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Antilles2001 Registered: Oct '01	Date Posted: 8/13/05 10:07pm Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	Holy crap. She's back. -----signature----- I have defied gods and demons. I am your shield. I am your sword. I know you. Your past; your future. This is the way the world ends. Oly Oly Oxen Free - 2007
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The Rover Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 8/16/05 7:36pm Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	Well I for one would love to welcome you back after a long stay away and if you remember me, Rogue..we uhhhhh both have written stories about Jedi's in love. if you remember my e-mail address, send me something so we can chit chat and catch up on old times. The Rover aka GR
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LumiKuningatar Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 8/26/05 5:32am Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	You're not dead? Oh my God... is one of you readers a necrophiliac by any chance. looks around with suspicion To whom do I send the gift basket.. just kidding... I'm still hyped by the news that you're back... and going to write an ending.. wow.. stunned silence a tear glistens on her cheek I'm just so happy bawling -----signature----- Tell a man there are 400 billion stars and he'll believe you, tell a man that a bench is wet and he'll have to touch it... Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam. It's a bird, no wait a plane.. damn.. it IS a b
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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/26/05 10:36am Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	point accusing finger at RL You told us you'd write more. So why do I not see any more story? I waded through 17 pages of 'up's in the vain hope of more story, it's now 3:30 am and all I get is a post from someone we all thought was dead saying she isn't. Where's the justice in that? Kindly post some more or I'll be forced to resort to blasting SW DVD's. looks menacing -----signature----- Such a sweet little boy, so innocent, Who would of guessed he'd grow into... A bloody cry baby, And a wife basher.
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RogueLead11 Registered: Aug '99	Date Posted: 9/6/05 9:00am Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles) - Date Edited: 9/6/05 9:02am (1 edits total) Edited By: RogueLead11
	hehe, believe it or not, it's been so long that I don't even remember what's been going on in my own story, so I've been re-reading the whole story. School just started again for this year (my last year, woot) but once I catch up, I'll find the time to write up a post. Now that it has been established that I yet live, this story will finally see some updates (sooner or later, stupid homework). Oh, and Rover, my e-mail address is RogueLead11@yahoo.com, it's good to see at least Sith Order alum is still around! -----signature----- The lazy author that never finishes anyth
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Phoenix_Reborn Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 9/7/05 9:05am Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	Not to sound repetitive or anything, but Holy **** you're alive. Now I have to re-read the story again, too. Glad to see you back - Birdy (a.k.a Jedi_Knight_Hunter) -----signature----- Jello Knight Fightin'Texas Aggie class of '07 A-WHOOP! Token Canadian to the Sawpuppies of 203
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LumiKuningatar Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 9/11/05 1:06pm Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	umm, do you have any idea when you'll be able to post the next exciting installment? -----signature----- Tell a man there are 400 billion stars and he'll believe you, tell a man that a bench is wet and he'll have to touch it... Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam. It's a bird, no wait a plane.. damn.. it IS a b
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Antilles2001 Registered: Oct '01	Date Posted: 9/22/05 10:44pm Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	Considering it's been three years since the last post, I'd say quite awhile. -----signature----- I have defied gods and demons. I am your shield. I am your sword. I know you. Your past; your future. This is the way the world ends. Oly Oly Oxen Free - 2007
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RogueLead11 Registered: Aug '99	Date Posted: 9/26/05 10:46pm Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	hehe, I've actually been trying to work on a post but I would say don't expect it for awhile yet, since midterms are coming up and work takes priority. If I've learned anything from the past three years, it's that school and writing don't mix! But, on an unrelated note, everyone go see "Serenity" when it comes out this Friday. It's as close to Star Wars in the theatres as we're going to get for awhile! -----signature----- The lazy author that never finishes anyth
