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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/30/05 12:58am Subject: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy) - Date Edited: 7/30/05 12:58am (1 edits total) Edited By: obaona
	Thanks for clicking. Title: Freedom To Err Timeframe: pre-ESB sometime. Summary: But we … the Rebellion fights for more than an abstract concept of freedom. We fight for an ideal. Notes: I have no idea what Wedge's call number was. (And couldn't find it anywhere.) In fact, I'm not too sure on a lot of the technical details of this story ... so forgive me for any mistakes. Thanks to Gabri_Jade for beta'ing and her help. Also many thanks to those in the challenge response thread that commented on this story. Quote (that was given): 19. Freedom is not worth having if it does not connote freedom to err. -- Mohandas Gandhi Feedback is always appreciated. His X-wing did a corkscrew spin that was just barely in control, a wild ride that looked like a crash in progress. From his perspective, stars blurred into crazy lines, but he kept most of his focus on his readouts, watching for the TIE on his tail. On another level, he trusted his instinct, knowing that it wouldn’t fail him, that he will only pull off ‘another crazy Skywalker stunt’. He jukes to the left, hard, and the TIE followed without hesitation, without thinking, and crashed full speed into a fragment of space debris from the TIE that Luke had already destroyed. Such a thing would be nearly impossible to spot in normal circumstances, just a little black spot where they were no stars. “This is Rogue Leader, I got my tail,” Luke said calmly. They can’t recognize his voice; he can’t recognize theirs, either. That was partly lack of proper equipment, partly protection against voice identification by the Imperials. “I can’t – I’ve got a tail, I can’t shake him –” a voice interrupted. Luke switched to private. “Is that Red Squadron, Rogue Seven? I’m busy, care to lend a hand?” Wedge doesn’t respond to Luke. “Red Squadron, this is Rogue Seven, how can we assist?” Wedge’s voice came through calm and clear, despite the garbled static overlying everything. Luke didn’t wait, the need to act filling him and coming through him, guiding him to do what was necessary. “Rogues Three, Four, and Six, you’re with me,” Luke said on a private channel, taking a breath. They silently fell into formation around Luke, Six taking Luke’s wing. Rogue Two, Janey, didn’t survive first contact. They head for the Imperial outpost, taking out defenses along the surface of the moon, dodging shots, looking out for each other. Somehow it seemed to Luke that they moved faster, when there was the ground to orient them. The stars didn’t change for the little movements, the fast runs. Their experience and fast reflexes served them well, letting them react quickly to automated turbolasers rising out of the moon dust to fire. Luke kept the wide channel open, listening to the battle between Red Squadron, half of Rogue Squadron, and the two TIE wings. Outnumbered, as usual, though not severely this time. Manageable. He heard the one from Rogue Squadron again, recognizing that desperation. “This is Red Five, I can’t –” “Stay with me,” he heard Red Six insist. “Stay with me, Five –” “Damn!” No clue who said that. “We lost Five.” Luke took out another pair of defenses, breathing deeply, knowing that someone had been killed, but he couldn’t remember who Five was. But death tingled at his senses, little reverbs that wouldn’t leave him alone, and that’s a crazy Skywalker stunt that no one knows about. Rogue Six simply followed, having nothing to hit. “This is Six, I think we should take another run, make sure there’s nothing left. We don’t want the Golden to get shot down,” Six said. Luke nodded uselessly. “Agreed, Six, it needs to be done.” They were taking this supply depot to save lives; bacta was a valuable commodity, one that they could not always afford to pay for, even when Thyferra was willing to sell. For that reason, it was also expected by the Imperials that they would attack, and Imperials didn’t have any problem going overboard in traps. “This is Rogue Leader. Red, can you handle the TIE’s?” “This is Red Leader. We could use some help.” A little strained. “All right.” They’d do the final run later. “Rogues?” They swung as one back to the battle. Luke took quick note of the survivors, with no surprise of the numbers: six of Red Squadron was gone. The Rogues he had left behind were still intact, but they were still two short, having lost Rogue Five and Ten. There were