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'Open a secure comlink,' Wedge said and Gate beeped in response, the comlink frequency scrolling across his console.

'Storrou,' Wedge said. 'This is Rogue One...'

'You took your time, flyboy', a voice growled and Wedge frowned, biting back a response.

'...what's your situation?'

'I'm on the move,' Storrou said. 'My covers been blown and the local security force has issued a warrant for my arrest. I'm keeping ahead of them for now, but if you don't get a move on...'

'Copy that,' Wedge said, cutting off the comlink. 'Gate, track his signal and get a fix on his position...'

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'I've got him,' Wedge said, threading his way through the crowds, Gate beeping questioningly at him through the comlink.

'No...stay on station for now. I'll call if I need you...'

Gate beeped an affirmative and Wedge shut down the comlink, walking quickly towards him.

'Storrou?' He said, quietly and he turned towards him.

'Who wants to know?'

'Just a flyboy,' Wedge said.

'...okay. Well, you took your damn time...spast...'

'What's wrong?' Wedge asked, turning to follow his gaze to where two security guards had entered the plaza. 'Ah...'

'Halt,' one of them yelled, raising his rifle and Wedge drew his pistol, snapping off a shot that caught him in the throat.

'Come on,' he said, as the man fell. 'We need to get out of here...'

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'I think we lost them,' Storrou said, just as a loud roar split the silence of the street.

'Down!' Wedge yelled, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him down behind the low wall that separated the two halves of the street as a gunship roared overhead.

'Sithspawn,' Wedge muttered, drawing his pistol as the gunship swung around to train it's spotlights on them. Beyond the glare, he could see helmeted figures with rifles aiming at them and a voice boomed from a loudspeaker.

'This is the Security Patrol. You are under arrest. Throw down your weapons and stand up with your hands over your heads...'

'Any bright ideas?' Shorrou asked and Wedge pulled out his comlink and activating it.

'Gate, I need you...' He said, just as the loudspeaker boomed again.

'I repeat, throw down your weapons and stand up with your hands over your heads or we will open fire...'

'Do as they say...' Wedge said and Shorrou rounded on him.

'What?!'

'Trust me,' Wedge said, laying down his pistol and standing up, raising his hands over his head and Storrou followed suit. Three security troopers fast-roped down from the gunship, their feet touching the ground just as a volley of laser fire ripped through the gunship's cockpit.

'Get down,' Wedge yelled, dropping behind the barrier again as the gunship spiralled out of control and he snatched up his pistol, snapping off a shot that caught one of them in the chest. As he fell, Storrou drew his own pistol and shot the second man in the shoulder, Wedge dropping the last one with a shot to the stomach.

'We need to move,' Wedge said, pulling out his comlink again. 'Gate, we're heading for the transport hub. Watch our six...'

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'Thanks for your help,' Storrou said, holding out his hand and Wedge shook it.

'You're welcome...'

'You didn't do too badly...for a flyboy...'

With a grin, he boarded the mag-train and Wedge crossed to his X-Wing, climbing into the cockpit and pulling on his helmet.

'Come on, Gate,' he said, closing the canopy. 'Let's go home...'

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