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RogueLead11 Registered: Aug '99	Date Posted: 10/20/05 12:24am Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	After my talk with Garven Dreis, I decided that perhaps I should take the initiative for once, having thrown the first punch, and be the first one to apologize to those I’d offended. However, after the fifteen minutes of knocking it took for Baby to crack open the door of his quarters, followed by his long list of specifications concerning an “adequate” confession, I was beginning to regret my decision. “You’re a great pilot, I’m cannon fodder. You’re a blessing to humanity, I’m the scum of the galaxy. You’re, uh, very good looking. I have the physique of a space slug.” I stopped, folding my arms over my chest. “Am I done yet?” Baby’s one visible eye blinked lazily through the slight space between door and frame. He had not even allowed me to enter his room, forcing me to stand outside in the corridor and raise my voice for his neighbors’ benefit. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “Your hollow attempts at forgiveness have only slightly soothed my deep emotional trauma.” “I’ll give you deep emotional trauma,” I growled. He waved his hand. “Continue.” “Fine.” I sighed. “You’re a tactical genius, I’m an ignorant moron. You get lots of girls, I get Biggs and Piggy…” “Don’t forget your unforgivably rank body odor,” he chimed in helpfully. “You know, I really don’t think is necessary-“ The small portion of Baby’s expression darkened and his head disappeared from the opening. With an ominous creak, the door began to slide closed. “Hold on, hold on!” Cursing, I jammed my boot into the gap, succeeding in both stopping the door and squishing my front two toes. After a moment, Baby’s eye reappeared on the other side. Keenly aware of the pain in my foot, I was only partly glad he’d returned. “You know, Ace,” he said, gazing at me solemnly. “All this cussing is getting in the way of you telling me how great I am.” Forgiveness be damned. I was mentally calculating whether it was possible to punch him through the crack in the door when Baby’s eye crinkled in irritating satisfaction. “However,” he continued. “Being the understanding, magnanimous person that I am, I have found it in myself to forgive you.” He stepped back and the door hissed fully open, freeing my trapped foot at last. Trying to flex my battered toes, I stumped through the threshold. A smiling Baby met me on the other side, his hand outstretched. “So,” he said cheerily, “now that we’ve established that what happened was all your fault, let’s let bygones be bygones. What do you say?” I had been heavily debating my plans for apologizing. Now that I was finally able to view my opponent’s entire face, though, I had to fight back a laugh. The pain in my nose suddenly didn’t seem that bad when I noticed the swelling around the right side of Baby’s jaw and at the top of his forehead. He was currently pressing an iced medpac to his cheek, but otherwise showing no signs of discomfort. I couldn’t help feeling some satisfaction that he hadn’t just used me as punching bag in our argument. Shaking my head in amusement, I started to reach out, to clasp his hand and finally end things, but at the last moment, he lifted his arm and raised his palm slightly out of my reach. I stared at him in confusion, my stomach sinking. “Don’t tell me I have to come up with more compliments,” I groaned. “Ace, I’m sorry.” It took my mind a minute to catch up with his words. “What?” “I’m sorry,” he repeated. There was no mirth in his voice now. “I shouldn’t have said those things about your parents. And I shouldn’t have dragged Maire into it either. We’ve all lost someone at one time or another. It was stupid of me.” I unsuccessfully searched for any hint of mockery in his tone. Standing in front of me, his hand still dangling in the air, Baby almost looked nervous. The memory of him, Piggy, Biggs, and Captain Dreis confronting me in front of the simulator still rankled me. The fact that they had used my parents to strengthen their own cause still caused my hands to clench at my sides. But I remembered the look on Garven Dreis’ face outside the Temple, when he said the words “friends” and “wingmen”, knowing they were one and the same. “That’s right,” I said finally. “You are pretty stupid.” And I grabbed his hand and pumped it up and down. Baby’s tense expression collapsed into what could only be relief. The grin came back to his face as he gripped my hand. From somewhere in the background, I unmistakably heard someone say, “Aww.” Baby and I dropped each other’s hands as if we’d been scalded. It suddenly occurred to me to look around, and to my horror, I found that Baby wasn’t the sole occupant of the room. In fact – I could feel my face getting red – Baby’s living quarters were actually the barracks assigned to the entirety of Red Squadron, or what was left of them. The room didn’t contain much, mostly some desks and bunk beds, and it was on this sparse furniture that I discovered our audience. Biggs Darklighter leaned against the wall directly to the side, his arms folded over his brown pilot’s coverall, looking on with interest. Lien Zhiat lounged on the top of a bunk, her eyes looking at me over the rim of a datapad with amusement. Piggy and Harper sat on opposite sides of a holo-chessboard in the corner. Although their monster pieces roared and flailed at each other from their respective squares, the eyes of the players themselves kept flicking over to me. Both men were trying unsuccessfully to restrain their laughter. “Frankly, I’m impressed,” Piggy was saying to Harper, loudly enough for me to hear. “Do you remember the last time Wes fought with somebody? Not only did he give him a black eye, he locked him in the