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Lane_Winree Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 5/4 3:39pm Subject: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 8/29/08 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!fic - Date Edited: 8/29 12:33am (7 edits total) Edited By: Lane_Winree
	AUTHOR NOTE: For those of you who wish to be notified of fic updates, please PM your e-mail address to me. This will make it significantly easier for me to contact you concerning new updates! Thank you. Well it's been about two years, so I think it's about time to foray back into the realm of pilot fic. As normal, I don't own Star Wars or the EU characters. Plot elements and characters are property of George Lucas, Aaron Allston, Michael Stackpole, Timothy Zahn, and Bioware. This is the third and final segment of the Dap Zorvan story arch. Below are the links to the other two pieces: Part 1 - X-Wing: Rise of a Rogue(This link heads to part 1 of 3, follow up stories are at the end of the story's thread) Part 2 - Redemption of the Exiles Thanks to everyone who read my other work. I'm hoping to have this written up by year's end. As always, feel free to comment and concrit. If you have any questions, let me know. If for some reason you would like to submit fan art, I will worship the ground you walk on and offer to write up a one-shot fic as compensation. X-WING: RESURRECTION OF A ROGUE Part III of the DAP ZORVAN Trilogy Dramatis Personae With the Rogues: Lieutenant Colonel Jaina Solo (Rogue One, Rogue Leader)(Human Female from Coruscant)(Rogue Squadron CO) Major Darvix “Dap” Zorvan (Rogue Eleven)(Human Male from Nar Shaada)(Rogue Squadron XO) Major Lane “Ace” Azzameen(Rogue Six)(Human Male from Azzameen Home Base) Major Inyri Forge(Rogue Three)(Human Female from Kessel) Major Pash Cracken(Rogue Four)(Human Male from Contruum) Major Ooryl Qyrrg(Rogue Ten)(Gand Male from Gand) Major Cheriss ke Hanadi(Rogue Five)(Human Female from Adumar) Captain Kral Nevil (Rogue Two)(Quarren Male from Mon Calamari) Lieutenant Lensi(Rogue Twelve)(Duros male from Duro) Flight Officer Erim Zess (Rogue Seven)(Human Male from Corellia) Flight Officer Haruko Skobra(Rogue Eight)(Human Female from Coruscant) Flight Officer Kasari Lisae(Rogue Nine)(Human Female from Iattu IV) Support Personnel: Commander Lysa Chanaan(Tactical)(Quartermaster) Second-Lieutenant Vikan “Vik” Kelrune(Astrogations)(Reserve Pilot) With the Wraiths Garik “Face” Loran Kell Tainer Voort “Piggy” SaBinRing Elassar Targon With The New Republic Military General Wedge Antilles(Ret.) Colonel Tycho Celchu(Ret.) Major Wes Janson(Ret.) Major Hobbie Klivian(Ret.) -----signature----- Author of the Rise of a Rogue trilogy: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/20721759/p1 Current WIP: Redemption of the Exiles: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24000186&brd=10477&start=24026104 Team fic w/ Inyri: X-Wing: Illusion
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Lane_Winree Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 5/4 3:41pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!fic
	Prologue – Return of the Exile 30 ABY – Coruscant System All was quiet in the space surrounding Coruscant. Save for a few supply transports lumbering their way towards the planet’s surface, there was little activity to speak of. Only a handful of years earlier, no one would have ever predicted the inactivity in this system. Coruscant was once a bustling hub of business and commerce. Ships from all parts of the Galaxy ventured to Coruscant to engage in business and politics. No longer was this the case. Coruscant was a shell of its former self. The Yuzhaan Vong had laid waste to the planet, destroying its spanning metropolis in favor of terraforming. The sprawling buildings were destroyed; the vast transportation systems were vaporized. With Coruscant and many of her sister worlds destroyed, the New Republic ceased to exist. In its place the Galactic Alliance was born. It was decided that Coruscant was to be rebuilt to serve as the new government’s central hub. However, with the disaster that the Yuzhaan Vong had unleashed on the entire Galaxy, rebuilding Coruscant became a low priority. For now, it sat in its terraformed state; a jungle wasteland built atop a once sprawling metropolis. When the crew of an aging GR-75 Gallofree transport exited hyperspace into the Coruscant system, it’s crew could hardly believe the fate that had occurred to the once prosperous planet. On the bridge of the transport, the captain stood from his seat and slowly walked towards the forward viewport. His two crewmembers could only stare at the image before them, dumbfounded. This was not the Coruscant they remembered. What had happened in the six years they had spent away from the known Galaxy? “Give me a status report,” the Captain barked. “What the hell am I looking at!?” “Everything checks out!” the man sitting at the astrogations console said. “The coordinates are right, this is Coruscant!” “Do you see a planet-wide city full of prostitutes and politicians down there?” the Captain demanded. “I sure don’t! I’m looking at a jungle that is decidedly devoid of prostitutes and politicians!” “Stow it, will you?” the woman sitting at the communications console snapped. “We should be trying to get in contact with someone right now.” The captain slumped down into his command chair, “Get me in contact with Yavin IV.” “No response,” the woman replied. “Yavin IV doesn’t appear to have an active subspace transponder.” “Well fantastic,” the Captain groaned. “We’ve been on a merry little journey outside of the Galaxy for the last six years, we come home and no one wants to say hello.” “What should we do?” The Captain thought for a moment before responding, “We’re out of fuel and provisions, so it’s safe to say we’re in trouble. Send out a distress signal using communications program DAP-Three-Nine-Alpha.” “What is that going to accomplish?” the man at the astrogations console asked. “It’s an old Rogue Squadron distress frequency,” the Captain replied. “That should get someone’s attention in a hurry.” The Captain stood up again and walked towards the bridge’s exit, “Whoever did this to Coruscant may be good, but there’s no chance in hell they brought General Antilles down with it. When you get a response from him come grab me. I’ll be in the flight simulator.” *** Tatooine Star System In the days of the Galactic Civil War, it wasn’t an unusual sight to see Imperial Star Destroyers orbiting the planet of Tatooine. Since the Battle of Endor, however, the sightings of the menacing Imperial capital ships were few and far in between. Occasionally the Errant Venture would make an appearance, but other than that the space traffic heading towards Tatooine was limited to smuggler freighters and starfighters belonging to bounty hunters. Things began to change after the Yuzhaan Vong War. The Galactic Alliance began using Tatooine as a temporary “recovery area” for the fleet. The remnants of the military gathered to assess the damage the war had done. Soldiers and officers took stock of their lives and tried to put the horrors of war behind them. Tatooine became a