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claims to them and wrote this only for my own enjoyment. I am making no money
off this story. "Right now
I think we need you more than ever, Wedge," Tycho Celchu argued.
"Rogue Squadron just got back on active duty after Thyferra." Commander
Wedge Antilles stared back at his friend and second-in-command. "Rogues
are tough. Even Iceheart conceded that." He paused, considering.
"These guys, they aren't like that. They can't get back on track without
help. Some of them just made a few mistakes and need a chance to redeem
themselves." Tycho wasn't
satisfied. Just a few months ago, he had fit into the category of pilots
Wedge was talking about. Well, not really, but most people thought he did.
The captain got into his problems after being caught on a covert intelligence
mission to Coruscant. The people Wedge wanted to make a new squadron out of
had gotten themselves into this mess. Tycho didn't want the Rogues to lose
their best pilot to a bunch of screw-ups. "Anyway, Wedge, you know
you'll never get approval from Admiral Ackbar to go ahead with this
project." Wedge grinned,
and Tycho groaned, knowing he was defeated. "Too late! I talked with the
admiral today. We're going to get the next twelve X-Wings that come in. You
command the Rogues, with Hobbie, and Janson and I get the... umm...
screw-ups." "Sithspit,
Wedge! How did you talk Ackbar into this?" Wedge lost the
joyful tone in his voice as he answered. "We made a bet. If the squadron
goes operational in three months, I can stay with them, go back to the
Rogues, whatever. But if they don't," Wedge paused, gathering the
strength to continue. This was pathetic. Wedge Antilles, hero of the
Rebellion, the only man with two Death Star silhouettes on his canopy, was
terrified of a promotion. "But if they don't, I'll be promoted to a
general working behind a DESK!" Tycho
endeavored valiantly to stifle a laugh, but it sneaked out anyway.
"I-I'm sorry, Wedge," he gasped once he could talk, "but the
look on your face was priceless! I wish I had a holorecorder! And then, the
thought occurred to me; you'll be working with people no one else wants. One
of them is bound to have a warped sense of humour and he's gonna be around
Janson, and, well..." The rest of Tycho's words were lost in another fit
of uncontainable laughter. Wedge narrowed his eyes, and tried to stare Tycho down, but the
Alderannian had made a dreadfully accurate point about what having Janson in
the new squadron was liable to be like. Of course, the leftover giddiness
from getting Corran Horn back from the dead, clearing Tycho's name by
discovering the real Rogue Squadron spy, and defeating Yasanne Isard combined
with Tycho's laughing made seriousness impossible. And since there was only
two days before Wedge left Rogue Squadron, perhaps for good, he abandoned the
Rogues' seven-year-old philosophy of always achieving the impossible, and let
himself laugh. |