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  1. Goddess_Jaya Jedi Master

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    Hey there Xaara! I saw this over on ff.net and I had to check out what else you had over here since I just finished the Wraith Squadron series. This is shaping out really great! Wes?s last sentence in the message to the council was classic (if only he?d sent it that way!) and I loved Wedge?s last statement. Great job!
  2. Xaara Jedi Master

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    Thanks, Goddess_Jaya. I'm working on another post--it may be up, in its edited and more or less beta read state, today or tomorrow. Isn't Wes great? I love him; in fact, I'm sort of piddling around on a Wes vignette right now...you never know, it could make it here someday! :)
  3. Xaara Jedi Master

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    Jax was a sort of little brother to her, and Alahna loved him as one. His curiosity, coupled with an innate ability to get into trouble, endeared him to her, and she looked out for his well-being before her own. Which was why, after a long lecture about not associating with Rebellion pilots who attracted danger like a magnet attracted iron, she had forgiven him. He had promised not to go near the X-wings again, yes, even if it was a Rebellion-controlled world, and she had been content to trust his word. Then she had left him, gone to scrounge up something to eat, returned, and had found him gone. Her first reaction had been worry, then, as she assessed his possible destinations, anger. In fact, she was still angry as she strode into the hangar, her eyes ablaze.

    At first glance, Alahna did not see Jax, and she looked for one of the pilots she had seen the day before to show her where her co-pilot was hiding. Although the hangar was mostly deserted, she caught a glimpse of a group of important-looking men, a sight that would normally have sent her retracing her steps as quickly and quietly as possible. Too incensed to follow her normal routine, however, she opted instead to keep as many ships as possible between her and the group.

    The X-wings were silent; no mechanics worked in that part of the landing bay. Alahna was about to turn and leave, sufficiently satisfied that Jax had not come to the hangar, when she spotted a vaguely familiar man working busily on top of one of the snubfighters. Though, at a glance, he could pass for a mechanic, he did not have the same ease with tools and parts that pointed to a true member of the spaceport staff. Walking toward the craft, she shouted a greeting to the dark-haired pilot.

    "Hey, you on the X-wing!"

    He turned, glared at her, and made frantic hushing motions with his free hand, all the while watching the cluster of officials on the opposite side of the hangar. Confused, she called him again, this time a bit more quietly.

    "Have you seen Jax, my co-pilot? He's the kid who was around here yesterday."

    The man shook his head quickly and returned to his work. Alahna felt her irritation rising again. What's his problem? He acts like some sort of criminal, hiding? her eyes widened at the thought ?in broad daylight. Replaying the entire scene in the hangar, Alahna put the evidence together and could come up with only one conclusion: the man was wanted for something, probably for being part of the Rebellion, and the other men walking lazily around the hangar would recognize him if given the chance. Great, Alahna, she mentally chided herself. What have you walked into now?

    She clamped her mouth shut and walked toward the entrance with studied nonchalance, intending to eavesdrop on the Imperial conversation and see if her first assessment of the situation had indeed been correct.

    "My apologies for the interruption of your work," came the honeyed voice of one of the men, probably ex-military, judging from his posture. He paused for effect before continuing. "I thank you for the tour of your spaceport."

    "Not at all," responded another man who, Alahna decided, must be the spaceport controller. "I was most obliged to show you our humble establishment. Please, come again any time."

    She winced at the hostility beneath his words. Sounds like somebody's not too happy.

    "I wish you a profitable day, Mr. Tyrrell."

    Mr. Tyrrell inclined his head in a forced gesture of courtesy. "Thank you." There followed an awkward silence, punctuated by the spaceport official's, "Ah, here is your hovertaxi, Colonel. I wish you a good day."