gathering place for survivors of the war, where families would determine whether their loved ones had lived or had been killed in combat. The tattered remains of the armed forces were reassigned to new squadrons and platoons before they were sent outwards to help rebuild the destroyed worlds within the Galaxy. By now, most of the fleet had left Tatooine on new assignments. A handful of star ships remained in the system, including one Imperial Class-II Star Destroyer: The Mon Mothma. This particular ship was slightly different than most other star cruisers in the fleet: it had been converted into a hybrid military/civilian transport. The families of crew members who had been displaced by the war had taken residence on board the ship alongside their kin who continued to serve the military. Among the units assigned to the Mon Mothma, one noticeable name stood out. The legendary Rogue Squadron. Through the years, Rogue Squadron had been known as the greatest fighting unit the Rebel Alliance and the New Republic featured. They were known for accomplishing the impossible. Their pilots had helped to bring down both Death Stars and had toppled the Imperial government in Coruscant. The squadron proved to be instrumental in bringing down Warlord Zsinj, Ysanne Issard, and Grand Admiral Thrawn. A handful of the Rogue’s best thwarted the Imperial Remnant’s attempt to create an arms contract with Adumar. Despite the impressive resume, Rogue Squadron was currently classified as a defunct squadron. The Yuzhaan Vong War had gutted the roster, sustaining some of the heaviest loss within the military at the time. Most of the survivors chose to retire rather than face another tour of duty with the squadron. Pilots felt that the squadron had become cursed. Many refused assignment postings with the Rogues for fear of their lives. If you wished to stay among the living, you didn’t take an assignment to join Rogue Squadron. That perception decimated the roster further. As it stood, only three pilots were assigned to the “cursed” squadron. Without a full roster, the three weren’t permitted to fly. Despite that, they remained members of the defunct squadron. As punishment for refusing to accept other assignments, they were doomed to a life of paperwork and trivial affairs. It was only fitting that at the moment the distress signal arrived, they were in the squadron’s briefing room sorting through military documents. “Did you find those triplicate copies of the Oh-Nine-Alphas?” a male Duros sitting by the holo projector asked. “I found them,” a male Quarren replied as he hunched over another datapad. “I put them under the stack Eight-Oh-Thetas.” The door to the briefing room slid open as the two pilots fumbled through another stack of datapads. The third pilot still assigned to Rogue Squadron stepped in and assumed her usual seat beside the announcement podium. “Morning, boss,” the Quarren greeted the new pilot. “Good morning, Nevil,” the human female responded with a half-smile. “You look like hell, Colonel Solo,” the Duros said as he looked up at his commanding officer. “Another late-night comm call from Durron?” “That’s none of your business, Lieutenant Lensi,” Lieutenant Colonel Jaina Solo replied, a look of annoyance on her face “I thought she was getting late night comm calls from Fel lately,” Nevil replied. “I don’t know,” Lensi admitted. “Every time I try to follow her love life I get a headache the size of a Hutt. Figuring out which one of us is going to win the squadron pool is going to be an absolute-” “Attention: Lieutenant Colonel Jaina Solo, there is an emergency transmission inbound,” The PA suddenly went off. “Repeat. Lieutenant Colonel Jaina Solo, there is an emergency transmission inbound. Report to the nearest decrypted communications terminal.” “What’s this?” Nevil asked. “Something not paperwork related? I didn’t sign up for this. I demand to see my union representative!” Jaina rolled her eyes, “Shut up, Nevil.” “Why the hell are we getting an emergency transmission?” Lensi asked. “Shouldn’t this be directed at one of the active-duty squadrons?” Jaina stood up and strode towards the holoprojector, entering in a series of commands to patch it through the ship’s communications array, “Lets see if we can find out where this communication is coming from.” The holoprojector came to life. A star map came into focus and quickly it began the process of locating the position in which the emergency transmission was issued. Jaine tilted her head to the side as the projector brought up an image of the Coruscant star system. That was restricted space, and it appeared that the transmission was coming from a civilian vessel. What in the world was it doing in a high security sector? “Colonel you’d better take a look at this,” Nevil said. Jaina peeled her eyes away from the star chart, “What is it Captain?” “It’s the identifier associated with this distress signal,” Nevil replied. “This shouldn’t be in the hands of a civilian transport.” “What do you mean?” Jaina asked. “It’s a military encryption,” Nevil continued, “but get this: whoever is sending the distress signal is identifying themselves as ‘Rogue Eleven’ of the New Republic Starfighter group Rogue Squadron.” “They’re using one of our encryption keys?” “Not one I’ve ever seen before,” Nevil shook his head. “I just ran a search on the old Rogue Squadron logs,” Lensi said. “This is one of our encryption keys, but we haven’t used it in years. Last time it was in active rotation was the Phantom Fighter crisis.” “Someone go find General Antilles,” Jaina ordered. “What good is that going to do?” Lensi asked. “We should probably tell Alliance command to send a scout unit out there.” “Do that too,” Jaina said. “For now find General Antilles. I want this message decoded and I don’t have the decryption files to do it. “You think Antilles does?” Nevil asked. “I’d hope so,” Jaina said. “He was Rogue Squadron’s commanding officer during the Phantom crisis, after all. If anyone has the decryption key it’s him.” *** Wedge Antilles hadn’t quite adjusted to civilian life. He would wake up in the morning and reach for his datapad, expecting to see the day’s checklist from his superiors. Instead all he found were the news feeds. When he went to the closet to grab his uniform, he realized that it was hanging on his wall in a commemorative frame. Instead of grabbing a ration bar before reporting to debriefing, he could sit down and enjoy breakfast with his family, just like in a holo-sitcom. Wedge hadn’t quite adjusted, but he was certainly enjoying the retired life. As Wedge enjoyed a breakfast of toast and juice (a rare commodity on a Star Destroyer), he glanced at his family members sitting around the table. Iella was reading through the entertainment sections of the newsfeed. Celebrity gossip seemed to be one of her few guilty pleasures. In Wedge’s eyes, the years had been extraordinarily kind to her. Despite the horrors she had seen during her service in both CorSec and the New Republic Intelligence division, she had managed to maintain her appearance, sanity, and health. Sitting across from him were his two daughters. His youngest, Myri, was staring idly at the plate of eggs in front