only fourteen TIE’s left, but they were fighting hard. The rest passed in a blur. Action and words. “Seven, cover me –” “Got him.” “I’m hit! I’m hit!” “Take my wing, Seven –” “Your left, Nine, your left!” “Got him.” “Got my tail.” “Three to go …” “That one is acting strange.” That sounded like Wedge. “Rogue Seven?” Luke interjected on a private channel. “That TIE, Lead. I think it’s surrendering.” “You’re kidding,” but Luke turned his attention to the TIE in the distance. It had gone completely still, powered down its weapons. “You’re not kidding,” Luke said with a sigh. Switch to wide channel. “Rogue Seven, care to approach with me?” “You got it, Lead.” Wedge fell into a wingman position with natural ease. They approached the TIE in standard attack position, ready to swing away from weapons fire at any moment. “TIE fighter, do you copy?” Luke said on a completely open channel. A moment of silence. “Copy, or we will fire,” Luke said flatly, wondering if that would carry through. “This is TIE Eight, I copy. I wish to defect.” His voice came through clearly, a human voice. A real voice. Tired, young. “And you decided this in the middle of a battle?” Wedge interrupted, disbelief plain even over the static. “Shut it, Seven,” Luke snapped on a private channel. Chastised, Wedge went silent. “TIE Eight, do not move. Repeat, do not move. Power down your drives. We will guide you to the base when it is safe to do so. You will do everything we tell you to do when we say it. Do you copy?” “Yes, sir. I copy.” Luke sighed, and almost wished the TIE pilot had been uncooperative. He switched to a private channel. “Wedge, we get to babysit until the Golden arrives and secures the supply depot.” Over the wide channel, he heard the last TIE go out in a blaze of fire, and an unrecognizable voice: “Got the last one. That make me an ace? Five down …” Luke switched that channel off. “Wonderful,” Wedge said shortly, his breathing coming across as harsh static. Luke smiled tiredly at the stars. “Agreed.” Taking supply depots was generally a quick affair. Get in, take out the Imps, grab the supplies as quickly as possible, and get out. Generally speaking, it was also a job for newer squadrons to take out any defenses. Rogue Squadron got assigned to this one because it was a bacta supply they were after – more than 50 tons worth, very valuable. Naturally, they had better – and more – pilots than Luke or Commander Narra had hoped for. Red Squadron lost half of its pilots. Half. Luke lost two. So when he walked up to the captain of the Golden, Luke’s first words were, “Good intel?” “Very good intel,” Captain Karr replied, a smile on his normally grim face. “Everything we thought, and more.” Luke nodded, the thought buoying him up from his exhaustion. “Good.” “I heard about the TIE pilot defecting,” Karr commented, raising an eyebrow, then looking again at the datapad, making notations of some kind as men behind him loaded the Golden’s bay. Luke grimaced, twitching, letting the waves of reaction to battle and nerves sweep through him and away. “Yes. Rather convenient timing to defect, I’d say. But I’ll leave that for Intelligence to decide.” The pilot had landed in the supply base without making any untoward moves, clearly seeing that Luke and Wedge were just looking for a reason to shoot him down. He shook his head, wishing … well, it didn’t matter. There were former Imperials in the Rebellion. Plenty of them. It was a difficult situation at times, and sometimes Luke wished for simplicity when two of his pilots were trying to kill each other over some past battle. If the TIE pilot was a true defector … Karr looked up at him, cynicism in his eyes. “I heard from one of Red Squadron that he’s the one who took out Callie.” Red Five. “Hell,” Luke said, energy running through his body, go-go-go, and Karr just shook his head as Luke ran off to find where they were holding the TIE pilot. He tapped his comm. “Wedge? Do me a favor, tell me where they put the TIE pilot?” “An empty storage room in the west corridor, I think. Why?” Luke didn’t answer, just tapped the comm off and ran in that direction. Then he stopped, having a thought. Before he got to the corridor he quickly commed Red Leader. Might as well let him know what was going on. Wedge hadn’t said which storage room, but as soon as Luke reached the corridor, he saw guards from Karr’s ship standing outside a door. Damn Karr. They stiffened as he approached, and didn’t interfere when he wordlessly reached past them. The door slid open. The Imperial pilot was on the floor, curled up around himself, coughing. Hender kicked him again, then looked up at Luke with guileless eyes. Another of Red Squadron, a young woman, just looked at Luke with a blank expression. She stood apart, watching, a silent permission. “Lieutenant,” Luke said flatly. “Stand down.” Hender’s lips tightened. “Sir –” “I know your wingmate is dead,” Luke said shortly. “But we don’t do this, Hender. This is them, not us.” Hender looked away, clearly on the verge of losing control. He twitched as Luke did, on the edge of reaction, that edge that allowed them to act quickly. Luke stepped forward, not waiting but pushing. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he said, voice soft. No static, no barrier to recognition here. “Do you think this is right?” he asked, and even to himself he sounded odd. “Because those guards let you pass? I can assure you, they’ll be getting it as worse as you will be for this stunt.” As would Karr for his tacit allowance of it, but no need for Hender to know about that. “This isn’t a stunt! He’s just a coward, who didn’t want to go out in battle!” the young woman snarled, glaring at the pilot. The pilot looked at Luke, frightened. It looked odd to see an Imperial more frightened than arrogantly superior; in a cockpit one didn’t see the terror flash before their eyes when they realized the inferior had bested them. Luke’s gaze returned the fear with disinterest. He turned back to Hender. “This is what we are,” Hender said quietly. “We’re loyal to our people. Loyal. He is nothing to that.” Luke stared at him. He struggled for words, out of his reach, the concepts dancing in his hand unspoken. He felt stretched thin, unrecognizable. But he had to try. “What do we fight for, Hender?” “Against –” “We fight for freedom, don’t we?” Luke persisted. “Yes, sir.” Grimly. “Red Five screwed up in that battle, didn’t she? She made a mistake?” The young woman, Red Nine, Luke guessed, began to cry, silent tears that were nearly invisible. “What would you have done if she had survived? You were in charge of that battle group.” “I – I would have grounded her temporarily, then made her relearn everything.” His face was tight with tension. “I would have made sure she never left her wingmate, no matter how frightened she was.” Luke nodded. “I would have done the same.” He paused, not looking at the Imperial pilot; this wasn’t about him, really. “Because mistakes happen. People aren’t perfect, are they? You know, Han Solo was an Imperial. A good pilot, a good shot,” Luke added matter-of-factly. “But that doesn’t matter so much now, does it? He’s a Rebel. One of us.” “Killing Rebels, then trying to defect, is more than a mistake, sir,” Hender ground out, seeing where Luke was going. “Yes, it is,” Luke said immediately. “But mistakes are only mistakes in hindsight, Lieutenant. I don’t know if this pilot will be another Tycho, Han, or another Madine. I honestly don’t really care at this point.” He licked his lips. “I’m not an orator, some … wise particularly eloquent or wise person, Hender. But we … the Rebellion fights for more than an abstract concept of freedom. We fight for an ideal.” “We’re supposed to live that ideal,” the young woman whispered, closing her eyes, and briefly, powerfully, Luke wanted to hug her. Yes. He couldn’t really speak of this thing he fought for, but it was like a bright light in his mind, something to reach for. “Yes,” Luke said at last. “This war is – hard. I think when it comes down to it, we’ll have little else than our beliefs, but we’ll have something. Don’t you agree, Lieutenant?” Hender didn’t look like he agreed. He looked abruptly tired. “Yes, sir.” Luke heard the door slide open, but didn’t look. “I believe Commander Skywalker is correct,” Commander Andel said shortly into the silence. “Dismissed.” Hender and the young woman almost saluted, but Luke waved them off. They nodded at something Andel said as they passed. “Thank you, thank you –” the Imperial pilot babbled, stumbling to his feet. “I didn’t do it for you,” Luke said coldly, and walked out. After a moment, he heard Andel follow. Not yet acknowledging Andel, Luke looked at the guards and said in a very low, controlled tone, “Captain Karr will be hearing from me.” Then he headed down the hallway, glancing at Andel finally, raising an eyebrow. “It was a good thing you did,” Andel said, looking at Luke evenly. Andel was ten years his senior, but his gaze was clear when he looked at Luke. “Not enough, though,” Luke said. “It never is. But you know that.” “I’ve got two letters to write,” Luke said quietly. Not that the letters will necessarily go anywhere; sometimes