Echoes of the Past (NJO, Jaina/Jag, post DW) - Love Letter Challenge Entry 02/24/04

lol. ur welcome, and ik i dnt know everything, but i do know up to like chpt 4.

 

JJOO: Oh but you are the lucky one you get big chunks at a time. Chapter 5 tomorrow for you. That's where it starts getting good. This is just a warm up JJOO this post is for you.


Wedge Antilles sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples with his forefingers, taking several deep breaths. Colonel Tycho Celchu had just briefed him on the status of Twin Suns Squadron ? namely the predicament of Jaina Solo.

Wedge was accustomed to losing pilots, not comfortable but accustomed. Jaina Solo was not lost, not yet, just missing in action with another pilot. They both had not made the jump back after taking on a Yuuzhan Vong mine. Of course, this was not something he wanted to tell his dear friends. Han and Leia Solo had lost so much already with their youngest son Anakin and Han?s best friend Chewbacca dieing on account of this war. So Wedge was determined to know the truth one way or another before contacting them.

?Tycho, I know Twin Suns will want to go, but they were scheduled to turn around and ride along with the Rebel Dream as an additional escort for the Chief of State?s trip to the Hapan Cluster. Do we have any other available support? If we don?t send Twin Suns along with the Rebel Dream, people will start suspecting something.?

?Blackmoon Squadron is escorting supply ships to the Jedi Shelter, Jacen Solo is with them,? Tycho started, but was interrupted by the beeping of Wedge?s comm.

?Whoever this is, it will have to wait,? Wedge barked into it. He motioned for Tycho to continue.

?Rogues, Wild Knights and the Aces are out on assignment,? he paused as the comm beeped again.

Wedge slammed his hand on the comm button. ?Can?t this wait, I am in the middle of something,? he shouted with more force than before.

?Sir, I am afraid it cannot,? replied the voice of a flight control officer.

?What is it??

?We have an unidentified destroyer class vessel inbound. It is not responding to hails.?

Wedge took a moment, wondering what more could happen to raise the stress level of this day.

?I am coming momentarily,? he said into the comm. He stood and looked at his friend, matching his grim expression. ?Let?s think this one through on the way.?

Tycho followed Wedge out the door, matching his step stride for stride.

?With all those squadrons out, I only have four left on planet. Two of those being Colonel Fel?s.?

?Both of them are down for repairs until tomorrow. So you are essentially saying we have two squadrons left.?

Tycho nodded in agreement. Both men were silent as they hurried through the halls toward the control room.

Wedge broke the silence. ?What about Kyp Durron? I know he doesn?t answer to our chain of command officially, but wouldn?t he go after Jaina Solo if we asked?? Wedge stopped just outside the control room to finish his thought, wanting to end this conversation before entering into the next complication in his life.

Tycho faced Wedge. ?I am sure he would in a heartbeat, sir. That is the great thing about answering to no command structure. Last thing I heard, they were protecting refugee ships running out of the Corellian Sector.?

?Alright then. Get a hold of him.? With that Wedge squared his shoulders, turned and stepped through the control room doors. He strode over to the flight control officer.

?Status, Lieutenant.?

?Still no response to our hails, sir. I have been running the ship through our database, and still no match. I?ll try again.?

?Unidentified vessel. You are entering Mon Calamari space protected by the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. Please identify yourself.?

There was silence from the communications center. Wedge looked away from the control officer to Tycho expectantly, who was standing a short distance away, composing a message to forward to Kyp Durron. The Alderaanian shrugged his shoulders.

The flight officer listened to another call coming through in his earpiece. ?Sir, General Farlander on the Mon Adapyne requests if we need assistance.?

Wedge motioned for the fl

 

i loved that last line!!! so classic, and nice post.

 

Wedge threw his hands up in disgust. ?I was already worried about answering to Han Solo about his daughter, now I have answer to Baron Soontir Fel about his son. Shoot me next time I say today can?t get any worse.?



I LOVE IT!

 

Excellent! *pout* But I wanna post for ME!!! *pout*

 

ACK! I missed so much!

First, great characterizations, especially Wedge and Jag.
Second, 100+ pages? Wow! I'm really impressed!
Third, MORE PLEASE!!

~Rogue

 

there should be more comin soon-- up to chpt 4 is beta-ed. idk the time she want to post tho so dnt hold it against me.

 

Wow! I love your story. It cracks me up. I love Wedges last line. Keep up the great work! Cant wait til the next part.
~Nicole~

 

Way good! Can't wait for more?

 

Just like the Baron--he always has to do everything with style. Your characterization was dead on (yes, I'm a big character person), and the arrival of one General Fel should complicate things just a little more...

I know Tab already quoted this, but Wedge is always in the worst positions, as evidenced by his: ?I was already worried about answering to Han Solo about his daughter, now I have answer to Baron Soontir Fel about his son. Shoot me next time I say today can?t get any worse.?

Keep up the great work!

 

this story is really really good...i'm very impressed with your writing ability...looking forward to more...