of her. She had always been a picky eater, but the last few weeks had been especially excruciating. Myri refused to eat anything but Bantha burgers from the ship’s mess hall. It had gotten to the point that Wedge had to either threaten to take away her collection of dolls or bribe her with candy while Iella wasn’t looking. Next to Myri was Wedge’s eldest daughter, Syal. She had just turned fourteen and was the consummate teenager. Even as they enjoyed breakfast, Syal had her datapad atop the table, sending an electronic message to one of her friends. Was she communicating with one of her friends from class, or was it that damned Tainer boy again? Either way, Wedge would have to speak to Syal about that. As far as he was concerned, breakfast was one of the few times his family had to sit down together. Just as Wedge was about to take another bite of his toast, the door chime rang. “Syal, could you go get the door?” Iella asked. “Just a minute, mom,” Syal replied. “Now, Syal.” Syal frowned and stood, making her way to the door and opening it, “Dad, it’s for you.” Wedge set down the mug of caf in his hand and made his way towards the door. He was slightly surprised to see Kral Nevil, Executive Officer of Rogue Squadron, standing there. Wedge began to think about the possibilities that would result in Nevil visiting him. Either this was a military related matter, or Nevil was selling cookies door-to-door. Wedge somewhat doubted the feasibility of the latter option. “General-” Nevil began. “Wedge,” he corrected. “Or Mr. Antilles if that’s too formal.” “Excuse me?” “Civilians don’t have fancy military titles,” Wedge explained. “Ergo, you shouldn’t use a fancy military title when speaking to me.” “With all due respect, sir,” Nevil replied, “not referring to you in proper military title would most likely doom me to the seventh circle of piloting hell.” Wedge could only roll his eyes, “Something I can do for you, Mr. Nevil?” “Yes, sir.” “And what would that be, Captain?” Wedge raised a brow. “It’s, uh,” Nevil stammered, “classified, sir.” “Should I bring my caf?” Wedge asked as his shoulders slumped. “I would if I were you.” *** Jaina watched as Wedge Antilles poured over the information concerning the distress signal. She had to admit that it was strange knowing that Wedge wasn’t a member of the military anymore. He had been a staple of the New Republic armed forces during her entire life. Not a day went by that she didn’t hear about the exploits of the Great Wedge Antilles from her parents or Uncle Luke. After becoming a member of Rogue Squadron, she experienced first-hand the legacy of Wedge Antilles. The unit he had built was the de facto combat squadron prior to and through the Vong War. Even after handing daily command of Rogue Squadron over to Gavin Darklighter, Wedge had remained a prominent figure in the New Republic military. Without his leadership, the war could have turned drastically for the worse. Perhaps that’s why Jaina had a hard time coming to grips with the retired Wedge Antilles. Such a legendary figure wasn’t supposed to enjoy a normal, civilian life. “This might take a little while,” Wedge said. “One of my pilots developed this particular encryption key during the Phantom Fighter campaign. Pretty good slicer, but a loose cannon if you ever saw one. Looks like he went a little overboard with this particular key…must be a few thousand layers for my decryption code to authorize.” “I never did understand why a commanding officer would want a slicer in the squadron,” Jaina admitted. “Especially if it’s at the expense of combat ability.” “The minute you run into a situation that calls for a slicer,” Wedge explained, “you’ll understand why I found them to be so useful... How's the roster reconstruction going?” Jaina winced, “Not very good, sir. No one in their right mind is accepting an invitation to join Rogue Squadron. After the losses we sustained during the war, fliers are starting to think we’re a cursed squadron.” “Have you ever looked at the average life expectancy of a Rogue when you throw out the outliers?” Wedge asked. “Cursed may be an over-exaggeration, but being a Rogue generally isn’t good for your health and long-term plans.” Jaina stifled a chuckle. By “outliers,” Wedge surely meant himself and a few other rare exceptions that had lasted through most of Rogue Squadron’s operational lifetime. Most pilots weren’t so lucky, however. Many were killed within the first few months of service within Rogue Squadron, some died within days. The few who lasted longer than six months typically requested transfers or flat-out retired. “The remaining pilot pool is pretty thin,” Jaina explained. “Mostly sub-par fliers and disciplinary castoffs.” “Hang in there, Colonel,” Wedge replied with a smile. “Things will turn around. They always do for Rogue Squadron.” “If you say so, sir.” Wedge raised a brow, “I do hope you’re not planning on selling yourself short, Solo. Gavin and I selected you to be this squadron’s new commanding officer for a reason.” “That’s right,” Lieutenant Lensi said from behind his stack of datapads, “all the other candidates got vaped.” “Precisely,” Wedge replied. “It was either you or Corran Horn. His ego really didn’t need that kind of inflation so you were the natural choice.” Jaina could only laugh, “I appreciate your vote of confidence, sir.” “Anytime, Solo,” Wedge said. “Looks like the decryption is finished. Lensi, try and send a response back and patch any reply onto the main screen.” “Yes sir,” Lensi replied. “Message sent…response incoming. Routing to primary display.” Jaina looked up at the large briefing room screen as an image slowly flickered to life. Appearing before them was a man who looked to be in his early-to-mid thirties with slightly thinning black hair. He had a pilot’s physique written all about him: thin and slightly shorter than average. Confusion and exhaustion were clearly evident in the man’s face. It looked as if he had been to hell and back. “Sithspit, it’s good to see you General,” the man said. “If you don’t mind me asking, sir, what the hell happened during the last six years?” Glancing over at Wedge, Jaina was slightly surprised to see a dumbfounded expression on his face. This stranger and the former General seemed to know eachother well enough, considering he had the gall to curse in front of one of the military’s most decorated retirees. Whoever this person was, Wedge was clearly shocked to see him. “Zorvan, is that you?” Wedge asked. “If it is, explain to me this: where the hell have you been the last six years!?” -----signature----- Author of the Rise of a Rogue trilogy: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/20721759/p1 Current WIP: Redemption of the Exiles: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24000186&brd=10477&start=24026104 Team fic w/ Inyri: X-Wing: Illusion
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voxynking Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/5 6:58am Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/4/07 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!f
	Woo. It's a new post. I can't wait to see where this one goes. Espically with the "true sith" out there.