    More sounds, of an opening and closing door and repuslorlifts growing more and more distant, and Mr. Tyrrell re-entered the hangar, his face clearly betraying the indignation and revulsion he felt. Alahna heard something that sounded like "Those sithspawned Imps, always knowing how to run my spaceport? before he retreated into his office and slammed the manually operating
  4. Flyboy_7 Jedi Youngling

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    The last line was a good wrap-up for the post, sis. Unlike your other stories, I don't actually know what's going to happen with this one, so I can't wait to see the next post! :D
  5. Xaara Jedi Master

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    :D Hi, Flyboy! Yes, this is the one secret I'm keeping from you--it's strictly between myself and my hard drive. ;) Glad you like, lil' bro!
  6. Admiral_Lelila Jedi Padawan

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  7. Xaara Jedi Master

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    Thanks, Admiral_Lelila. :) I've had a tendency to neglect this fic--I'll probably be able to post here more often when I've finished "I Know." Until then, updates whenever I can scrounge three solid hours of computer time... ;)
  8. Xaara Jedi Master

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    Chapter Two

    The library stood near the center of Brala. Though less massive than the buildings surrounding it?the offices of government officials?the structure somehow managed to look both imposing and welcoming at once. Jax managed a slight smile and re-checked the map he held in his hand. The green dot that marked his location and the red star indicating the library merged as he climbed a set of stairs and brushed through double doors that opened soundlessly at his approach. Waiting for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust, Jax scanned the area for any familiar faces. None appeared, and he checked his blaster, holster, and vibroblade at the security station before sauntering into the entrance hall.

    To his left, a droid whirred softly as it rolled up an aisle of books, its eye-like cams halting its movement when they detected a volume out of place. As Jax watched, the droid extended a gripping arm and deftly removed a large, black hardback from its shelf, transferring it to the right three or four places and substituting it for another volume.

    Across the stone floor, a sentient of a species Jax didn't recognize carried on a quiet conversation with a male bothan Jax had immediately tagged as the local librarian. Jax's eyes searched the lofty hall for the familiar sign indicating a searchable database. To his mild chagrin, there was none in evidence, and he moved toward the information counter, intending to ask where the research base could be found.

    "Are you looking for something?"

    Jax turned abruptly, seeking the source of the gentle female voice. A human woman stood behind him, several datacards in one hand and a large manuscript in the other. He glanced down at her namecard.

    "Actually, I could use some help...Nascha. I'm trying to find a galactic database. I need to do some?research."

    She smiled softly, her eyes crinkling a bit at the corners. "Come on, I'll take you there. I have to drop off these datacards anyway."

    The way she glided away let Jax know that she expected him to follow her; even so, he had to jog a few steps before he caught up.

    "Do you have any particular topic in mind?" Nascha asked. Though her head faced in the direction she walked, her eyes shifted toward him until Jax was uncomfortably aware of her scrutiny. Her teeth flashed again, this time in a cheerful grin. "Or do you just want to see how much the bounty on you has gone up since the last time you checked?"

    Jax stiffened as what she had just said penetrated his consciousness, but he continued walking, trying to maintain his composure. "What makes you think I have a bounty on me?"

    Laughing lightly, Nascha rotated her head to regard him. "You're all the same, you flyboy types. Living life in the fast lane, bragging to each other about how quick you've made the Kessel Run or how many Imp patrol ships you've evaded. And then when someone recognizes you, you act shocked that he or she could put two and two together and come out with four."

    Jax couldn't help smiling. "And I suppose you're one of these mathematical geniuses?"

    "A genius, no. A particularly intuitive person, no. Someone who can read the combination of your swagger, accent, and evident discomfort without the blaster you checked at the door, yes. Actually, we don't see many of your type in here." She stopped walking and turned to face him.

    Finding, to his surprise, that he took no offense at her words, Jax found himself watching her, wondering what she would say next.

    "So," she began conversationally. "Do you like reading?"

    He shrugged, jamming his hands into his pockets and directing his gaze at the floor. "Don't really get a chance to read much. I don't have much downtime."

    Nascha snorted and shifted her load to flip a tawny lock of hair over one ear. "No downtime," she echoed, amused. "And you didn't answer my question."

    Again, Jax shrugged uncomfortably. "I've never read any of what you'd call literature?just the credit novels I can pick up at spaceports and cheap bookstores. I've got a bunc
  9. Flyboy_7 Jedi Youngling

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    Great post, sis! Do you ever think what life would be like if we had shelving droids and similar databases in our libraries?
  10. Xaara Jedi Master

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    Can't you tell I've worked in libraries my entire life, Flyboy? ;) Well, of course, you know I've worked in libraries my entire life, but anyway...