garbage disposal for three hours.” “I do remember,” Harper said, his merry face abruptly falling into its typical melancholy lines. “That was me.” Biggs stepped forward. “That was beautiful,” he said to me, slapping one hand on my back. “I bet that scene would have made the Emperor cry.” “I’m beginning to regret it, yes,” I growled. His hand slipped from my shoulder. “Look, Ace, I meant to tell you… about the simulator. Wes and Piggy were trying to help, we didn’t know it was going to go so badly-” “Enough with the apologies. The first one was bad enough.” I held up my hand. “I think we battle enough with the Imps without having to worry about fighting amongst ourselves. Just forget it, okay, Greenhorn?” Biggs still looked a little troubled, but he managed his usual smirk. “Sure thing, Crazy Man Ace,” he said. “You men are so dramatic,” Lien Zhiat drawled from the bunks. “If this degenerates into weeping and embraces, I’m leaving.” Piggy glanced back at her. “I’m sure a little sentimentality manages to slip through even your deflector shields every now and then, Miss Cynical,” he said, chuckling. “It’s not my fault you’re all sissies.” Her eyes flicked back to her datapad, and she tapped the screen lightly with her finger to scroll to a new image. She could not, however, hide her smile. “By the way, you’re about to lose.” He frowned at her. “What?” he said, just as Harper’s wyrmkin piece leapt across the chessboard and devoured his Kalimdorian battle beast. “Yay,” Harper said. “Kriff,” Piggy said. “You’re terrible at chess, Piggy,” Baby called from across the room. “I don’t know why you play.” His hefty friend straightened in indignation. “At least I didn’t get my face punched in by some Corellian runt.” “Runt?” I said. “He’s just upset because he lost,” Harper soothed, pushing a button on his console and clearing all the monsters from the board. “Besides, don’t worry, Wes is the shortest in the squadron. He tries to hide it by padding the soles of his dress boots to raise himself up a couple more centimeters. You know, like women do.” Baby’s face colored under his bruises. “Best watch yourself next mission, old buddy,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Proton torps have a habit of launching by themselves sometimes. Wouldn’t want them to hit a friendly target.” Harper, for once, did not seem phased. He glanced at me. “Did I ever mention the time back with the Tierfon Aces, when Wes bought some Rylothian growth tonic off the black market?” Piggy grimaced. “Oh, I remember that,” he said. “It took a month for his ears to get back to normal.” Baby sputtered and I grinned. “Oh, how I’ve missed this,” I said. Everyone’s head turned toward the door as it hissed open. Garven Dreis stepped into the dormitory, and taking in my presence with a stern look, merely said, “Attention.” All the Reds saluted. I started to raise my hand, then let it drop to my side. Dreis glanced at Baby and me. “I’m glad to see that you two have reached an agreement,” he said. “I can’t have my pilots bickering like children, not in these times.” I expected Baby to come back with a smart retort, but he only dropped his eyes. “Sorry Lead. It won’t happen again.” If Dreis was surprised, he hid it well. “Good,” he said. “I’ve just come to let you know that we will be holding trials for new pilots in the next few days. Several independent rebel factions have joined us here on Yavin since our arrival and we’re going to have to identify the best candidates to fill out ranks again. Prepare yourself to make some simulator runs with the six new recruits.” Six new pilots, all to replace those who had been lost. The room suddenly gaped around us, the silence pressing down. Captain Dreis cleared his throat. “I want these barracks cleaned and everything made ready,” he said. “I know this is short notice, but we can’t have our new pilots thinking this is a lazy unit.” Baby ran his finger along one of the stone walls. “This place is clean enough,” he said. “Considering we’re living in a jungle.” “No nonsense, Five. Our first new replacement is already here on planet, and I guaranteed him that he’d have a clean bunk and a working X-wing.” “Already?” Lien wrinkled her nose. “What’s this little go-getter’s name?” Dreis’ mouth actually twitched in amusement. “Wedge Antilles,” he said. “He sounds like a brat,” Lien said. “Probably full of himself,” Biggs said. “He could still fly circles around all of you, I bet,” I said, grinning. “After all, I did shoot down your Captain.” It took a few moments for the statement to sink in. All their eyes fell upon me, disbelieving, incredulous. Silence descended upon the room once again, but this time, it was not necessarily despairing, because Baby finally said, slowly, “So… you’re with us? For good?” Garven Dreis was frowning. “I would like it mention,” he said quietly, “that when we faced each other in the simulator, I was merely testing your ability to learn from past encounters-” “Don’t worry Dave, everyone gets shot down once in awhile,” Baby interrupted, drowning him out. He turned back to me. “Are you serious about this?” I shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “Well, just for starters, what about all that stuff you told us outside the simulators? You were so against it. I hope we didn’t force you into anything…” “No. No, it’s not like that at all.” As I stood there with Piggy, Baby, and Biggs staring at me, it was like climbing out of the sim pod all