it wasn’t safe to contact the family of Rebel Alliance members. At first, he was told which ones needed them and which ones didn’t, but after a while, he just ignored that and wrote the letters anyway. They needed to be written. “Six,” Andel said, closing his eyes briefly. Luke didn’t offer his help. “May the Force be with you,” he said instead, meaning it. To his surprise, Andel smiled at him. “It already is with you.” The corridor ended, and Andel headed away from Luke, who stood still, and thought of stars that didn’t move unless you did. [finis] -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Gabri_Jade Title: Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 7/30/05 12:59am Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy) - Date Edited: 7/30/05 1:24am (1 edits total) Edited By: Gabri_Jade
	pounces More in a minute, darling. Edit: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love this fic for the wonderfully described action scenes. The starfighter scenes are among my very favorites in the movies, but usually my eyes start to glaze over when I read them. Not here. I can visualize it all without even trying. More than that, I can feel what it is to be a squadron leader in a dogfight, a hair's breadth from death with each move and knowing that any or all of your friends and subordinates might not still be with you after it's done - if you're there yourself to notice. I love this fic because Rogue Leader Luke is always awesome in any incarnation, and is nothing less than sheer joy when written with oba's skill. I love this fic because the easy relationship and trust between Luke and Wedge is so evident. I love this fic because it almost reads like a missing scene from the movies, and reading it, I can feel what it is to be a Rebel. I love this fic for making fallible, relatable humans out of Rebels and Imperials. I love this fic for making me live a little of the Rebellion. So help me Force, I shall love thee but better after posting. (Best I could do. ) huggles -----signature----- Evil Twin of LadyPadme This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us! - Futurama All I can do is be me. Whoever that is. - Bob Dylan Serendipity (Leia-Mara vig) - http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/30178069 !!11!1eleventy
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dreamspirals Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 7/30/05 11:50pm Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	Wow, that was really cool. Very well done. huggles -----signature----- Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy. None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsy believe they are free.
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ithesock Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 7/31/05 2:47am Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	snags place, so she can re-read, and then reply more coherently -----signature----- Fields of Elysia (JA): http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20100957/?140 - 10/8 Epistles to a Master (JA, AU): http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20479680/?25 Lore-Master to Seven
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 8/2/05 2:10am Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	Gabri_Jade: You amuse me endlessly. I'm glad you liked the combat scene. That was rather difficult to write, because I don't feel like I'm good at them generally - I don't understand the technical details of how a dogfight works, so I just go with whatever - but I really felt I needed to go through the scene anyway, for the pacing. Rogue Leader Luke rocks. The Rebellion time period is so rarely covered, but it really interests me. (As does pre-ANH Luke, actually.) I've always wondered how much that experience changed Luke, made him who he was in ESB and ROTJ (especially). Thank you, dearest. dreamspirals: Thanks. huggles ithesock: I made you incoherent? Good! Thank you. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Pallas-Athena Title: TFN Fan Fiction Archive Editor Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 8/2/05 2:54am Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	finally finds this fic Loved it, of course, oba. At first I thought the error would be letting the TIE pilot into the rebellion, which worried me because I didn't want Luke to be punished for his idealism and trust. But then you rewarded him for exactly that and, oh, it made me happy -----signature----- Do you ever get bored and find yourself scrolling down a thread just to read the signatures?
