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Beyond - Legends X-Wing: Rise of a Rogue - Revised Edition - Complete 2/22 (Rogues, Wraiths, OCs)

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  1. JediMara77

    JediMara77 Force Ghost star 4

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    Oooh, it's coming to an end! Can't wait to see how everything works out!


    Loved Mirax and Face. But then again I love Face in everything.
     
  2. Hazel

    Hazel Jedi Master star 4

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    Wes has a fragile ego? :confused:

    Looking forward to seeing how this adventure ends.
     
  3. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    Nanci - Well, at least the first part of this installment is ending, anyways. There's still another 120 or so pages more to go :D

    And yes, Mirax and Face are quite awesome.

    Hazel - Whoops, I thought I'd edited that out in a previous draft. Fixed now!
     
  4. Darth McClain

    Darth McClain Manager Emeritus star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Very cool, Lane! I just got caught up with what's posted here so far, and I've really enjoyed it! Good work!

    Is this the same version that's posted over at the Nest?
     
  5. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    DMC - Thanks! I do promise, my writing does get better. I can't believe I wrote this almost six years ago. Yikes, the prose leaves a ton to be desired.

    ~*~

    Chapter Twenty - 425

    Inyri handed Darvix the macrobinoculars she was looking through. Placing his eyes up to it, he began to scan the area they were supposed to enter. So far, their entrance looked clear. As promised there appeared to be no surveillance or guard units covering their way in. With any luck they would be able to get inside without too much of a fuss. Once in it was a simple matter of slicing through a half-dozen Imperial firewalls, accessing the security infrastructure, triggering an alarm code, and then bailing out before he was shot to death.

    This wasn?t exactly what I signed up for when I enrolled at the Academy, Darvix mused to himself.

    The Rogues had split in to two separate groups. The first group was headed up by Face Loran. Their orders were to standby and prepare for the alarm signal. At that point they would do whatever they could to create the chaos needed to steal the Phantom starfighters. Darvix?s group was providing escort and cover while he worked his way into the Imperial network. Provided that nothing had gone awry in the last few days, the operation was scheduled to begin in just moments.

    Darvix heard the click as Inyri inserted a fresh pack into her service blaster. He didn?t even bother bringing one. In closed quarters combat, he wouldn?t be able to tell whom he was shooting at. His cybernetic eyes couldn?t provide enough detail in confined quarters to distinguish friend from foe. If he were to pull out a blaster and begin firing, chances were good someone would get hurt. The last thing he wanted to do was blast one of his fellow Rogues by mistake.

    ?Time to get going,? Inyri said quietly.

    Darvix checked the Vibrblade strapped to his back one last time, ensuring that it was secured. At least he wouldn?t be completely defenseless if something went wrong. Letting out a heavy breath, he stood and began his trek to the ventilation shaft that would allow them to enter the facility, and hopefully put an end to the Phantom project before it could do any further damage to the New Republic.

    ***

    Wedge tugged at the shirt cuff of the technician?s uniform that Face had provided him. Here I thought that our dress uniforms felt awful.

    ?Identification,? A security guard at the durasteel door said bluntly.

    Face ran his identification card through the scanner, an affirmative beep letting him know that he had cleared security. That was an encouraging sign. Wedge hoped that the rest of their forged identicards would make it through the Impnet security system. If any one of them were rejected, they were all in serious trouble. Wedge wasn?t in much of a mood for a firefight this morning.

    With Wedge were Ace, Wes, and Tycho. If any of them were nervous, they weren?t betraying that emotion. Cautiously, Wedge ran his identicard through the scanner and held his breath for what seemed like an eternity. The scanner gave the same affirmative beep, clearing him to enter the production facility. The others followed closely behind, clearing their own security checks successfully. Wedge allowed himself to relax slightly. One enormous hurdle had been cleared.

    Face dropped back and into step with Wedge, whispering quietly. ?I?ve left a cache of hand blasters and power packs in a panel next to the hanger entrance. The security holocams should be playing a loop I programmed in a few weeks ago, so don?t worry about tripping an alarm.?

