Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. I only own this plot and the kids of Wedge and Wes. Oh, yeah, this is 40 years after Endor, and we're saying the the NJO never happened, okay? And the Solo kids, and Ben, are still alive. Ben is 19, Anakin is 32, and the twins are 35. I know, the ages aren't exact, but they're accurate. The Solo kids and Ben all became part of Rogue Squadron. And don't ask why I didn't include all the Rogues. I don't know the names of all of them, and if I do, I don't know their personality. And can I say that Dack didn't die? Wait- if Dack hadn't died, then Wedge wouldn't have gotten the first kill against an AT-AT ever. Alright. Dack's still dead.
Wedge 'n Wes
Wedge Antilles walked out of his bedroom that one morning, the one where his daughter did the one thing he had thought no man or woman – though hopefully a woman before a man – would ever even dream of doing. But that's for later.
He smiled at his wife, Iella Wessiri Antilles, as he entered the kitchen and picked up the pot of caf and poured himself a cup.
Iella smiled back. "Remember, the Rogue Reunion is today."
Wedge chuckled, more to himself than anyone else. "How could I forget? I get to see Luke, Tycho, Corran, Hobbie, Wes, and all the others again."
"Well, you know how you get in your old age, General Antilles." Iella said jokingly.
"Hey, I resent that." Wedge replied mock-sternly as he finished downing the cup of caf he had poured himself.
"What, being called old or being called General?"
Wedge pondered that for a minute. "Can I say both?" He asked finally.
"Not if you avoid more thinking by saying that."
"Dammit." Wedge uttered under his breath. He started pondering some more. "Well…" He said at length. "I guess, since aging is natural, I never thought I'd live this long, and accepting that promotion was one of the worst decisions of my life, I'll have to say being called General."
"How did I know you'd say that?"
"You didn't. You assu-"
"I knew."
"I don't know…" Wedge murmered.
Iella burst out laughing and lightly hit Wedge in the stomach.
"Oof!" Wedge said playfully. "Maybe I'll see you in bed while I go and see if Liella actually is coming…" He smiled.
"I like the way you think." Iella said, smiling as well. She walked into their room and jumped onto the bed.
Wedge smiled again and walked to the holoprojector and called Liella Antilles, his daughter.
After a few minutes, the busy signal went away and Liella's face appeared. "Daddy!" She cried out.
Wedge smiled yet a again. "Hi Liella! What's up?" He asked.
"Oh, I thought I would skip out on the Reunion today, go around town shopping and looking for people." She added a wink at the end of that statement.
Wedge's smile quickly became a frown. "Liella, you know how much the Reunion means to me. And the guys are all looking forward to seeing you."
Liella burst out in laughs. "Of course I'm coming! You knew that I would!"
Wedge scowled. "You've been around Wes too much, you know that.
Liella paused, and a troubled look crossed her face, barely noticeable.
But it was noticeable enough.
"What's wrong, honey?"
All traces passed. "Huh? Nothing. I'll see you later, daddy."
"Well, alright." Wedge said. "See you at the Reunion." He shut down the holograph and walked to his room. "She's coming." He said.
"Good. We actually get to see her." Iella said. "Now get in here." She ordered.
"You're ordering military." Wedge said, even though he jumped into the bed next to Iella, and they shared a long, passionate kiss.
Meanwhile, in the Janson residence………
"You're what?!" Wes Janson screamed over the holonet at his son, Derek Janson, and spilling his cup of caf in the process.
"I'm engaged to Liella Antilles." Derek repeated calmly, a trait that unnerved Wes slightly.
"Oh, god, Wedge is gonna kill me…" Wes murmured. "Couldn't you of chosen a better time, namely, some time other then just before we go to the Rogue Reunion."
Derek winced, clearly visible even over the undetailed holonet. "Well, that's why I called…"
Wes cut him off. "I don't want to know."
"We're announcing our engagement at the Reunion."
