Admiral Ackbar stared at the small creature on his lap with no small amount of consternation.
When he had received the plans of the Empire's newest arrogance, and understood the full scope of Palpatine's maniacal ambition, he had planned many things. He had planned, and painstakingly executed, a drawn out military campaign, sending good ships and good people into the meatgrinder of a pointless civil war merely to split the Empire's attention, draw away the fleet for just the right moment. A cautious misinformation campaign that had turned out to be of limited use against a man that some still whispered could read the course of the future itself.
Then, when the trap had been sprung, Ackbar had envisioned a desperate gambit - playing for time, positioning single ships in a galactic fleet so as to minimize the damage the Empire could do to them with any one volley, distracting the Empire once again to give a single safe approach to the mysterious young Jedi - a total unknown, and oh how it galled to risk his entire campaign on a hunch that the strange young human could achieve what he claimed he did. And yet, this was still expected - sometimes battles did turn at the actions of a single soldier.
When the strangely dressed girl radiating more energy than a Star Destroyer had appeared on the battlefield, as if dropped from hyperspace directly in their midst, Ackbar had finally, for the first time in a long time, felt like he had lost control of the situation. When the Emperor had, in a panicked voice, ordered all ships to open fire on "the abomination", the feeling had only deepened. And yet, when the creature had started shredding the hull of the Death Star apart like so much tissue paper with brilliantly shining claws, Ackbar's course of action had still been clear, maneuvering his own fleet to give cover to the strange, incredible apparition as it tore through the Death Star's interior and batted the reactor core into space as if it was a toy.
When, however, the girl had spontaneously materialized on his flagship's command bridge, triumphantly said something about vanquishing all evil in the backyard, then stared at him in a way that uncomfortably reminded him of the more persistent predators of his home world of Mon Cala, declared that he'd "smelled nice", turned into this small furry creature, jumped into his lap and went to sleep - for the first time in a long time, the Admiral had absolutely no idea how to handle the situation.
"Good space thing," he said and petted it experimentally. The creature made a purring sound that he chose to interpret as assent.
The intercom crackled. It was Luke. "Do I still need to make that run -"