    Wedge nodded and approached the durasteel door that would allow them access into the hanger. After a quick glance to ensure no one was walking towards them, he kneeled over a loose panel by the door and pried it open, pulling out a box. Wedge quickly opened it and handed a holdout blaster and spare pack to each member of his team. He replaced the panel and nodded to Face.

    The door in front of them hissed open, and the Rogues stepped in. Wedge suddenly stopped dead in his tracks
     
  6. Darth McClain

    Darth McClain Manager Emeritus star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    [face_laugh]

    Code-425? I love it! Land mammals with spears! Watch out! :p
     
  7. JediMara77

    JediMara77 Force Ghost star 4

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    The first group was headed up by Face Loran.

    Can I be in THAT group? ;)


    Darvix looked to Cheriss for a moment, ?Uh?Didn?t you get the message, it?s ah?costume day.?

    ?I?m calling security,? the technician said, turning on his heels,only to have a blaster bolt put into his back by Cheriss a moment later.

    ?Couldn?t have done that sooner?? Darvix asked.

    Cheriss shrugged. ?It?s fun to see you squirm.?


    LOL times two!


    The second stormtrooper picked up his datapad, cycling through information ?Code-425?Let?s see, tribe of indigenous land mammals loose and armed with spears and other blunt objects.?

    LMAO!!!


    Wes grinned, ?Land mammals with blunt weapons? I like this.?

    You would, Wes. You would!


    ?Kriff!? Wes shouted, ?They?ve got stone spears!?

    HA! That is an awesome line!


    ?By that,? Corran said, flicking his lightsaber on, ?I meant choose anything ?feasible-! How the hell are Ewoks or whatever the hell they are supposed to get on this planet anyways!??

    ?I don?t know!? Darvix said, ?Maybe they flew themselves!?


    He's got a point, Corran. ;)


    Can't wait to see what happens! I can't believe you wrote this when you were 16!
     
  8. Hazel

    Hazel Jedi Master star 4

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    "Code-425???Tribe of land mammals loose, armed with blunt weapons,?

    [face_laugh] [face_laugh] [face_laugh] [face_laugh]

    Well, they are land mammals...
     
  9. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    DMC Beware the land mammals weilding blunt objects!

    Nanci

    The first group was headed up by Face Loran.

    Can I be in THAT group?


    I'll be sure to tell Luke you're not having fangirl flings with other characters :p

    They banter so well, Cheriss and Dap :D

    Wes grinned, ?Land mammals with blunt weapons? I like this.?

    You would, Wes. You would!


    Wes was likely separated from his Ewok brethren at birth.

    I can't believe you wrote this when you were 16!

    [face_blush]

    Aww, thank you! Keep in mind, this is a heavily edited version of what I wrote back then. It's been cleaned up grammatically and the narrative has been fleshed out in parts, but the overall plot hasn't changed.

    Hazel Land mammals. Fear them :D



    Slight change of plans. I'm not sure if I'm going to be around tomorrow, so you're getting both this chapter and the final chapter of the first act today. This post will contain chapter 21, the post immediately after it will be chapter 22.

    Thanks for reading and reviewing, everyone. It's been fun to go back and revise this old story. If this turns out to be a popular draw, I might just go back and do the same thing with Rise of a Rogue's sequel fic too :)

    ~*~

    Chapter 21 - Escape

    "All but one of the Phantom Fighters have been transferred to the Ender," Captain Naolin said to the holonet image of Moff Celia. "My technicians have just informed me that the ion engines on the final starfighter have just become operational. As soon as our pilot arrives, we will make the transfer."

    The aging, rotund Moff nodded. "Very good, Captain. How long until the squadron is fully operational and mission ready?"

    "Two weeks at most. By the time I return to the rest of the fleet, the Phantoms will be ready for their first deployment."

    "I will take your word on that," Celia said. "As soon as you're out of the system I'll dispatch a pair of Dreadnaughts. I am placing Telos under a blockade so we can catch our Rebel spies."

    "Yes, sir."