 

jainasolo2001 this one's for you


CHAPTER 3

Jaina felt herself rising to the plane of consciousness, growing more alert with every passing moment. The injuries pounding throughout her body reminded Jaina she was awake and alive. As Jaina opened her eyes slowly, a small groan escaped her lips.

Based on her past attempt at getting out of the cockpit, Jaina took a moment to organize her thoughts. She withdrew within herself, pulling on the Force from all around, using it to supply the strength she needed. Jaina felt a deep connection to the Force, one not previously there. Jaina thought back to the warmth and love she felt from Padme. She used that feeling to sink deeper still. It flowed all around, lifting her up and out of her seat. She floated out of the cockpit and methodically lowered to the ground.

Jaina could feel everything around her: the plants, the insects ? and two spots of emptiness. She could feel them approaching like blips on a tactical board, stalking her.

As Jaina?s feet touched the ground, she became aware of her surroundings. The forest stretched out in all directions, rising from the tip of her crumpled X-wing. The ship sat like an arrow in the forest, suggesting a path of escape.

So she began her ascent away from the wreckage and away from her Vong pursuers. Jaina pushed herself on for what seemed an eternity, climbing higher and higher, but in reality it was only a couple of hours. She could feel the life around her, giving her strength. She could also feel the nothingness of the two Yuuzhan Vong getting closer, but she never hesitated to look back. She only focused on the Force, letting it guide her movements and power her battered body.

He will come for you.

Jaina was not sure how long she could sustain her hold on the Force given her physical state, but she put her faith in it, in where it was taking her. Jaina became aware that the ground was leveling off, and she was now entering a flat plain covered in tall grasses. Her feet carrying her across the ground, time and space becoming a strange distortion to her senses.

?Jeedai!!? The Vong cry broke through her barriers, awaking her sense of danger.

Jaina looked behind her and could see her pursuers across the field, retracing her steps. She did not fear them. Pulling on the power of the Force, she prepared her mind and body for the battle to come.

The Sword of the Jedi. That is your destiny.

In her awareness in the Force, Jaina became conscious of another presence, far away, but coming closer. The presence flared into her heart and burned into her soul. Jag. She called to him, and he heard her. He would come. A smile slipped to her lips, but she pushed it away to focus on her attackers still approaching.

The first Yuuzhan Vong attacked hard, throwing the might of his weight at her. Jaina did not acknowledge the limitations of her battered body, so deep she was in the Force. In one swift motion Jaina avoided his initial drive and brought her violet blade to life in her hand to block the amphistaff blow aimed by the second attacker at her head.

The first warrior spun around, swinging low at her legs. Jaina leapt, twisting around her axis, over his sweeping weapon. As her feet hit the ground, Jaina allowed her momentum to carry her round, driving her lightsaber past the second warrior?s amphistaff, through his hip and up into his torso. She continued the upward cut, drawing her lightsaber up to block a high slashing blow from the remaining warrior behind her.

The strength of the blow pushed the lightsaber down into her right shoulder, weakened from the broken collarbone. As Jaina pivoted away from it, the amphistaff slashed through her thigh.

The sudden pain broke through her concentration, and Jaina stumbled back, losing her guard. The warrior confident in his own victory raised his weapon to slash it down at her, but Jaina had fallen back into the Force. She did not fear him. She just smiled at him like she knew a secret and began to

 

THis story is REALLY good! I can't wait for more.

Love NYC

 

Great post! Way to save the day Jag!

 

how do we know it was Jag that saved the day?


Good Post!

 

great postie, TKL! can't wait to see what happens!

 

that was great! il have JJ00 send the posts to em while im gone so i can be able to catch up when i get back. that is soo good!

 

GREAT POST! Jag to the rescue! Love it when he does that

Jaina Solo Fel24

 

YAY!!!

*sings*

Jaggie's coming to get YOU! Jaggie's coming to get YOU!

*sighs*

why can't I be Jaina?

please have some gooey, mushy scene where he leaps out of his clawcraft, rushes over to her side and cradles her in his arm, kissing her and....

*gets lost in day dream*

 

GOOD MORNING!

I didn?t get to post replies yesterday. I had to borrow a computer just to get up the post so I had only time to post the story. Here are responses to the posts on the 12/21 post:

JainaJag00: I like that line too. Poor Wedge.

TheBiggerFish: Another fan of that line.

jainasolo2001: Happy with your post on 12/22? You have to call them if you want them.

rogue11lovesjag: up to 150+ pages in WORD. More soon.

valdezkip: Welcome. OK so that last line is very popular. You gotta like that as a writer, huh?

Starkrusher: Thanks. Coming sooner than you think.

Xaara: You have to love the Baron if you don?t hate him already Complications will abound for sure.

Lt_Jaina_Solo: My humble thanks.

Alright you LURKERS thanks for visiting. Don?t be afraid to say hello. I lurked for a while too. No one bites I promise and the writers live for your comments.

Every else who has responded THANK YOU. Please I am interested in all types of criticism, bad or good. Tell me what works and what doesn?t, so I can make it even better. If you aren?t buying into a character let me know.