    A shelving droid would be awesome--shelving is the most deadly dull job--but I love helping the people who wander in...oh well. Such is the lot of the library volunteer/circulation specialist/helper/handy[wo]man. :) Thank you!
  11. Admiral_Lelila Jedi Padawan

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  12. Xaara Jedi Master

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    Thank you, Lelila. More up this weekend, hopefully. :)
  13. CptCorranHorn Jedi Master

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    really great story. can't wait for more
  14. Guinastasia Jedi Master

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    I only found this recently-great job!

    Hope for more soon! LOVE the Wraiths-especially Face and Ton!
  15. Xaara Jedi Master

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    Thanks, CptCorranHorn! I'm glad you like it so far.

    Here you go, Guinastasia. (And yes, Face and Ton are the best duo ever.)

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    Jax noted absently that Nascha used her security key combined with a retinal scan to gain access to the back room. She made a discreet beckoning gesture and Jax followed her in, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness and artificial lighting. He squinted down at the simple square tiles beneath his feet and waited for his vision to clear, listening to Nascha rummage through a pile of something somewhere in front of him.

    The room smelled musty and damp and triggered Jax's memories of the basement in his childhood home on Taanab. Soon, he could make out a stack of books so old they had been printed on paper which was now degenerating. The wall was covered with bookshelves which reached the low ceiling. About two meters straight into the room, Nascha was sifting through a pile of datacards, raising a little could of dust in her efforts. I guess the cleaning droid doesn't come here often, he thought dryly.

    "Here it is," she said finally, raising a small datacard indistinguishable from the rest. She held it out to him.

    Jax wrinkled his forehead in confusion. "What's this?"

    "Just read it." Nodding toward the datacard with her chin, the librarian turned and began to re-organize the box behind her.

    The Art of Rebellion

    by Sirri Davreo

    Jax nearly laughed out loud. "Not very subtle, are you?"

    The wry lift to Nascha's mouth indicated her agreement with his assessment. "Never have been. That's why I deal with facts, not art."

    Grinning, Jax moved closer. "Really. Then why are you a Rebellion and New Republic sympathizer if you deal with facts? It certainly didn't look like they were going to win in the beginning."

    She shook her head and closed the box. "No, they weren't going to win in the beginning. And by all rights they shouldn't have won." Shrugging, she lifted the case and set in on a nearby shelf. "But they did."

    Jax had a feeling he was pressing on dangerous territory, but her persisted despite his misgivings. "Then why did you support their cause?"

    She looked up for the first time, meeting his eyes. "I supported them because they were doing the right thing. They were doing what was right and just for the galaxy and I decided that I'd rather be killed than help the Imps." She shrugged again. "So I sided with the Rebels. Not too difficult of a decision, really."

    Then she faced away from him again, and Jax took a long moment to prepare the words he needed to speak. "I agree," he said at last. "I agree that the New Republic is a worthy cause." He gestured vaguely at the rest of the Galaxy. "All that out there is worth fighting for, but I'm not in any position to make a difference. My work involves staying out of trouble and keeping away from things that might get me killed and so far I haven't done a very good job on either of those counts. I don't need to go looking for trouble."

    "I understand," said Nascha, her resigned tone suggesting that she actually did. "It's just that you mercenary types would be such a great addition to a star fleet. Imagine what a couple of flyboys like you could do with starfighters."

    "Kind of assuming a lot there, aren't you?" Hoth'll melt before I'd join the military.

    "Am I? I've seen the way some of you can make a freighter dance. But I suppose Hoth will melt before the day you settle down with any kind of formal organization."

    Jax stopped smiling abruptly. I just thought that. "What makes you say that?" he asked.

    "Call it woman's intuition. Let me guess, that's what you were just thinking, right?"

    Jax's mind raced. But she knows what I'm thinking, or at least she knew a little of what I was thinking so does that mean she's telepathic and if she is what is she doing here is she even a Rebel at all or was this just a big
  16. Xaara Jedi Master

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  17. Risste Jedi Youngling

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    Sweet story. Can't wait to read more...
  18. Guinastasia Jedi Master

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    Ooh, good job!

    BTW, I run the Face and Phanan Appreciation Society in the EUCommunity, if anyone is interested.

  19. Xaara Jedi Master

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    Thanks, Risste. More up ASAP (although with me, you never know how long that might be...) :p

    Guinastasia: Thank you! In fact, I'm heading over to the Face/Ton thread right now--thanks for the tip.
  20. Admiral_Lelila Jedi Padawan

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    Excellent post.