    With that, the image of Moff Celia disappeared, leaving Naolin alone in his quarters. Against all odds, he had managed to get the Phantom Fighters off world before the Rebels could get their hands on them. What's more, they would finally be able to catch Rogue Squadron, the longtime thorn in the side of the Empire. The blow that would deal to Rebel morale couldn't be measured.

    A red indicator light came to life on his desk. Naolin keyed a button, "Yes?"

    "Sir," came a voice over his comlink, "There is a Code-425 in the production hanger!"

    "A 425?" Naolin asked, shaking his head in confusion.

    "Yes, sir."

    "What the hell is a Code-425?"

    There was a pause on the comlink. "It's uh... It's a tribe of indigenous land mammals loose in the production facility, sir."

    "You have to be joking," Naolin said. "What do you mean indigenous land mammals?"

    "I don't have specifics, sir. All I've heard is that they're armed with blunt weaponry. What should we do?"

    Naolin paused a moment to gauge the absurdity of the comlink call. With a shrug, he responded. "Send a Stormtrooper garrison in, I suppose."

    "Yes, sir."

    ***

    Darvix broke into a sprint, heading towards the terminal in the rear of the hanger. As soon as he got there, he plugged his datapad into the terminal's input slot. He muttered quietly to himself as the datapad began to execute a pre-programmed routine, slicing into the terminal in an attempt to give him access to the hanger doors. After what seemed like an eternity, the datapad gave an affirmative beep. He was in.

    It was then that all hell broke loose. Darvix felt the heat of blaster fire behind him, causing him to spin around. At the entrance opposite of the other Rogues, the outline of Stormtroopers began to file in, blasters firing in a wild, almost random manner. Caught in between the Rogues and the Stormtroopers was Cheriss, who quickly ducked under a series of red bolts.

    "Cheriss get over here!" Darvix yelled at the other pilot.

    While on her knees she leveled her service blaster and snapped off a serie
     
  10. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    As a reminder, on Monday the dramatis personae and first chapter of Act II will go up :)

    ~*~

    Chapter 22 ? The Call of Duty

    Wedge ducked behind a service cart he had tipped over, avoiding the fire from the Stormtroopers that had just entered the large hanger. He really wasn't surprised that they had shown up, but it didn't stop the anger and frustration that came to him. They had been too late in stopping the transfer of most of the Phantom TIEs, and now they were pinned down and facing certain death.

    Rising up slightly, he leveled his blaster and pulled the trigger twice. The red blasts surged into an armor-clad stormtrooper in the chest, causing him to fall back into his companions. Wedge caught a glance of Darvix, half way between the Rogues and the stormtroopers. Frustration was showing in the young pilot's face as he tried to slice open the hanger bay doors. Wedge felt pangs of anger rising up inside him. Even if the commando team had made it, they wouldn't have brought with them a more experienced slicer. Despite the importance of this mission, Cracken apparently felt that it wasn't worth wasting his own resources on. Better to send a young, green pilot to his death than one of his own precious slicers.

    "I don't get paid enough to do this!" Wes yelled from beside Wedge.

    Wedge fired back at the oncoming Stormtroopers again. "That reminds me. When was the last time any of us got hazard pay?"

    "We never get hazard pay!" Wes replied.

    A loud hiss and whine filled the hanger. Wedge looked and saw that the doors were slowly sliding open. The kid had done it. Quickly, he signaled to Tycho, telling him to prepare to run to the Phantom. He was the logical choice, before defecting to the Rebel Alliance, Tycho had been a member of the Imperial Navy. His experience behind the controls of a TIE Fighter would be valuable in getting the Phantom back to Coruscaunt for examination.

    Wedge stood up from behind the service cart once more and spotted a Stormtrooper raising up his blaster rifle. He quickly fired off a shot at the stormtrooper, hitting him square between the eye. As the wounded Stormtrooper fell back, a blast rang out from his blaster rifle, soaring towards the high hanger ceiling. Wedge's gut told him that something very, very bad was about to happen.

    The stray bolt struck a transformer overhead, igniting a nearby coolant line. A loud whine of stressed metal echoed through the hanger as a pillar and support beams came crashing to the ground below.

