"Kijnar tza, SOCL," The Yuuzhan Vong aide reported. "What could it be this time?" Trejiuvanat thought for himself. He nodded to his communications officer. "Put it through." In the holographic projector the image of SOCL materialized, somehow the Grand Imperator of BEAK wasn't dressed in his usual robes, instead he appeared in in his pink boxers. "Trej, I need your help," he said. "You need some clothes too," Warmaster Trejiuvanat answered. SOCL looked shocked. "Wh---What???" Trej shrugged. "SOmehow might be hacking your holographic image." "But who?" SOCL asked. Then he turned his face to someone Trej could not see. "Slave-Aide, what are you laughing at?... I know it's you... Fix my holo-image again, now!... And for the last time, it's: YES, SIR!" The holographic image flickered and the properly dressed Imperator of BEAK appeared. "Now?" SOCL asked. "Yes, you should really get a villip, it's better than this. Anyway, why did you call me?" Trejiuvanat asked in reply. "Oh yes.. You see.. I have this problem, yes, the one I've had for years now... And I need your help." "Oh," Trej said understandingly. "I'll send a shaper right away, he should be able to help you with-" "A Shaper!?!?! No, not that problem I was talking about my other problem: The incompetent commandos!" "Oh that! I thought.. I just thought it was... So you need my commandos, I'll send you some warriors, how do you want them? Brutal and effective, extra-brutal and some basic strategic knowlegde or extra brutal and supereffective with proper training?" "The last one," SOCL's eyes lit up. "Ok, you'll get them in time, you know how it is to ship warriors this time of the year, I'll send your Christmas card with them!" Then the transmission clicked off. Sorry, about the length, but I just had to reply to this...