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Ultima_1 Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 5/5 12:01pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/4/07 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!f
	I love the humor in this. Please add me to your PM list. -----signature----- Fanfic Padawan of NYCitygurl Legacy of the Force: Endgame http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28169084/p1/?1
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JEDI_MARAUDER Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 5/5 4:57pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/4/07 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!f
	Sweetness! More Dap! I like how you started the story. It kind of reminds me of the beginning of the films, I could imagine the words floating through space and then the camera panning down to look at the space above Coruscant. I don't know if that's what you were going for, but it worked really well. After that we got a great reminder of what kind of attitude Dap has. The standard he holds for identifying Coruscant is that it has a lot of politicians and prostitutes. If anyone hasn't read your other Dap fics, then they are going to come to recognize his attitude very quickly judging by how it has already been displayed in the first post. I think it would be really weird coming back to a galaxy that has been dramatically reshaped. However,it seems that so far Dap is taking everything in stride, even going as far as to joke about no one wanting to say hello. I'm sure he will have a few choice curses ready for when he hears about the war, it should be a lot fun. You took an interesting direction with the decay of Rouge Squadron. It has always been true that the squadron has experienced heavy casualties over the years, but the roster seems to fill up with eager pilots every time. I could imagine that the enthusiasm over Rogue Squadron, or any military unit for that matter, would die out after a war that had cost hundreds of trillions of lives. It is also totally believable that Rouge Squadron could be hit hardest because of the types of missions they are assigned on a regular basis. It'll be a cool concept to take Rouge Squadron from premier fighter squadron to defunct bunch of paper pushers and then back again. I'm not sure if you are going to be doing that, although, Resurrection in the title gives me much hope. It would be kind of like the journey of Rouge Squadron coincided with the journey of Dap Zorvan. The little comment about Jaina's love life was a good bit of humor. You should have had three other squadron members besides Jaina so each one could put their money on one member of Jaina's love.....square? How would you describe it when 3 guys are all after the same girl??? Square is my best guess right now. I agree with Lensi though, even I get a headache hearing about that mess. The glimpse of normal life with Wedge seemed strange. I just never imagined Wedge as a normal everyday retired man enjoying a family breakfast with all of the, sitting around the table. He just never was lucky enough to stay out of war and politics for long enough to just enjoy life. It is good to see him happy though, Wedge has had to deal with too much already, he deserves a break. I guess now he just has to worry about keeping boys away from his girls, though I think they would be more scared of Iella for some reason. She could make them disappear with all of her NRI contacts. Of course the peace could never last: “It’s, uh,” Nevil stammered, “classified, sir.” “Should I bring my caf?” Wedge asked as his shoulders slumped. “I would if I were you.” Wedge's conversation with Jaina raised an interesting phenomenon: the outlier pilots. It was a good point that I never really thought about very much. We've got Luke and Wedge as the only two that lasted for more than one movie. Then there's Tycho, Hobbie and Wes from the Comics, plus a couple other's who disappeared after the comic run was over. Soontir Fel was a Rogue at one point, but he left after a short time. Then we have several from the X-Wing novels. Lets say that adds up to 15 at the very most. Then we divide by the hundreds of pilots that have filled the cockpit in Rouge Squadron and see just how incredibly rare one of these outliers is. It's hard to appreciate it since most of the deaths have been very minor characters, but I like how you brought the point up. The exchange between Wedge and Dap was actually kind of funny. The first thing he says to a guy he hasn't seen in six years and probably thinks he is dead is "What the hell happened during the last six years?" I know Wedge had to deal with a lot of strange stuff in his years as commander of Rogue Squadron, but I still think that kind of statement would leave him reeling. Great job starting this one off. I'm very glad to be reading about Dap again, he is a great character. Sorry my feedback is so longwinded, I kept going on tangents...I'd like to keep reading this if you have a PM list, if not I'll just keep an eye out for updates. -----signature----- "Life surprises you. Accept the gift." –Qui-Gon Jinn
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/6 8:03am Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/4/07 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!f
	Great little story! Super-believable characters and very fluid writing! Very well done. If you're sending PMs on update, please toss one my way! -----signature----- TIS Rules. Check out: Soon to be continued: Choices-- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28767048/p1 A Jedi must make a difficult choice when he runs into an old crush Odd Happenings: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29123443&
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-thor- Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 5/6 8:18am Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/4/07 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!f
	I can already see Dap's reply ... "I asked first so spill it, Antilles!" Thread is now bookmarked. -----signature----- Signature space for rent ... now where did I leave the HoloNet address ???
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InsaneIsta Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 5/6 6:07pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/4/07 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!f
	-thor- posted: I can already see Dap's reply ... "I asked first so spill it, Antilles!" Thread is now bookmarked. I absolutely agree with Thor. Though isn't Cheriss ke Hanadi supposed to be dead? Dap, Dap, Dap and more DAP!!!!
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Lane_Winree Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 5/6 10:57pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/4/07 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!f
	Wow! I didn't expect for so many people to catch on to this fic so quickly! Thank you, everyone! Ultima 1 - Humor is a big part of my writing. I tend to model my fics after the Allston X-Wing novels. Jedi_Maurader - Hey don't apologize for the long-winded responses! It's always great to get a review like that. You're right about Rogue Squadron. Sure, it has been a bastion of success for decades, but time will catch up with them. After a decimating event like the Vong War, you'd have to think that a high-risk squadron like the Rogues would be the last group any sane pilot would want to be assigned to. As it stands now, the Rogues really are the bottom-of-the-barrel as far as the military fleet is concerned. Again, thanks for the review. Always wonderful to get one of these! Jedi_Perigrine - Thanks for the kind words. I spent a lot of time writing OCs in my last fic, partly as a way to develop my characterization ability. It's a little easier now that I'm working with a lot of canon characters again. -Thor- - Hey good to see you again, buddy! InsaneIsta - Hmmm...I did lead you to believe Cheriss had suffered a rather explody death, didn't I? Well I guess you'll have to see how that pans out Alrighty, for those of you who want to be on a PM list, could I ask you something? Would you mind sending me your e-mail addresses in a PM instead? It would be a lot easier for me to set up a e-mail list to notify you of updates. Sometimes I get in a rush when uploading new posts and completely space on the PMs. If not, I'll gladly do the PM list. Also, for those of you who may not have seen it, the last few posts of Redemption of the Exiles were uploaded last week. That fic contains the end of the KotOR plot points as far as the Dap Zorvan storyarch are concerned. That plot continuation will be continued in a (much) later fic. Thanks again for reading everyone! New post on Friday. -----signature----- Author of the Rise of a Rogue trilogy: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/20721759/p1 Current WIP: Redemption of the Exiles: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24000186&brd=10477&start=24026104 Team fic w/ Inyri: X-Wing: Illusion