    "Everyone back!" Wedge yelled.

    The Rogues responded quickly, moving away from their positions and towards the wall behind them. The metal hit the duracreet floor hard, causing the room around them to tremor violently. Wedge looked around, and saw that the fallen structuring had trapped them, preventing any of them from getting to the starfighters.

    Wedge thumbed on his comlink "Dap, we're trapped here. Corran's going to cut us out, but we've got to get that Phantom out of here!"

    "Acknowledged, boss," came Darvix's voice over the comlink. "I'm going to make a run for that Gunboat and give Cheriss some cover out of here. If we're lucky we'll get out of Telos in one piece."

    "Go for it, Dap," Wedge said. "I ?will- see you two back home, and that's an order."

    "Read you loud and clear, Wedge," Darvix replied. "Eleven out."

    Wedge tried to suppress the pit forming in his stomach. He was asking his two youngest, most inexperienced pilots to do the most dangerous task of this mission. There was probably an Imperial convoy overhead Telos, waiting for that last Phantom. As soon as they caught wind of the fact the Rogues were in the process of stealing their prized toy, Darvix and Cheriss would be in a great deal of trouble. Wedge knew that they were both gifted pilots, but they were as good as space debris if they were to become outnumbered.

    ***

    "Go for it, Dap," Wedge said. "I ?will- see you two back home, and that's an order."

    "Read you loud and clear, Wedge," Darvix replied. "Eleven out."

    Darvix flicked off his comlink and looked at Cheriss. This was officially
     
  11. Hazel

    Hazel Jedi Master star 4

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    :eek:

    What happened?


    That was awesome! I'm looking forward to Act II.


    =D=
     
  12. JediMara77

    JediMara77 Force Ghost star 4

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    I don't want to hear any grief from you ever about cliffhangers, you got that?!

    Can't wait to read the next part!
     
  13. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    Hazel - Glad you enjoyed! Act II up today and things start getting a bit darker.

    Nanci - Yeaaaah, I sort of pulled a bit of a jerk move with that ending, didn't I? :D
     
  14. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    X-Wing: Rise of a Rogue - Act II

    Dramatis Personae

    The Rogues

    General Wedge Antilles (Human Male from Corellia)(Commanding Officer, Rogue Leader)
    Colonel Tycho Celchu (Human Male from Alderaan) (Executive Officer, Rogue One)
    Major Wes Janson (Human Male from Tanaab)(Rogue Two)
    Major Derek ?Hobbie? Klivian (Human Male from Ralltiir)(Rogue Three)
    Major Lane ?Ace? Azzameen (Human Male from Azzameen Station)(Rogue Five)
    Captain Corran Horn (Human Male from Corellia)(Rogue Nine)
    Captain Gavin Darklighter (Human Male from Tatooine)(Rogue Six)
    Captain Pash Cracken (Human Male from Contruum)(Rogue Ten)
    Lieutenant Myn Donos (Human Male from Corellia)(Rogue Seven)
    Lieutenant Inyri Forge (Human Female from Kessel)(Rogue Eight)
    Lieutenant Cheriss ke Hanadi (Human Female from Adumar)(Rogue Four)
    Lieutenant Darvix ?Dap? Zorvan (Human Male from Nar Shadaa)(Rogue Eleven)

    Rogue Squadron Support Personnel

    Major Lysa Chanaan (Strategist and Quartermaster, Human Female from Zorbia II)
    Gate (Wedge?s R5 unit)
    Whistler (Corran?s R2 unit)
    Zone (Darvix?s R2 unit)

    New Republic Military and Intelligence

    Admiral Ackbar (Mon Calamari male from Mon Calamari)
    General Airen Cracken (Human Male from Contruum)
    Iella Wessiri (Human Female from Corellia)
    Garik ?Face? Loran (Human Male from Pantolomin)
    Kell Tainer (Human Male from Sluis Van)
    Tyria Sarkin-Tainer (Human Female from Toprawa)

    Crew of the Pulsar Skate

    Mirax Terrik Horn (Human Female from Corellia)