    ~Lelila~
  21. Xaara Jedi Master

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    Thanks, Lelila. I'm having fun with this one. (Oh, and Face/Ton scene coming up in the next few posts. Just thought I'd let you know. [face_devil] )


    The crackle of Alahna's comm set woke her and she sat up abruptly to take the call. Unsurprisingly, her caller identification program gave her a ninety-seven percent probability that Commander Antilles' voice would be the one coming over the general communications frequency and she sat up and blinked the sleep from her eyes before activating the comm.

    "Captain, Mynock."

    "Sellitna calling. When can we expect to leave?" Although phrased as a question, the tone Wedge used suggested the words were really more of a warning.

    Suppressing her initial amused response to his ridiculous alias, Alahna shrugged, although she knew he could not see her. "When Jax gets back, we'll be ready to go within ten minutes," she said. "He told me he'd be here in half an hour."

    "Good. Half of us are taking off now to scout the area for possible hostile parties. The other half will leave with you." Again, Alahna almost laughed. Why don't you just tell me you don't trust me?

    "Although I know this won't make you change your mind, I assure you I have no intention of shooting any of you down. If you'd like, I could just power down my weapons."

    "That will not be necessary, Miss Vahr," said Wedge crisply. "We are more or less sure of your good intent; however, we cannot take risks."

    "It's Alahna. And I'm fine with your way of ensuring my 'good intent,' as long as none of your pilots get too trigger-happy." She prodded cautiously, seeing how far she could go before he realized she was asking for what was probably confidential information. As she suspected, he caught on quickly and cut the conversation short.

    "We will be awaiting your departure."

    "Sure," she said, her voice betraying none of the triumph she felt as she clicked the comm to off. It doesn't look like they're in Intel, or they'd be a lot less free with information, she mused. And they don't all look like pilots. They have a Gamorrean with them, and some other obviously sentient species I don't recognize, and a man who's almost too tall to be a pilot. And the way they all work together, and never say 'I'?it's always 'we'?not like any other fighter squadron I've ever seen. Her forehead creased in concentration while she worked out the combination of evidence. They also look like they haven't been together a long time. On the other hand Wedge Antilles is their squadron leader. That points to their being a pretty elite group of people. Her mind persisted in running in circles with contradictory facts. Oh, the sith with it!

    She gave up trying to puzzle over the scraps of information and instead stood to give the Mynock a quick once-over before Jax returned with his new friend. Now was not the time to engage in taxing mental activity; she had to be fully alert and watchful. Often, there was only one chance to make a clean escape, and she was not willing to delay her departure a moment longer than necessary.

    Automatically, her eyes scanned the diagnostics boards, noting that the topside quad lasers were displaying their normal power flux. I'm going to have to get that fixed one of these days. Though she tried to keep her mind on the task before her, Alahna could not help wondering what had possessed her to join the Rebels at all. No obvious reason presented itself, and she tried to close the train of thought before it reached its conclusion; somehow, subconsciously, unwilling to follow through on her hypotheses. Nonetheless, a theory accosted her and she could not shut it off despite repeated efforts to do so. This is because of Hilaire and Zamir, isn't it?

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    When Wedge climbed out of his X-wing, Wes stood at the bottom of the ladder, waiting for him. "I need to talk to you," he said.

    "Oh," Wedge said exasperatedly. "Can it wait until I climb out o/>
  22. Admiral_Lelila Jedi Padawan

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    LOL
    ""Sellitna"

    Great story.

    ~Lelila~
  23. Xaara Jedi Master

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    :D Yeah, something like Face's "Lieutenant Narol" in Wraith Squadron--an easy way to think up an alternate name in a hurry. Thanks!
  24. TKeira_Lea Jedi Knight

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    Hey Xaara- I have been catching up on stories by some of the people reading mine. This is great so far. It is neat to see someone do something other than J/J or J/K or A/P. These are some great characters to work with. As I have been writing I devour all these other books I had never read before like the Rogue and Wraith series. What a neat set of characters! Keep up the good work :D. I will keep up on this story for sure.
  25. Guinastasia Jedi Master

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    Ooh good one! Hehehe, Wes!

    BTW, when are you going to pop into the Face and Phanan club, peeps?
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