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Lane_Winree Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 5/13 2:48pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/4/07 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!f
	Chapter One – Clearing Misconceptions “Damn it Zorvan,” Wedge cursed again. “Tycho and I searched high and low to find you when the war started. Skywalker told us you were dead, but now I’m convinced you spent the last six years cruising through the outer-rim on a frelling spice trip! Vader’s Bones I swear I’m going to fly out there myself and shove my X-Wing right up your rear-end, son.” Jaina was somewhat taken aback. She had seen Wedge angry before, but had only seen him dig into the more choice curse vocabulary only a handful of times. Wedge Antilles was very, very upset right now, and she knew better than to interrupt. The last thing she needed was the little-seen Antilles Wrath to come down on her like a Hutt. It was better this stranger on the screen bear the entire brunt of the storm. “Sir, let me-” the clearly stunned man on the screen started. “I stuck my neck out on the line for you so many times I lost count!” Wedge interrupted. “I gave you military hardware you didn’t deserve! Yet when I need you to do something for me, you vanish, and worse yet, you have Skywalker covering for you! I should have listened to Horn and tossed you in the brig the first chance I got.” Jaina glanced over at Lieutenant Lensi and signaled for him to lock the door to the briefing room. She didn’t want one of her superiors stumbling into this mess. “General I’m really sorry, but-” “You know I shouldn’t have even done that,” Wedge was absolutely livid. “I should have ignored Janson and Klivian and shipped your sorry underachieving ass back to the Starfighter Academy. I should have let someone else deal with you and let them throw you into the brig instead!” “General, sir, all of that may be true,” The man on the screen finally managed to get a full sentence out, “but I really could use your help right now.” “What makes you think you’re getting any other concessions from me, Zorvan!?” “General, I’m trapped in the Coruscant system with my crew. My transport is out of fuel, the emergency shuttle is dead, my X-Wing isn’t flight ready, and we’re out of provisions. If we don’t get help fast we’re going to have to resort to cannibalism, and frankly my astrogations officer doesn’t have a whole lot of meat on his bones.” In a flash, Jaina watched as Wedge reverted to his normal, calm and collected self. “Sithspit, you’re in a bit of a mess aren’t you?” Wedge asked. “Colonel, get a message out to command and order an rescue team to be immediately sent to the Coruscant system.” Jaina nodded towards Krell Nevil. Without hesitating he began entering orders into the computer terminal in front of him. “Hang in there son,” Wedge said. “I’m not sure what the hell you’ve been up to but we’ll get you home safely.” “I appreciate it, General,” the man said. “Zorvan out.” Wedge shook his head and took a seat, “I’ve had some real characters serve under me over the years, Solo. You just have to remember that what they bring to the table as pilots outweighs their personalities.” “Is that why you put up with Wes and Hobbie for so long?” Jaina asked. “That’s the only reason I put up with Wes and Hobbie for so long,” Wedge grinned. “Most other COs would have had both of them committed to an institution for mental evaluation.” “You seemed to know the man on the other side of the distress beacon well,” Jaina noted. “Who was he?” “Him?” Wedge asked. “That was Lieutenant Commander Zorvan, served under me for about three years during the time the Imperial Remnant was still an issue to the New Republic. Bit of a headache but a natural with the flightstick, shame your Uncle Luke snagged him from me.” “Uncle Luke?” Jaina asked. “Wait…You don’t mean Darvix Zorvan, do you? As in, Jedi Master Darvix Zorvan?” “I keep forgetting you’re a Jedi first, pilot second,” Wedge mused. “That’s him, couldn’t quite believe it when I heard Luke has made him a Jedi Master. Zorvan must have gotten some compromising pictures to get that promotion.” “I had Master Zorvan for a few of my ethics courses at the Academy,” Jaina said. “He was one of the most…colorful individuals I’ve ever met.” “A few of my pilots liked to call him a misanthropic Hutt-spawn,” Wedge mused. “That’s…one way of putting it, I suppose.” Wedge stood up and glanced at Jaina, “Regardless of all that, he was a smart flier. I wish we could have tracked him down during the war…Have stafighter command bring Zorvan and his crew here. I need to have a one-on-one with him.” As Wedge made his way to the exit, Jaina grabbed his arm, “Something wrong, Colonel?” “No,” Jaina replied, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for cheering me up earlier, Uncle Wedge.” Wedge smiled and ruffled Jaina’s hair, “Anytime, kiddo. Oh, Lieutenant Lensi?” The Duro male looked up from his work, “Yes, sir?” “Put me down in the pool for that Fel boy, would you? Two hundred credits.” “Yes, sir,” Lensi replied with a grin. Jaina watched as Wedge left the briefing room, unsure whether to be furious or to laugh. Deep down, Wedge Antilles was still a Rogue at heart. *** Approximately twenty-four hours later, a large Gallofree GR-75 transport dropped out of hyperspace near Tatooine. A Delta-class DX9 shuttle left the side of the ship, making its way towards the Mon Mothma. Following in escort was an aging Incom T-65AC5 X-Wing. The old, battle-tested starfighter remained close to the shuttle, as if the pilot was anticipating an ambush. At one point in time the T-65A series X-Wings had been the workhorse of the Rebel Alliance and New Republic, serving as a multi-purpose attack and space superiority vessel. Many within the old piloting circles of the New Republic and Rebel Alliance had credited the X-Wing with turning the tides against the empire. Before its introduction, the Alliance had been forced to fly with underpowered Z-95 Headhunters and slow, lumbering Y-Wings. When the X-Wing became an official part of the Alliance’s arsenal, the Galactic Empire’s TIE Fighters finally met their match. The X-Wing remained a staple of the New Republic Armed Forces for decades. A few years after the Battle of Endor, it had been decided by Starfighter Command that the X-Wing was to be phased out in favor of the faster E-Wing starfighter. An uproar by the New Republic’s pilots put an end to that proposal. The E-Wing would be rolled out to new squadrons, however the numerous X-Wing pilots of the New Republic wound up getting their wish. The rebuilt Incom corporation would begin work on upgrades to the X-Wing, ultimately leading to the creation of the T-65AC4 model, which would serve the New Republic up until the beginning of the Yuuzhan Vong War. Jaina Solo sat in the cockpit of her own X-Wing when the shuttle and her escort landed in the hanger bay. She watched as the shuttle’s two occupants descended from the ship’s landing ramp to be met by a pair of deck officers, who quickly whisked them out of the hanger. Next to the shuttle, the escorting X-Wing’s canopy popped open, allowing her pilot to leap to the ground below. Jaina couldn’t see much of the starfighter’s pilot. He was wearing the traditional orange flightsuit and white flak vest typically associated with Starfighter Command pilots. Jaina watched as he was led out of the hanger, perhaps to meet with the crew of the shuttle. Jaina didn’t think much about the shuttle and escort. It wasn’t unusual to see personnel transports and single starfighters come and go from a starship like the Mon Mothma. Jaina returned to her duties, putting her X-Wing’s avionics controls through a standard series of tests. If anything was out of normal operating parameters, or simply felt uncomfortable to her, she would have the hanger techs perform the required adjustments. Thankfully, today didn’t appear to be a day in which she would have to fill out a repair request form. Satisfied that everything was in order, Jaina extracated herself from the cockpit of her starfighter and made her way towards the hanger exit. As she made her way through