    Crew of the Corellian Star

    Trrax Cynedres (Human Male from Corellia)

    Imperial Forces

    Moff Jeris Celia (Human Male from Euceron)
    Captain Reyov Naolin (Human Male from Aargau)
     
  15. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    Chapter One
    Vacuum


    Darvix pulled back on his flightsticks hard, gritting his teeth as his Gunboat flew between Cheriss and the squint. A brief moment after cutting between the two ships, he felt his snubfighter shake violently, pinning him into the flightseatseat. He had been hit, and by the feeling of the sudden gee-forces, his inertial compensator must have been fried. As he spun wildly away from the squint that had hit him, he briefly glimpsed Cheriss? Phanton TIE disappear into the safe confines of hyperspace.

    The young pilot closed his eyes and resigned himself to the fact that he was about to be space debris. A warning alarm went off, telling him that the fuel lines behind him had caught fire. At this point, it was simply a matter of time before the fuel cells themselves exploded. If he were lucky, he wouldn?t feel a thing. The explosion would be quick, perhaps so quick that his nervous system wouldn?t be able to register anything before he was ultimately consumed by the inevitable blast. He closed his eyes tight as the forces of the uncontrolled spin pinned him into his flight seat.

    It was all so regrettable. Of course, he knew that by joining Starfighter Command he was resigning himself to a shortened lifespan. There was such a wide swath of things that could take a pilot?s life before their time should have been up. Combat gone awry. Mechanical failure. The life of a pilot was dangerous enough, but the life of a Rogue was far, far worse. Darvix knew that many pilots shuffled off their mortal coil with things left unaccomplished. He knew he wasn?t going to be able to write back to Anya and apologize for leaving her behind without so much as an apology. He would never be able to see how far his piloting career could have taken him. He?d never be able to repay his debt to Cheriss.

    Cheriss. He couldn?t leave her! He was not about to fade out of existence without leveling the debt to her. He owed it to Cheriss to do everything he could to get out of the doomed Gunboat.

    He opened his eyes and began to reach forward for the ejection lever. He cried out in pain as he moved his left arm. In the chaos of the space battle, he had forgotten that he had been shot while on the ground. His arm flared with agony every time he reached for the lever, meaning that he would have to reach across his body with his right hand to toggle the eject. Unfortunately, with the intertial compensator out, it would be next to impossible to reach it.

    Logic didn?t stop him from trying, anyways. He groaned as he reached towards the ejection lever. His entire body shook with effort as he inched closer to his last lifeline. After what seemed like an eternity, his shoulder flew back to his seat. He was spinning in the wrong direction. There was no possible way he could use that hand to pull back on the lever and trigger the eject sequence.

    Darvix had to get out; he had to get back to Cheriss. Yelling out, he reached forward again, trying to reach the eject lever once more. He only had a few more seconds until his fuel cells lit up, and at that point, it would all be over. He tensed his fingers, as if wrapping them around the button. His eyes bore into it, every ounce of his being working towards bailing out of the cockpit.

    It seemed as if it were a dream. The lever began to shake as he reached out for it. Darvix pulled his arm back and watched as the lever, as if acting on its own will, came forward. With a loud hiss, the canopy gave way and his flightseat began to move away from the starfighter. His spirits soared, he might get out of this mess yet.

    The joy was short-lived. Almost immediately after pulling the eject lever, he felt a hot flash. His hand immediately flew to the utility belt on his flightsuit, pulling off the breathing apparatus that was to be used only if the magcon field surrounding him failed. He brought the mask to his face, attaching it to his helmet as the gunboat, mere feet behind him, burst into a ball of flame and shrapnel. The blast caused him to lurch forward, the force breaking the straps on
     
  16. Hazel

    Hazel Jedi Master star 4

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    A clean cut that had to remove everything in its way.

    Tears of both pain and absolute terror stung at his eyes as the blade began cutting through flesh.


    :eek: Oh, no! He didn't, I think I'm sick...



    ?Dap,? Wedge said. ?We?re going to get you out of here.?

    Finally some good news! You had me really worried there.


    Keep'em coming, Lane.
     