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 8/2/05 3:46am Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	Loved reading this again. -----signature----- Feel so good, but I'm old 2000 years of chasing's taking it's toll
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 8/2/05 4:01am Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	Powerful and emotional, like all of your work. Bravo! -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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StarFighter5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 8/3/05 10:50am Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	Another lovely viggie. War is a bitter thing and there is good and bad people on both sides. I like the humanity that you gave everyone. Each character responded to the battle and it's aftermath in a different way, showing how each of us handle things differently. This felt real to me, and I can alomost shift this into real life and what our soldiers are experiencing overseas. It made me feel both rebellious and disquieted (I hope that's a word) about the harshness of battle. It's kill or be killed, and the conflict in that rule of engagemnet gives the characters a very "real" feel. This just made me like Ghandi all the more. He died for what he believed in too. -----signature----- "I hope I slept with you to get the job. if not, then who the hell was that guy?" - Carrie Fisher "Now that I'm a pez and a lego, I shall want for nothing else." -Jeremy Bulloch "Thank you for going to the movies. Especially mine." - George Lucas
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 10/25/05 4:36pm Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	finally replies to readers Pallas-Athena: Aye. Despite the title, I think the story is more about forgiveness than making mistakes. Thank you, dearest. Healer_Leona: Thanks. VaderLVR64: Thank you. StarFighter5: I agree. And I'm glad it felt real, because I wanted it to feel very real, that's why I didn't skip the battle in the beginning of the story - I wanted it rooted in action, something that you had read occurring. Thank you. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Elana Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 10/25/05 5:37pm Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	Wonderful story. I just love Luke. -----signature----- "Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within." - James Baldwin The Slumbering Princess http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=23230496&brd=10475 My original fiction http://groups.yahoo.com/group/elanafic/
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ThePariah Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 10/25/05 6:26pm Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	Omg, I can't believe I missed this gem when you first posted it, Oba. I flogeth myself. This is why I grovel to you. You just make everything you decide to write about so alive. I can't exactly quantify it any other way--it seems gritty, but not...I suppose if there was a type of ficticious literature that could be labeled as "documentary" that's what I'd call your style. It's just good. Yeah. Good. I'm not an orator either. -----signature----- Eternal Groveler to rhonderoo, VaderLVR64, Knight_Aragorn, Oba, & the SJRS crew Has a postcard from the Dark Side. "I suspect that most if not all the world's ills could be cured by humour transplants."--Karen Traviss TEMPORARY SET-UP!!!
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 11/4/05 3:44pm Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	Elana: Thank you. I love him, too. ThePariah: I can't either! And documentary, eh? That's a really interesting description, I'll have to think about that. But I'm glad it seemed real to you, that was one of my primary objectives (not easy when I know nothing about X-Wings, either ). Thank you. And who is an orator?? -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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TheCrazyRodian Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 11/8/05 9:46am Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	I... uh... wow... This... this is brilliant. Wow. I don't think I've ever read any space battle you've written before. Good grief, this is incredible. You need to write more Rebellion stuff. That's one fine ficlet you've got here. -----signature----- My body wears a green scent, as on the verge Between green laughter and green sorrow I have walked all day Until my legs have gone lame, and still the spring seems spirited away. --Yi Sanghwa
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 12/7/05 12:41pm Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	TheCrazyRodian: Whoops, didn't see you. And wow, thank you. This was my first time writing a dogfight, and I'm not all that familiar with the Rebellion era, so ... Thank you! -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Jade_eyes Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 5/21/06 3:59pm Subject: RE: Freedom to Err (pre-ESB, Luke vignette - drama, combat, philosophy)
	I read this in Fan Fiction Archives and was really impressed by how well done it was. It's so easy for a writer to get so caught up in battle maneuvers that they leave emotions out of it, or writers who delve into emotions shy away from the fierce action scenes. It's very refreshing to find someone who can do both. -----signature----- Spock/Nyota, woven forever together in gorgeous bonds of Nyota's "Cherished Moments" diary's gonna be hawt, hawt, melty! Squggles! [face_melting into 10 buckets!]
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