the corridors of the Star Destroyer, Jaina debated what she would do during the downtime she had for the rest of the day. There was some leftover paperwork waiting to be filled out on her desk, but she wasn’t exactly in the mood for more Starfighter Command required bureaucracy. She could head to the gym and finally get a workout in, but in all honest Jaina didn’t feel like expending the effort. Chances are she would just sit down in her quarters with a cold dessert dish to watch a few recorded holo soaps she hadn’t gotten around to viewing yet. Jaina made her way past the briefing room that was assigned to Rogue Squadron. She noticed the door was open, allowing for a conversation to be overheard to those passing by. Jaina paused to listen in. “Six years in hyperspace?” Wedge’s voice carried through the open doorway. “No wonder you have no idea what the hell happened here. Just where were you?” *** “About three years ago my crew stumbled onto an old space station far outside of the Galaxy’s border,” Darvix Zorvan replied. “It was an ancient Sith facility that stored information that needed to be in the hands of the Jedi. The data was extremely sensitive, stuff that couldn’t fall into the wrong hands.” Wedge nodded, “That’s why Skywalker forged your crew’s status and reported the three of you as killed in action.” “Precisely,” Darvix replied. “We had to be certain no one was following us. If the information we found made its way into the public domain, we could be looking at chaos and all hell breaking loose. Hell, I don’t even understand half of what we found out there! It might just be some old Sith Lord’s grocery list, or it could contain the location to some Sith super weapon that would make the Death Star pale in comparison. All I know is I need to get this data into the right hands immediately.” “You’re looking for Skywalker, then?” Wedge asked. “If it’s not too tall of an order,” Darvix shrugged. “The sooner we have this information in his hands, the better.” “Very well,” Wedge glanced at his datapad. “I’ll arrange to have Colonel Solo take you down to Tatooine’s surface tomorrow. Last I heard Luke was taking some time off to recuperate from the war, not really sure. He’s been somewhat of a recluse since the Vong surrendered.” “Thank you, sir,” Darvix replied. “…Colonel Solo?” “Yes,” Wedge cast a glance towards the open doorway, “Colonel Jaina Solo. Took over Rogue Squadron shortly after I retired and Darklighter moved to Fleet Command.” “Sithspit, Jaina Solo?” Darvix shook his head. “How old is that stuck up little brat now? Fourteen?” “Twenty-one,” Wedge replied, “and one of the best damn fliers in the fleet. Has more natural skill than you ever had in your prime.” “I never had a chance to fly in my prime, sir,” Darvix replied with a half-hearted smile. “If you don’t mind, sir, I really should go check up on my crew. The last twenty-four hours have been somewhat life-altering for us. I should make sure they’re holding up alright.” “You’re just trying to get out of here so you can get some liquor into your system,” Wedge said. “…that too, sir,” Darvix admitted. “I really should be going though. If you need me I’ll have my comlink number forwarded-” Darvix stopped in mid-sentence as Wedge fixed him with a cold stare. This couldn’t be good. Every time Darvix had seen that look on the General’s face, something unpleasant occurred. That was the stare that had sent him behind enemy lines on an Imperial Remnant Star Destroyer. Whatever was about to happen, no good could possibly come from it. “Mr. Zorvan,” Wedge said, “I’ve stuck my neck out for you a number of times over the years, despite the fact that it was plainly obvious that I shouldn’t have.” “Yes, sir,” Darvix winced. “As such, you owe me son,” Wedge continued. “I know you’ve just returned from literally the ends of the Galaxy, but I’m calling in the favors I’ve been collecting from you. Rogue Squadron is in need of pilots, and specifically, in need of a capable executive officer to handle roster reconstruction and training. The military is strapped for resources, and that means we’re scraping the bottom of the barrel to fill squadron vacancies. “I want you to go take care of your business with Skywalker tomorrow and come back here. Once you’re back on board, I want you to apply for immediate readmission into Starfighter Command. I’ll pull some strings, and by the end of the day you will be Rogue Squadron’s new executive officer. Is that understood, Mr. Zorvan?” “General,” a hint of panic began to creep into Darvix’s features, “I haven’t flown combat in over a decade! Any skills I may have had have completely rusted and vanished by the wayside. Besides, I didn’t exactly depart the Rogue’s on a winning note.” “You’re damn right you didn’t,” Wedge continued to stare down Darvix. “You screwed up, and I should have thrown the book at you and left you rotting in a brig cell.” “So why bring me back now?” Darvix folded his arms across his chest. “Last thing you need is for a chronic screw up to help run a prestigious group such as Rogue Squadron.” “You, unfortunately, are the best available candidate for the job,” Wedge said. “You will not argue with me, you will do as I tell you. Is that understood, Mr. Zorvan?” “No, sir,” Darvix replied. “I can’t really say I understand why you’re putting me in this spot.” “You put yourself in this spot,” Wedge said. “I will remind you again, you owe me.” Darvix frowned and closed his eyes, “Yes sir. I’ll submit that paperwork tomorrow.” “Very good,” Wedge replied as he turned to face the door, “and you’ll be prepared to take him to the surface tomorrow morning, Colonel Solo?” A sheepish Jaina Solo appeared in front of the door, “Yes, sir.” “Wonderful,” Wedge patted Darvix on the shoulder. “I love it when a plan comes together.” End Chapter One -----signature----- Author of the Rise of a Rogue trilogy: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/20721759/p1 Current WIP: Redemption of the Exiles: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24000186&brd=10477&start=24026104 Team fic w/ Inyri: X-Wing: Illusion
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-thor- Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 5/13 9:12pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/13/08 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!
	Snort "Yes, Sir!" ... "No, Sir!" ... You sure this is Dap and not some clone of him with a rearranged mind? -----signature----- Signature space for rent ... now where did I leave the HoloNet address ???
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JEDI_MARAUDER Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 5/13 10:54pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/13/08 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!
	â€œPut me down in the pool for that Fel boy, would you? Two hundred credits.â€ Oh no, not Wedge too! At least he is betting on his nephew, rooting for the family and all that. It still surprises me that he would get in on that kind of immature behavior. However as you said: he is still a Rouge at heart. I kind of like how Dap couldn't get a word in edgewise with Wedge, when that happens you can tell Wedge is a)really pissed off, or b)won't take no for an answer. In this case I guess it is both, time for Dap to help rebuild Rouge Squadron and vape some bad guys! Great post! -----signature----- "Life surprises you. Accept the gift." –Qui-Gon Jinn
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VhenRa Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 5/14 11:48pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/13/08 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!
	Nice Chapter.
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Jedi_Perigrine Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 5/17 8:52pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/13/08 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!
	I agree, nice chapter! I love Wedge's alertness in sensing Jaina eavesdropping. But I really love "I love it when a plan comes together." Been watching the A-team lately? -----signature----- TIS Rules. Check out: Soon to be continued: Choices-- http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28767048/p1 A Jedi must make a difficult choice when he runs into an old crush Odd Happenings: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29123443&
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Lane_Winree Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 6/2 1:13pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 5/13/08 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!