  17. JediMara77

    JediMara77 Force Ghost star 4

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    Ugh, Lane, I read that while wolfing down a burger and fries on our one rest stop. You made me queasy. :(

    You also reminded me why I never want to see 127 Hours!
     
  18. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    Hazel - He did, unfortunately :(

    Nanci - I'll be sure to put a "Do not read on a full stomach" warning on future posts :D

    ~*~

    Chapter Two
    Salvation


    New Republic MC-80a Star Cruiser Mon Remonda

    Cheriss ke Hanadi sighed heavily as she went through the TIE power down sequence she had committed to memory. Against all odds, they had managed to get a hold of the snubfighter and smuggle it out of Imperial controlled space. What happened next with the stolen ship was out of her control. New Republic intelligence agents and technicians co-opted from the Incom Corporation would immediately begin poring over the starfighter to try and find some way to exploit the cloaking mechanism built into it.

    She keyed the command to lower the entrance ramp and stood, walking out of the fighter. The mission had been a disaster from day one. With every turn, it seemed as if the Imperials were one step ahead of them. They had managed to intercept the secondary commando team that was supposed to have provided the ground cover needed. Somehow they had caught wind of their base of operation on Telos, sending a Stormtrooper detachment after them. NRI had done an incredibly sloppy job on this vital task.

    Cheriss undid the chinstrap on her flight helmet and slid it off her head, shaking her hair free. A deck officer approached her and snapped a salute

    ?Where?s Flight Officer Zorvan?? she asked, tucking her helmet under her arm.

    The deck officer looked at her with a confused expression. ?I?m sorry flight officer, but you?re the only ship to arrive in-system.?

    Cheriss felt a cold pit form in her stomach. Darvix should have been right behind her, what could have prevented him from jumping into hyperspace right behind her? She wracked her brain searching for an answer. All she could recall was being in a state of panic. They had been outnumbered and her shields had taken a pounding. They needed to buy more time for the hyperspace coordinates to be worked out and Darvix had said he was going to try something to do just that.

    She suddenly had a very bad feeling.

    ?Has the Skate made any transmissions?? she asked, her voice subdued.

    ?The Pulsar Skate has called in and informed command that they are making an emergency run to the Redemption.?

    Cheriss pushed past the deck officer and broke into a sprint to one of the adjacent hangers. The Nebulon-B Frigate Redemption was one of the oldest medical ships in the New Republic, being active years prior to the Battle of Yavin. The Redemption was home to some of the finest military physicians, surgeons, and doctors in the entire fleet. That was what worried her. Something must have gone very, very wrong for the Skate to be making a last minute detour there.

    She burst into the hanger housing the Rogue Squadron X-Wings and made a mad dash to hers.

    ?You don?t have flight clearance!? yelled a deck hand from behind her.

    She turned briefly. ?Then get me clearance! While you?re at it, get my R2 unit down here!?

    As soon as she reached her X-Wing, she keyed the canopy release and scurried up the starfighter?s S-Foils before launching herself into the open cockpit. Cheriss planted herself in the flightseat and strapped in, beginning a rushed preflight check. As she strapped on her helmet, her radio clicked to life.

    ?Rogue Four, we need a reason to authorize flight clearance!?

    The voice was unfamiliar to Cheriss, not that she particularly cared. ?Rendezvousing with the rest of my squadron, they can use all the fighter escort they can get.?

    If they didn?t clear her, she would blast her way out of this hanger. Something had gone wrong during the escape from Telos, and she wasn?t going to sit by idly and wonder what had happened. Cheriss continued to power on her X-Wing. She gritted her teeth as the repulsorlifts began to hum to life.

    ?Rogue Four, you?re clear for departure. Your R2 unit will be joining you shortly.?

    Cheriss growled, ?Well that?s tough I?m burning out of-?

    That was unexpected. Someone had decided to g
     
  19. Hazel

    Hazel Jedi Master star 4

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    She was fully prepared to argue. Hell, Cheriss was ready to blow out the hanger doors and force her way out. Leave it to the Starfighter Command to spoil all the fun of a grand exit.

