Have you ever wondered what happened to the X-wing that Luke left at Bespin after his confrontation with daddy? No? Well, neither had I, until I found myself in a sauna at a party and for some (insane? drunken? overheated?) reason the subject was brought up and discussed in depth for approximately two minutes. As far as I can remember, no certain conclusions were reached from this discussion. Anyway, the question kept bugging me so in the end I decided to write the poor starfighter's story myself. And here it is, in all its glory; the fate of a forgotten hero, as told by the X-wing itself. The plan is to update once a week. Hope you like it. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own the X-wing, Luke or any of the other Star Wars characters that are mentioned in the fic. I'm just borrowing them for a while. ========== Chapter 1 DAGOBAH Crashlanded in swamp. Great. Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse: splash! And I though being stuck on a bloody ice planet for half a year was bad. I wonder if he has any idea of how much that landing hurt? Probably not, he didn't even apologise. He just grabbed his stuff and left me lying here, hurt and soaking wet. To top it all off, I think I'm stuck in this slime hole. What the heck are we doing here anyway? Visiting relatives? *** Yep. I'm stuck alright. This mud is really going to mess up my generators. *** Still stuck in swamp. *** Still stuck. Tried talking to a weird creature who landed on my starboard wing. Instead of answering, it tried to eat my landing lights. Just what I needed. Gave it a good zap with a loose wire. Felt good. *** Still stuck in swamp. *** Still stuck in swamp. *** Yep, still stuck. Haven't seen my pilot or the R2-unit for days. They probably left me for dead. Well, I'm as good as dead anyway. Maybe I should just let go and sink down into the slime... speed things up a bit. I mean, there are far worse ways to go, right? Imagine being blown to space junk by a Star Destroyer; that's bound to hurt like a <INCOM AUTO CENSORING ACTIVATED>. Although, with my kind of luck and the utter incompetence of my so called pilot, I'm bound to end my days crashing into an asteroid or colliding with a tree. No, it's better this way. Farewell, cruel galaxy! *** Just my luck. A frog turned up and jerked me back up just as I was about to sink below the surface. Did my poor excuse for a pilot try to save me? Of course not. He just sat there on a rock with his mouth open, staring at the frog. Anyway, looks like we're about to leave this place. Thank Incom. That little frog is really starting to freak me out. Asked the R2-unit if he knew where we were heading, but he just threw some random insults at me, as usual. If you ask me, he's been around humans too long. Zapped him. *** Oh my <INCOM AUTO CENSORING ACTIVATED> flap! A snake! A bloody snake just crawled up my engine exhaust! Man, that was freaking scary. If my pilot isn't ready to get me out of here in 10 minutes, I can't be responsible for my actions. And if he thinks that pulling that snake out of my engine somehow makes up for everything he's done to me, he's wrong. Anyway, decided against messing with the flight controls again. The sooner we leave this mud hole of a planet, the better.