Star Wars Death Star 161.pdf

"Contractor's on his way to install the tables and chairs. He says it's a two-day job, tops." "Yeah, right. And the Emperor's packin' a lightsaber." "Apparently there was a recent visit from the Emperor's favorite envoy." He cupped his hands over his mouth and did a creditable impression of Darth Vader's respirator sound. "Since he left, things have run very smoothly. I believe the contractor is sincere." The comm on the computer blipped. Memah answered it. "Yes?" "Memah Roothes, please." "Speaking." "This is the scheduling droid for Sector Medical. When might it be convenient for you to meet with one of our doctors to complete your physical examination for preadmission to the station?" "I hate to point this out, but I arrived here some days past. Besides, they gave me the standard once-over before I dusted Despayre." The droid politely acknowledged the error, citing shorthandness and overscheduling problems; 161