	Thanks for reading everyone! Thor - There is only one man in the universe that can command Darvix's full respect: Wedge Antilles. Jedi-Marauder - Ah Wedge is one of my all-time favorite characters to write. He'll be getting a good amount of page time in this fic. Jedi_Perigrine - Caught me. Yeah, that was my little homage to Hannibal Smith. Well, here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long to get up, school and work have kept me real busy. I'm also trying to set up an update buffer, so for a little while longer updates will be somewhat infrequent while I get things queued up. Chapter Two – Change of Command Jaina sat in the pilot’s seat of the Lambda-class shuttle, waiting for Darvix Zorvan to arrive. He was late, and Jaina was beginning to loose patience. She should have been on Tatooine’s surface by now, instead she was trapped in the Mon Mothma’s primary hanger. There were other things she needed to be taking care of. Jaina had stacks of paperwork piling up on her desk. She had missed calls to return. She could be doing all of those things, but instead she was waiting for one very late Jedi Master. Jaina began to tap her foot impatiently against the cold durasteel floor of the shuttle. “Sorry I’m late,” Darvix took a seat in the co-pilots seat next to her. “Those breakfast pastries they serve in the cafeteria are to die for. Couldn’t get enough of them.” “Shut up,” a woman said as she entered the shuttle, taking a seat in one of the passenger chairs. “You’ll have to forgive him. Six years in isolation didn’t do much to improve his already meager social skills.” “Colonel Solo,” Darvix gestured to his female companion, “this is Kasari Lisae. Lucky woman had the pleasure of spending over half a decade trapped in hyperspace with me. Enough with the pleasantries, though. Skywalker will have my head if I’m any later than we already are.” “And whose fault is that?” Kasari asked. “Yours,” Darvix smiled. “It took Vik and myself twenty minutes to drag you out of the cafeteria. You acted like you hadn’t eaten anything but ration bars for six years.” “Shut up,” Kasari glared as she fastened her flight seat’s harness. Jaina tried to tune out the argument her two passengers insisted on engaging in while she carefully navigated the shuttle out of the hanger and into open space. She had never spoken with Kasari before. Jaina had heard her name spoken several times at the academy. Word-of-mouth seemed to indicate that she was a rather exceptional Jedi who had been cursed with a terrible Master. Darvix Zorvan, on the other hand, was another story entirely. She had been forced to take an ethics course at the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV that was taught by Master Zorvan. It wasn’t long before it became the part of her day she would dread the most. Zorvan was merciless when it came to interacting with the young Jedi padawans. Jaina had even heard of an unofficial betting ring that placed wagers on the over/under of how many students would flee the classroom in tears from his verbal berating. If Jaina remembered correctly, she pushed one such wager into the “over” category after leaving classroom in tears after one such Zorvan verbal berating. That alone was enough to cause her to question General Antilles decision to make him the executive officer of Rogue Squadron. Of course, there was nothing binding Jaina to that decision. Wedge Antilles was a retired military officer who didn’t serve the fleet in any official capacity. Despite that, she couldn’t deny that his opinion carried more weight than most others, current military or not. If he believed that Zorvan was executive officer material, then it was probably true. Despite that, she didn’t want Zorvan in her squadron serving as her executive officer. Unfortunately, who was she to question General Antilles’ wisdom? Jaina guided the shuttle towards Tatooine’s barren, wasteland surface as her two passengers continued to quarrel. She skimmed shuttle along the surface, nearing the coordinates she had programmed into the ship’s navigations computer. Her uncle and Mara Jade had taken refuge in a secluded hut not far from the moisture farm he had grown up on. After the war, Luke decided to disappear from public view. The destruction of the Jedi Academy and the New Republic had taken a great toll on him. In order to cope, Luke left the Jedi in the hands of Kyle Katarn and retreated to his homeworld to recuperate and reassess life as a whole. It hurt Jaina to see her strong uncle reduced to such a depressed, miserable state. He had placed more blame on his shoulders than he deserved during the war, and now it had come back to hurt him. She understood his pain. Many good men and women died under his command over the years, though never to the scale that he endured during the Vong war. Perhaps years of service to the Jedi and military had finally pushed him past the breaking point. Jaina spotted the hut in the distance and eased back on the throttle. Luke had told her that the building had belonged to Obi-Wan Kenobi prior to his death aboard the first Death Star. As far as she knew, Luke was spending his days meditating and tending to a handful of moisture vaporators. She found the latter amusing. Luke would always tell her tales when she was younger about how much he hated working on a moisture farm. The vaporators were the bane of his existence. Now he had his own to take care of. Jaina began the landing procedures. All the while, her two passengers continued to argue. *** Darvix stepped out of the shuttle and winced as the blistering Tatooine heat hit him. He hated the planet with every fiber of his being. After defecting to the New Republic as a teenager, Darvix made Tatooine his first home. He immediately regretted it. The famed Colonel Gavin Darklighter’s parents took him in and promptly put him to work on a moisture farm, where his job was to tend to the electronic equipment on the moisture deposits. He’d spend countless miserable hours in the scorching heat provided by the planet’s twin suns. Perhaps the greatest day of his life was the day he was shipped off to Coruscant to enroll in the New Republic’s starfighter academy. It occasionally rained there. He followed Jaina to the hut’s entrance with Kasari in tow. Darvix shielded his eyes from the sun as he glanced around his surroundings. Nothing but barren desert to one end and canyons to another. He would have to sneak out while no one was looking and make his way towards Mos Eisley. The wasteland surrounding him was starting to become depressing, and when Darvix began feeling depressed the only remedy was hard liquor. Or an episode of Galactic Hospital. Darvix watched as Jaina keyed the door chime. The door slid open, revealing a familiar head of flaming red hair. “Oh sithspit,” Darvix groaned, “You took Skywalker over me? My male ego has been forever bruised.” “You know Zorvan,” Mara Jade grinned slightly, “I’m not sure whether or not to be glad you’re alive, or to castrate you on the spot.” “I missed you too, Hotlips,” Darvix replied. “Is Uncle Luke home?” “He’s out at one of the moisture deposits,” Mara Jade replied. “I’ll call for him, come on inside…Touch anything and I will kill you, Zorvan.” “Yes ma’am,” Darvix replied as he entered the hut. The hut was meagerly furnished, just enough to get by. The walls were bare and save for some furniture, there wasn’t much to speak of. Darvix sat down in the main living area and waited for Luke to arrive. Ten years ago he had given Darvix a special assignment that took him to all corners of the Galaxy and beyond. Darvix, a blood descendant of the ancient Jedi Atton Rand, had been tasked with locating information about two fallen Jedi: The Exile and Darth Revan. Six years ago the mission led Darvix on a voyage beyond the borders of the Galaxy. Three years ago he discovered an ancient Sith facility that served as the final resting place of the Jedi Exile; a woman who would stare the Dark Side of the Force in the face