Star Wars
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Wedge Antilles
Blackness. Nothing all around the elite Rogue Squadron. Wedge Antilles, elite of
the elite, sighed. Another phony report of another phony Death Star. These were
becoming too common.
Wedge keyed the comlink for the squadron's private frequency. "Rogues, go
around and check to see if there's any sign of Imperial presence – any. Past, current, or
future." The rest of the Rogues checked in, but then Corran Horn spoke hurriedly.
"Leader, Nine, I've got a really bad feeling about this. Let's split before the TIE's show up." Translation: Corran felt danger through the Force, and when a half-Jedi feels
danger, you know that there's trouble. So they should scram before the TIE's. But, of course, it was too late. As soon as Wedge opened his mouth to speak, a
crackling squeal came over the comlink. Jamming! Wedge thought.
"Evasive!" He shouted to no one in particular, mainly out of reflex. "Gate, break through the jamming!" He called to the droid behind him. An affirmative whistle answered.
And then the TIE – Twin Ion Engine – Fighter's were on them, blazing away with their wingtip cannons. By the number of flashes Wedge saw blaze past him, he estimated
that there were about 7 fighters behind him. He knew that they were in the thick of it – it being the ambush carefully planned
to trap Rogue Squadron.
Well, they wouldn't go down without a fight.
Wedge linked his laser cannons to fire two at a time – less of a punch but faster recharge rate. He squeezed the trigger and fired as fast as the aiming program went
from red, to yellow, and to green, signifying a target lock. All the while avoiding the same position, except the positions switched: His
X-wing in the TIE Fighters aiming brackets. And then the comm squealed back to life, transmitting cries of triumph, pain, and
fear.
"---Can't---im!" "AHH!" "Two, break port!" "Got 'im!" "Another one down!" "Get him off me, I can't shake him!! AHHH!" "Five's gone!" "There goes Nine!"
"GAVIN!" "They're moving too fast – I can't get a target loc---"
Static.
He checked his scanner board, still squeezing the trigger and zigg-zagging, diving, and jukeing. No one was still alive.
Names ran through Wedge's mind. Corran… Gavin…Tycho…Asyr…
He looked at his scanner again, this time to see how many hostiles they had taken out. Out of 5 attacking squadrons, 2 were obliterated and another squadron was half gone.
All the TIE's were damaged.
And with a sobbing wail, Wedge Antilles, sole remaining member of the elite Rogue Squadron, went to lightspeed to tell his tail of woe, though he yearned to stay, to
die as his squadron had, he knew that somebody had to tell eleven families how their mothers, fathers, husbands, or wives died.
That someone had to be him.
I know, short, but hey, it wasn't that bad? Besides, it was just the first chapter. Well, prelude. I'm planning on continueing this. And, yes, I know that this is kinda similar to when Talon Squad. dies under the command of Donos. But it was still good. And for the simple reason of that I think that they're awesome, Wes and Hobbie weren't with the Rogues yet. Ysard never existed, all of the Rogues from the first book – Rogue Squadron – are still alive. Well, were. They died here. This is very AU.