    Cheriss was about to go rogue on them. :p



    ?Unfortunately, the Bacta bath is his only hope. If we treat him with it, he could die due to further shock, but if we don?t, he is going to die regardless.?

    All we can do is [face_praying].
     
  20. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    Hazel - Never get between an Adumari girl and the person she's crushing on. Bad things would happen :D

    ~*~

    Chapter Three - Flashbacks and Reflection

    ?The Jedi,? his mother said to him. ?Are nothing but religious fanatics who had far too much control over the Galaxy.?

    Young Darvix Zorvan had read about the Jedi Knights in the school archives. The encyclopedia didn?t have much to say about them, other than their order was eliminated on command of Emperor Palpatine. He wondered what atrocities they committed, for the Emperor wouldn?t ruthlessly order the deaths of countless men, women, and children unless it was absolutely called for. Such an act was inhumane and below the morals of the Galactic Empire. No, such an act could only be imposed on those who were morally bankrupt and devoid of compassion.

    At least, that was what his school instructors had told him.

    ?The encyclopedia said the Jedi claimed to use the Force,? Darvix said with the curiosity only a twelve year old could possess. ?What is it??

    His mother looked at him once more. He couldn't tell if she was angry that he had brought up the topic.

    ?The Force doesn?t exist,? she replied flatly. ?It simply was ? a trick they used to make themselves look powerful, a story they told children to scare them.?

    The Jedi seemed to be individuals that Darvix didn't wish to associate with. It was wrong to defy the Emperor, and these Jedi sounded as if they wanted nothing to do with Palpatine or the Galactic Empire. Still, the young boy was confused as to why the Emperor ordered them to be killed.

    ?But,? he said softly, ?what did they do that was so wrong??

    His mother seemed to struggle to frame an answer. Of course, Darvix wouldn't pick up on that hesitation. He trusted his mother to tell him the truth, to explain the matter to him in an honest manner.

    ?The Jedi were very powerful people. They used fear to scare entire planets to do their will, and through that fear their subjects believed they were safe. That?s what the Force really was, Darvie. It was fear.

    ?They took children away from their parents, to brainwash them and force them into their cult. When they ran into anyone who didn?t agree with them, they would kill them. They were ruthless.?

    Darvix shivered a bit. He couldn?t imagine being taken away from his mother and forced to work against the Empire. The Jedi were horrible people, but still, was what he had been told enough to warrant what amounted to mass executions?

    ?Thousands of years ago,? she continued, ?A Jedi came here, to Nar Shadaa. This was once world with a thriving economy, where people like us would be wealthy and safe. That Jedi destroyed the way our world ran, and destroyed any hope for us, and countless generations before, to advance in society. Our family has been stuck here under Hutt rule because of that single, mad Jedi.?

    Darvix?s mother had an uneasy look on her face. He knew that what she was about to tell him next was going to be difficult.

    ?Never fall for their teachings, my son," she said quietly. "It was the Jedi ideology that caused the death of your father."

    He looked up at his mother in stunned disbelief. ?The Jedi killed father???

    She hesitated again, but he didn't pay notice to it. "Yes. It was the Jedi."

    ***

    Darvix Zorvan?s eyes snapped open, but he couldn?t see. For a few moments his mind panicked, unsure of where he was. More importantly, why did it feel like he was trapped in a vat of hydraulic fluid? He slowly began to calm as he realized that his cybernetic eyes must have lost power. He began to run down a mental checklist. Where had he been last before he had lost consciousness? He couldn't quite remember. All that came back to him was the very vivid memory of being very, very cold.

    Suddenly it all came back to him, the memories slamming into him like a duracrete wall. He had been hit trying to cover Cheriss? exit and was forced to bail out of his starfighter. Judging by the fact that he was somewhat conscious, he assumed that he had been recovered, but by whom? Th
     
  21. JediMara77

    JediMara77 Force Ghost star 4

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    Awwwww......


    They're in looooooove!
     
  22. Hazel

    Hazel Jedi Master star 4

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    She didn't give him a chance to respond as she roughly drew Darvix towards her once again. Cheriss closed her eyes tight and pressed her lips to his.