and turn away from it’s influences. Darvix had learned that the Exile reformed the Jedi Council after the Jedi-Sith War four thousand years earlier. The history books referred to her as a fallen Jedi, but Darvix had discovered that she was, in fact, a redeemed Jedi who had saved the Galaxy single-handedly. Darvix awoke from his reverie as the door slid open again. A rather worn and haggard Luke Skywalker greeted him. “Darvix?” Luke asked as he walked towards him. “You’re…not dead.” “I’ve been getting that a lot lately,” Darvix frowned slightly. “I’m still not sure what happened in the Galaxy while I was gone, but it sounds like I made the right decision to take a six year vacation.” Luke shook his head, “You have no idea.” “If it’s all the same, I’d rather not talk about how system was laid waste to while I was gone,” Darvix’s shoulders slumped. “I’ve got a report to file with you.” “You found the station?” Luke’s eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets. “I found more than we could have ever hoped for,” Darvix said. “I’ve got the historical logs of the Ebon Hawk.” “The Ebon Hawk?” Luke asked. “The flagship of Darth Revan? That’s supposed to be nothing more than a myth.” “I assure you, it wasn’t,” Darvix replied. “I haven’t studied the information in depth…that’s a job for your scholars, not me.” “What can you tell me?” Darvix thought for a moment before answering, “We were wrong.” “We were wrong?” Luke raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You, me, the Jedi, the New Republic, the history texts,” Darvix explained. “We were all wrong about Revan, Atton Rand, and the Exile. They weren’t fallen Jedi. They were both saviors of this Galaxy.” Kasari spoke up, “We encountered a holo-recording on board the Ebon Hawk that was created by the Exile shortly before her death. Both she and Revan knew that history would be skewed to show them as villains of the Old Republic, so she created a message specifically for Darvix intended to clear their names.” “Revan managed to repel a Sith invasion lead by his former apprentice Darth Malak,” Darvix said. “The Exile rebuilt the Jedi Council that existed until Emperor Palpatine’s rule. If that wasn’t enough, both decided to head outside of the Galaxy to duel with the True Sith.” “The True Sith…” Luke murmered. “They do exist, then? It’s not a philosophy or a teaching by followers of the Dark Side.” “From all indications they are a very real and very present danger,” Kasari said. “The logs don’t contain a great deal about them. All we know is that Revan and the Exile encountered the True Sith but were unable to destroy them. They managed to cripple the Sith, but the Exile warned us that they would not remain in hiding forever.” “The Exile left us with one last prophecy from Revan,” Darvix said. “The Sith will return for one great and final battle to determine the fate of the Galaxy. Fail, and the consequences will ripple far beyond our borders and touch innocent life forms we had no idea existed. The penalty for failure would be beyond our comprehension. “Succeed,” Darvix continued, “and the Force will cease to exist as we know it, leading the Galaxy into a state of glory that is far beyond anything we can understand. Either way, Revan had one order for us: The Jedi will be the spearhead of the Galaxy. We must be prepared or we will fall. If we fall, then innumerable life forms beyond our Galaxy will suffer as a consequence. “I don’t know when the Sith with return,” Darvix said. “It may be in a day, a year, or not within our lifetime at all. All I do know is that it is time for us to change the way we teach and prepare the Jedi.” “We cannot let what happened with the Vong ever happen again,” Luke said. “As such, we have to change the way we conduct ourselves.” “We have to be proactive now,” Darvix nodded. “I’ve been thinking a great deal since arriving in the Coruscant system several days ago…Perhaps the Vong were meant to be a wakeup call for the Jedi. From everything I’ve heard the Jedi and the Republic were flat-footed in dealing with the invasion fleet. That can never happen again.” The room was silent for a long while. The information that Darvix had just divulged was shattering news. It was hard enough to comprehend the workings of just one Galaxy, but if the prophecy was true, the Jedi would be responsible for the well being of so much more. It was an enormous responsibility. “You’ve done well, Darvix,” Luke said. “Everything I asked for you delivered, your work and dedication have been exemplary. I suppose it’s time to return you to your original duties as a peacekeeper of the Galaxy. I’ll put you in contact immediately with Katarn and have you reassigned to new duties.” Darvix fixed Luke with a regretful expression, “I can’t, Luke.” “Oh don’t do this to me, Darvix,” Luke looked as if he had been punched in the stomach. “I need you, the Jedi need you.” “Not as much as the military needs me right now,” Darvix said. “I’m returning to active duty and signing on as Rogue Squadron’s executive officer.” “You’re what!?” Kasari bolt upright and made her way towards Darvix. “I’m sorry,” Darvix wore an expression of regret upon his face. “I spoke with General Antilles after arriving in the system. The military is in desperate need of command material and he feels I’m best suited for the job.” “It figures he’d steal one of you back from me,” Luke heaved a sigh. “It won’t be a permanent post,” Darvix explained. “I’ll be tasked with rebuilding and training the squadron. A year, year and a half we’ll have the unit functioning again and I can retire from service.” “Do you think this is the right decision, Darvix?” Luke asked. “I- I don’t know,” Darvix responded. “Perhaps…yes. Luke, this is something I have to do.” “This represents the last of your past demons, doesn’t it?” Darvix nodded solemnly, “Yes… Master Skywalker I really appreciate all that you’ve done for me. If it wasn’t for you I’d be rotting in a brig cell somewhere. However, I have work that I have yet to complete, and it lies with General Antilles and the military.” “My role in this tale of Jedi grandeur is over,” Darvix admitted. “What happens now is beyond me. Hundreds of years from now the history texts should refer to some great and powerful Jedi as the one who put an end to the Sith. I should only be a minor footnote in the story… My work with the Jedi in this capacity is over, as it should be.” “Very well,” Luke said. “You’re released from your duties as a Jedi Master. You will retain your title as a badge of honor for the great tasks you have accomplished…and if you ever decide you want to come back, our doors will be open to you.” Darvix stood and extended a hand towards Luke, “Wedge gave me the same offer when I left Rogue Squadron over a decade ago.” “I’m sure he didn’t think you’d cash in on it,” Luke replied with a smile. “Now get out of here. I expect you to hit the flight simulator hard.” Darvix smiled, “Yes sir.” -----signature----- Author of the Rise of a Rogue trilogy: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/20721759/p1 Current WIP: Redemption of the Exiles: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24000186&brd=10477&start=24026104 Team fic w/ Inyri: X-Wing: Illusion
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-thor- Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 6/2 10:51pm Subject: RE: X-Wing: Resurrection of a Rogue - Updated 6/2/08 - Post NJO Jaina, Rogues, Wraiths, OCs, pilot!f
	Lane_Winree posted: Darvix watched as Jaina keyed the door chime. The door slid open, revealing a familiar head of flaming red hair. “Oh sithspit,” Darvix groaned, “You took Skywalker over me? My male ego has been forever bruised.” “You know Zorvan,” Mara Jade grinned slightly, “I’m not sure whether or not to be glad you’re alive, or to castrate you on the spot.” Haven't you forgotten Ben? -----signature----- Signature space for rent ... now where did I leave the HoloNet address ???
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