Drake sat down at his desk and held his head in his hands. He had a headache, partially from the fight and partially from the bottle of Nemodian ale. He glanced at the clock, 4:30am, he had to be on duty in an hour and a half...

He got over and walked to his cabinet, reaching inside he pulled out a packet of tablets. These had been given to him by the Doc. He read the instructions.. "Adults take 2 tablets every 4 hours."

" Very bad headache" He thought as he popped 3 pills into his hand.

He walked back over to the desk putting the pills on it. "Computer, begin recording personal log" he muttered. The camera clicked on and he composed himself.

"It is 0430 hours and i cant sleep" ....he loathed these things but everyone did them..

"Three hours ago we were in a bar on Kythos Prime drinking Nemodian Ale when we were jumped by a group of.." he paused.. His mind was racing.." Computer, Restart recording.."

He sat there for what seemed like an enternity thinking of something to say. Most people did logs as something to send there families if they never came back. He had no family so, in his eyes, they were unimportant.

"It happened like this.." he started again "...We were in this bar minding our own business when.."

It still wasn't right..

"Computer, Delete recording.. "

He rubbed his forehead..The pain was getting worse. He popped the pills in his hands and took them. and then threw the glass of water at the wall.

"Computer, Display personal file" He muttered..

The screen activated and characters appeared on it. He stared at them, not taking them in.The dim light in his quarters made it hard to read. Rubbing his forehead again, he sighed..

"Computer, Display Combat footage from mission on 220300.01" He muttered. The screen flickered and the film came up..

" Begin playback" his eyes focused on the screen..

The screen came to life, the position moved and the Image of an Imperial Star Destroyer appeared on it. It was the ISD Colossus and the explosions around it mean't it was under attack.

"Playback speed 2*" He muttered.. It became a blur as images of fighters flashed past the camera. His eyes glanced at everyone as if he was looking for something..

This mission was a sneak attack by the republic forces against the Colossus. A mission he had flown so many times before but was now on the recieving end of. The camera position changed once more and the image of a Calamari crusier appeared.

"Pause playback" He barked "Enlarge Section J7eta.."

The Screen zoomed in on the area, the name of the Cruiser. "Enhance and sharpen"

He didnt need to sharpen it, it was as plain as day. It was CRS Freedom..

"Tycho" he thought..images flashed into his head of his old friend from his days on Sislor. They did everything together, even joining the imperial academy. They were veterans of countless campaigns until Tycho defected to the Republic following Endor.

Drake sat quietly, thinking thoughts until finally he muttered "Computer, resume playback from Mark 015"

The screen came back up and more fighters were seen flying past, exploding or firing rockets.

"Playback speed *2" The screen blurred slightly as more flew past. The screen centered on the Cruiser for a few seconds until the ship exploded in a ball of fire. Drake managed a wry smile.It was his torpedo that did the damage..

An A-wing flashed past the screen and travelled off infront of the camera. A single missile streaked of the rack and hit the target. The A-wing exploded showering debris over the camera. "Computer, reverse playback slow speed" Drake barked..

The A-Wing reformed infront of him and the missile emerged from the explosion and flew back towards the Rack. The image of the A-wing closed until it blurred past the screen again.

"Computer, Pause playback and magnify section G8Alpha" He squinted at the screen, it was an image of the A-Wings cockpit. Towards the bottom of the screen appeared to be some writing.

"Computer, Magnify Section H9Iota" the screen flickered and the writing appeared

"Computer, Enhance image" his heart sank as the words became clear 'Capt Tycho- Blue 2'

Drake sat staring at the image, the writing for a while, remembering the times he had. Images flashed past his eyes memories long past. Eventually he muttered "Computer, Stop Playback and resume personal log." The camera clicked on again and he composed himself.

He looked directly at the camera and spoke "Personal Log 230300.04" he paused, thinking

"Today I bumped into an old friend..He reminded me of a few things. The Empire is glorious and shall be triumphant." He shouted at the camera.

Drake glanced at the clock..0550 hours.. due on shift in 10 minutes..He turned his head back to the camera and thought it through.

"Tycho my old friend, you were an inspiration to me. A trusted ally and a superb pilot. Both you and your wife Jenny were always in my thoughts and were my family. You shall be missed."

A tear appeared on his face.."Good bye, Tycho...May you rest in peace..." He left it recording for a few seconds before clicking it off.

He stood up and composed himself. Drake walked over to the closet and removed his uniform. He looked at it thoughtfully for a second then put it on. His heart filled with pride and power. Drake looked at himself in the mirror and straightend his jacket.

He flicked his light off as he exited the room with a powerful walk. The door swooshed open and he stood there for a second before turning to the computer

"Computer, Delete personal log" He barked as he turned and made his way to the flight deck....