    All is well that ends well! Oh wait, this isn't over yet. :p



    Crying again, she mused. This boy might be the death of me.


    [face_laugh]
     
  23. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Chosen One star 6

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    poor Darvix, loosing his arm:_|
     
  24. Darth McClain

    Darth McClain Manager Emeritus star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Just got caught up again...wow, what a good story you've got going on here, Lane! Poor Dap! I don't envy him right now.
     
  25. Lane_Winree

    Lane_Winree Jedi Master star 4

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    Hazel - Yeah, there's still quite a bit left to go :D

    Nanci - They sure are :p

    Earlybird - He really drew the short straw, didn't he?

    DMC - Thank you! This has been a ton of fun to clean up and repost :)

    ~*~

    Chapter Four
    Unwelcome Orders


    Darvix tugged at the jacket of his dress uniform and thanked his lucky stars that he was half blind. If this getup looked as awful as he felt, not being able to make out the finer details was a blessing in disguise. Just how did military administrative types put up with wearing these all day? He shook his head and tried to refocus his thoughts.

    He had been called into the ceremony chambers on board the Mon Remonda, though he was unsure why. The only orders he had received on his datapad was to arrive in uniform at a specified time. He went down a mental checklist. Could there be some sort of dignitary on board? Possible, but that would be highly unorthodox for a military vessel currently on active assignment. What else could it be? The last time he had been forced into a dress uniform was for his academy graduation. Was he about to be paraded in front of the crew? Darvix couldn?t help but chew on his lower lip. He hated being in front of so many people, it seemed as if the entire Mon Remonda crew was present, staring up at him. How he wished he could get out of the spotlight, and out of his dress uniform.

    As he stepped into the room, he saw a large handful of officers and enlisted men seated in the available chairs. Ahead, one of the ship's senior officers waved him to the front of the crowd. He obliged, walking to the front and taking a seat in the first row. Glancing over, he caught sight of Cheriss. She looked to be just as uncomfortable in her own dress uniform. That brought a small smile to his lips. Cheriss had been overwhelmed with emotion when Darvix surprised her in the hanger the day before. He had learned that the medical technicians on board the Salvation had all but signed his death certificate. The Doctors had been shocked to discover that he would make it.

    Darvix?s ears perked up as a hushed silence fell over the room. As he turned his head, he saw Wedge Antilles flanked by the Mon Calamari Admiral Ackbar on one side and head of Intelligence General Airen Cracken on the other. The young pilot assumed they had come from the Republic flagship Independence, which the Mon Remonda had rendezvoused with hours earlier. He was suddenly getting a very, very bad feeling about his current situation.

    Admiral Ackbar stepped on to a podium nearby Darvix. ?Men and women of the Mon Remonda, we have heros in our midst.?

    Bad feeling confirmed. Darvix let out a silent groan, the last thing he wanted was to be glorified for the idiotic stunt that wound up costing him his arm. Pilots who let their exposed starfighter take a laser hit didn?t deserve glory, they deserved to be chewed out by their CO for wreckless piloting.. He would have given anything to be anywhere else at that moment.

    ?One month ago,? Ackbar continued, ?Our own Rogue Squadron was dispatched to an Imperial world to participate in an intelligence gathering operation. Word of the so-called Phantom TIEs have been making the rounds, and we are now confirming that they are in fact real. We are, however, pleased to announce that Rogue Squadron has succeeded in capturing one of these vessels. Our technicians are currently working to find and exploit any weaknesses in their system."

    A chorus of cheers emerged from the crewmen of the Mon Remonda. After a few moments, Admiral Ackbar raised a web hand as his mouth formed the rough Mon Calamari approximation of a smile.

    ?This was the first major assignment for two of the Rogues,? Ackbar said, "and they consistently proved that they were able to perform above and beyond the call of duty. Flight Officers Cheriss ke Hanadi and Darvix Zorvan, please step forward.?

    The two young pilots looked at each other for a moment before approaching the Admiral. Darvix did his best not to betray any nervousness he might ha
     
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