over again. This time, though, I would not run away. “A lot of what you told me then was true, and I knew that all along. That, and some outside advice,” I avoided looking at Dreis, “helped me finally make up my mind.” “But won’t you miss your old life?” Lien said. “Miss what? Sleeping in my cold ship and scraping out a living on the fringes of the galaxy? I think I can do without it.” I smiled at her. “Besides, you guys are short-handed.” “Ace notified me just an hour ago of his decision,” Dreis said calmly. “He will now officially adopt the designation of Red Two in our unit, and he’ll be flying on my wing. I figured we could forego the flight trials in his case, considering what we have already been through.” Piggy rushed forward and grasped my hand. “It’s good to have you,” he said. His voice was low, almost choked, and he squeezed my fingers tightly. “Thank you.” Lien actually beamed at me, and a smirking Biggs remarked, “I knew you’d come to your senses eventually.” Meanwhile, Baby’s eyes began to shine, like they always did when he was cooking up a plot. “This is great,” he said. “What?” I said cautiously. He jerked a thumb at Biggs. “Greenhorn here is off the hook now, you’re our new rookie. Since you officially just joined up, your kill count goes back down to zero. So you can’t be called ‘Ace’ anymore, that’s just plain misleading. Before the hazing begins, we need a good, proper name for a newbie like yourself. How about… Laser Bait?” “No,” I said. “Slag Man?” he suggested. “It’s not happening.” Garven Dreis clapped me on the shoulder. “Welcome to the Rebellion, Ace,” he said. “For better or worse, you’re stuck with us now.” “Fantastic,” I said, but I couldn’t help grinning. -----signature----- The lazy author that never finishes anyth
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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 10/20/05 5:09am Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	Yay, first post. Excellent come back. Loved when Wedge realised it wasn't just him and Wes in the room. Almost cried with laughter. But don't think this means I'm forgiving you for making us go 3 YEARS without a post. You've got a lot of writing to do before that happens. -----signature----- Such a sweet little boy, so innocent, Who would of guessed he'd grow into... A bloody cry baby, And a wife basher.
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Corellian_Rogue Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 10/21/05 10:12pm Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	What can I possibly write to illustrate how much I loved reading this? This story just has something about it...dunno what it is but all the characters are so well portrayed and are so complex! A day ago I wouldn't have cared when Piggy died in the movies to be honest but now I'm going to blubber like an idiot! Look what you've done RogueLead11! LOL I don't think I've ever seen anyone write Wedge so well, he's always written as this galactic hero guy that is dedicated and respectable and just so adult. It's really refreshing to see him a somewhat awkward kid, fumbling about, stuck between two lives. And Wes and Piggy are fantastic! Their dynamic is wonderful as pranksters. And I don't usually laugh at fat jokes but holy crap these are hilarious! And I love the way you've given them nicknames and stuck by them, Wes as Baby is adorable. Although I keep thinking of that scene in Dirty Dancing where he says "no one puts Baby in a corner" which is bizarre! pictures Wes dancing with Patrick Swayze ROTFLOL! Excuse my randomness... Anyway, wonderful story, great characters and beautiful writing and hope for more posts soon! Well done! hopes one day you'll unite the fab four with hilarious results -----signature----- My art- jeddibub.deviantart.com
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Phoenix_Reborn Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 10/25/05 7:39pm Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	I'm so incredibly glad to see this post. It feels just like the old ones! I absolutely loved the interactions between Wedge and the rest of the reds. I'm looking forward to the next part -----signature----- Jello Knight Fightin'Texas Aggie class of '07 A-WHOOP! Token Canadian to the Sawpuppies of 203
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Yavarice Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 10/25/05 7:56pm Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	O M G While procrastinating studying for a test I went through my old bookmarks, clicked this on a whim and.... geez you're still alive! I only remember this being a great story, I'll have to re-read it again for the new stuff hehe. -----signature----- "Ventura Nobis Consilio"
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Antilles2001 Registered: Oct '01	Date Posted: 10/28/05 10:20pm Subject: RE: A Pilot Story (OT - The Adventures of Wedge Antilles)
	Well. It's good to have you back. Even though I'm no longer a Wedge-head (Clones all the way! ), I remember how much I liked to read this fic. Very nice description of the gang relaxing whilst repressing their laughter. Wonderful work, as always, RogueLead. A tad late, but all is forgiven, ma'am. -----signature----- I have defied gods and demons. I am your shield. I am your sword. I know you. Your past; your future. This is the way the world ends. Oly Oly Oxen Free - 2007
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