I?ll be back to respond to the 12/22 posts later.

 

I?M BACK!

FOR THE 12/22 POST:

NYCitygurl: Welcome. Thanks.

Starkrusher: Who said Jag? It could be Kyp or Jacen or any number of people.

Jedi_Liz: That?s right how do we know. Well I know and JJ00 knows. It?s our secret until Christmas Day.

jags_gurl:

Master_Jaina1011: Glad you care enough to keep up. Enjoy your break and enjoy the story. Make sure I hear comments when you get back.

JAINA_SOLO_FEL24: Jag? Jag who?

TheBiggerFish: Sometimes dreams do come true. Look under your tree on Christmas morning.

New post later today. The next two posts have some interesting character interactions. Hope you enjoy.

 

Evil, pure torture and evil *LOL* If it isn't Jag, then then.......he has to be coming from somewhere and he was mentioned in the beginning of the post...but it said he was far away Kyp??? ?

Jaina Solo Fel24

*waits for the next post* Once again, this is a great story, I'm glad I went through the fanfic section again. I have the stories I'm reading now on my Fav list and don't usually go back to the fanfic unless no one posted.

 

Who could it be? I wonder. I am going to go back and look in my story to make sure. I'll let you know later.

Posting soon. Edits are in the works.

 

This one is for JAINA_SOLO-FEL24 -

New post is away!!


Wedge Antilles strode quickly down the hall toward the secondary hangar bay, where the Chiss transport was due to land any moment. After leaving the control room, he had rushed to his quarters and changed into his dress uniform, which was more appropriate for welcoming dignitaries. His second-in-command, Tycho Celchu, was waiting for him at the entrance to the hangar. He fell into step with Wedge as he passed out of the hallway into the expanse of the bay.

?The Chief of State has been informed of the arrival of the Chiss ambassador. We are to direct General Fel to his office as soon as he arrives.?

Wedge grunted in reply, looking up to the sky, following the path of the Chiss transport.

?I suppose you will be anxious to hear news of Syal.?

Wedge nodded, never turning his gaze.

?What are you going to tell the General when he asks for Jag??

?Hopefully, we can avoid that subject in our initial conversation.?

?Not likely, the way your day has been going,? Tycho chuckled at his friend, hoping to ease the tension he sensed.

?Any word from Durron??

?Not as of yet, but it is still probably too soon to expect any.?

Both men admired the smooth skill applied to the landing of the Chiss vessel. Tycho glanced back at Wedge?s face, noting the tension in it, betrayed by the taught muscles around his jaw. This man, who blew up the Death Star, was experiencing a case of the nerves. Tycho put a hand on his friend?s shoulder.

?It?ll be fine.?

Wedge turned to face his friend, compelling a confidence into his words he did not feel. ?Thanks. I am sure it will.?

Both men turned to watch the ramp lower and touch the ground. General Baron Soontir Fel marched down the ramp like a true Imperial. He was dressed in black from head to toe, accented by the blood red stripes running along his pant leg and a plethora of medals on his chest.

General Fel crossed the floor with a determined stride, marred only by the subtle limp he could not hide, and stopped in front of Wedge Antilles. He stood up ramrod straight and offered General Antilles a curt salute. Not to be outdone, Wedge snapped an equally formal salute in return.

?Welcome to Mon Calamari, General Fel.?

?Thank you, General Antilles.?

?I hope this bodes well for relations between the Galactic Alliance and the Chiss. Any support from your Council is and will be welcomed enthusiastically. The Chief of State is eager to meet with you. Do you have any needs before I escort you there??

?No we have none.? Soontir Fel grinned at Wedge, the patch over his eye giving it a wicked air. Wedge paused, uncertain how to take the look. Soontir Fel broke the moment of silence. ?You look well Wedge. Time has been good to you.?

Wedge took the informal address as a sign that the Baron was stepping outside the boundaries of formality for a moment. Grabbing the opportunity, he replied, ?Thank you. You look good as well,? sidestepping the issue of the Baron?s obvious injuries. ?May I inquire how my sister has been??

Wedge did not think it possible, but Soontir?s grin now consumed his whole face.

?Why don?t you ask her yourself??

Wedge stared at the Baron in disbelief before turning his eyes to the ramp of the Chiss vessel. Standing at the top was one of the most beautiful sights Wedge Antilles had ever seen ? Syal Fel, his sister.

As soon as their eyes met, Syal began her descent down the ramp. Her footsteps were swift, but she still traveled with the grace of a holodrama star. Wedge had not moved from the spot where he stood dumbfounded. Before he knew it, Syal had wrapped him in a warm embrace that Wedge returned with the same enthusiasm.

?Oh how I missed you,? she whispered to him. After a minute, Wedge broke the embrace and stepped back from his sister. She wiped at the tears brimming in her eyes. Wedge was fighting back his own, so he compelled himself to study her face. She still was as beautiful as ever, her hair a little grayer and her

 

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oops the computer went haywire and posted it twice!!