A little after 4:35 this morning, Illinois was hit with a 5.2 earthquake. It’s not the first time I’ve woken up in the middle of a temblor; I did live in California for a year. It was still pretty freaky: the closet door was rattling and at first I thought one of the cats was in there having an epileptic fit. However, they were both in bed with us. It seemed to go on for half a minute or so, and Vic and I just rode it out. Tigger purred loudly for the next hour or so.
So far, I haven’t discovered any damage, and toyroom casualties were light. Mara Jade took out Darth Vader, but both were saved by the Emperor. An unidentified Rebel pilot stumbled off the flight deck with only minor injuries. An AT-AT driver was not so fortunate, plunging a full six feet to his doom. His in-helmet recorder picked up his final cry.
I must also report the death of one of the Empire’s senior officers: Admiral Piett. A career member of the Imperial Navy, Piett’s efficient work and ability to stay in the good graces of Darth Vader saw him quickly rise to a top position within the Sith Lord’s personal fleet. He is survived by his wife Merva and his twin sons, Rix and Jaxxon. He will be missed.