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Dear Sir,

Hmm. That sounds so very formal.

Greetings Lieutenant? I don’t care all that much for that address either.

It’s difficult to know how to begin a letter to you. I rather feel that after one has gone through the experience of saving someone’s life and subsequently spent weeks on a voyage in their company, surely there should be less formality?

Dear Firmus.

I like that and I think I shall stick with it. Also, it is much easier to write than ‘Lieutenant Piett’. I hope you don’t mind.

The weather is beginning to turn here and it makes me wonder if you are sailing in balmier seas.

Oh dear.

I’m talking about the weather.

I’ve already started this letter three times, and I have three drafts sitting in the waste basket beside me. I am determined not to do it again, so I am afraid you are getting my flow of thought as it is.

And over the water came the war chants from the enemy.

Sola drew her sword.

The first boats reached the shore and troops clad in black began to leap from the gunwales to the water, their swords clanging up and down the coastline in a strange cacophony.

“Archers!” Sola yelled, and all of them turned as one to dip their first arrows into the coal buckets behind them.

The first Imperial soldiers had formed a line and were beginning their run up the beach. This was the moment they must all hold their nerves as the distance between them was perhaps a hundred yards. The oil line had been poured twenty yards from the surf, taking into account the tides.

“HOLD!” Sola called. They must be certain and get as many of the enemy as possible. The second line was following the first…

Five yards.

Two.

“FIRE!” she screamed, and brought her sword down.

I could see he was self conscious about all that had been done for him. I understood it.

“No one aboard would change a thing that we did,” I continued.

Piett cleared his throat a little.

“Well. What can I say to that but— thank you?”

He held out a hand and I grasped it.

“It was a pleasure. I only wish we could have saved more people,” I said. “I would remind you as well, Lieutenant, that it was you who battled to survive as well. We all could do only so much. The rest was in your hands. Stubborn, aren’t you?”

He laughed a bit then.

“So I’ve been told.”

“Shocking,” I remarked.

“You don’t have to agree so readily, sir.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me then, and I saw a man with a sense of humor, and that certain… something. That spark of life— of drive and passion. Here , I thought, could be a friend.

“My name is Max,” I told him. I saw the uncertainty in his eyes.

“Ah…you’re also a superior officer, Colonel.”

I grinned and crossed my arms.

“Oh yes. And don’t you forget it. But I’m army. And you’re a naval man, I’m told. So—-not really a protocol issue.”

His mouth quirked upward again.

“Not really sure that is how it works, but ah, thank you. I’m Firmus.”

Ok heads up you all. One of the COOLEST things ever happened recently and I finally have time to tell you about it!

A new reader was commenting on my work and noted that they too had a character named Rilla who was Piett's sister. My curiousity was piqued at this point because I thought---'what are the odds?'

The VERY NEXT COMMENT noted that I had credited the author for the creation of Rilla in their story and then lo---this is the best---THEY WERE THAT AUTHOR.

Guys. This was one of the most formative fan works I read as I was just getting into looking for excellent Piett works. It was not on AO3 or ff.net. I had to find it somewhere on the internet, I don't recall where. It was written back in 1996/7, something like that. I would credit it often in my early work because so many little details they created were canon for me. Rilla Piett [living in their work]. The tiny tree collection. Piett being able to climb trees well. [in their work he came from a very wet, forested planet and thus his skills.] They were writing long before Piett even got a first NAME you all.

So we have been going back and forth chatting and sharing our lore and ideas and it has been so FABULOUS. Here's where it gets even better though----

This author decided that they should brush off that story and PUBLISH IT ON AO3. I am so very thrilled therefore to point you to 'The Adventures of Darth Vader' by OsheenNevoy. This author had a friend who wrote a story at the same time called 'Admiral Piett and the Great Ewok Adventure' and both these works had a massive impact on both my love for the Admiral, but also helped to shape his character in my mind. [credit for that also goes to Malicean and Frodogenic] I URGE you to go read!!

Here's the link for the Ewok Adventure story as well. :D Enjoy!

Having recently ascended the throne of Naboo, Padme Amidala embarks on a goodwill tour to various countries. Her purpose is twofold: She wishes to determine who might be a potential ally against the might of the Empire and its increasing threat, and she wishes to root out the scourge of slavery from the planet.

On this mission, her sister and Colonel Veers aid in the rescue of two slaves---Rilla and Firmus Piett. Upon their return to Naboo, Padme sends word to the distant land of the Jedi, hoping that these elusive and possibly magical people might help her in her cause.

They send two representatives who arrive shortly before the Empire launches its first attack at Naboo. If they all survive it, Padme finds that she would like to know more about this Jedi Knight who goes by the name of Anakin Skywalker.

Naboo has been split by a terrible civil war for fifteen years. What makes it all the more awful is that it is husband vs wife, each passionately holding onto the belief that the other is not only wrong, but evil.

Within this kingdom are numerous powerful mages, and Anakin Skywalker is one of the most powerful. His children also have this magical gift as do numerous top military leaders.

When Padme captures Captain Piett, separating him from his griffon familiar, she thinks she might just have a chance. But Piett has very loyal friends and an attempted rescue leads to numerous revelations, amongst them the discovery that love is not dead.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35903515/chapters/92789230

Piett will never leave Veers behind

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35903515/chapters/92252752

Our people deal with great grief