"Oh no…. Oh no…" Wes groaned. "Does Wedge know about this? Never mind, don't answer that. He doesn't know. I haven't gotten any transmissions with him shouting at me. Great. I get to be shouted to death in real life."
"Dad-"
"Don't start! Just don't start! I know that Liella's a nice woman, and Wedge is a great friend, but couldn't you of found someone else?" Wes asked.
"Dad, we really love each other. We couldn't of found a better match."
"Yeah, maybe, but after the Reunion, You, Liella, Wedge, and me are all going to sit down and have a long – and I mean long – talk about this." Wes said and abruptly turned the holograph off.
Looking down, Wes noted with dismay that he had spilled his cup of caf when he learned that his son was engaged with Liella Antilles.
Wes was convinced that Wedge wouldn't take this very well. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this would open up a whole new venue of pranks that he could pull... Ideas started forming in his head, and, as he went to his kitchen unit to get more caf, ideas started forming in his mind...
5 hours later, at the Rogue Reunion…
16 X-wings, one Correllian YT-1300, two private yachts, and a shuttle were settled down at the 'parking lot' of the Rogue Reunion 5 hours later, and an Imperial II-class Star Destroyer orbited the planet, which was Correllia. Luke Skywalker smiled at the gathering of ships and then turned to regard one of his best friends, and one of his oldest friends.
"So you decided to come, Han." Luke said.
"Yeah, I did. I just couldn't ignore all of the invitations I was getting." Han Solo said. He looked at Luke and smiled, too. Though his smile was lopsided, the one that his wife loved and adored so much.
"Please, Han. You have to admit that you aren't good friends with all of Rogue Squadron, past and present." Luke said, still smiling.
"Maybe not, but I got 6."
Luke raised his eyebrows in mild surprise, and not-so-mild annoyance. He had only gotten 3! And he had been part of Rogue Squadron, it's commander and creator! One from Wedge, one from Tycho, and one from Ben! "Six?" He echoed calmly, his voice nor eyes betraying his feelings.
"Yeah. One invitation from you, one from Wedge, one from Jaina, one from Jacen, one from Anakin, and one from Ben. 6 invitations." Han said with a smile. "How many did you get? 2? 3?"
Luke smiled again. Han could read faces better then Luke thought. "Maybe." He allowed.
Han burst out in a fit of laughter, then stopped suddenly when a comlink beeped. "Yours or mine?" He asked, taking it out.
Luke did the same. "Mine."
"And mine." Han said uneasily.
Wearily, Luke turned his on. "Skywalker." He said.
"All Rogues," The familiar voice of Derek Janson said over the com. "If you will join me in the main dining hall, I have something I would like to tell all of you."
"What's this about?" The voice of Derek "Hobbie" Klivian asked over the comlink. Though he had been a bit unnerved when Wes Janson had named his son after Hobbie, he had accepted it as a sign of respect – which, hopefully, it was.
"We have something that we would like to tell all of you – we being Liella and I."
"Uh, okay." Hobbie said.
The rest of the former and current Rogues and their guests of honor acknowledged, as well.
"Thank you. We will be waiting for you in the dining hall." Derek said.
Luke raised a questioning eyebrow at Han, then nodded towards the door.
Han nodded back and they both made their way to the main dining hall.
Concurrently, in the sim room…
Wedge stepped out from his sim, which was the dreaded mission that Corran Horn had shot down Tycho, just before he was instated into Rogue Squadron. He and his team, which consisted of Tycho Celchu, Corran, and Gavin Darklighter, and, of course, himself, were winning the sim just before the comlink call came in from Derek.
"I wonder what this is about." He said mildly, and a bit worriedly. What has Liella gotten herself into this time? He thought.
With a smile, Wes walked beside Wedge after exiting his sim. Wes had also been flying in the same simulation Wedge had, but he had been flying in a TIE Interceptor, against the team. He was fairing well, and hadn't been shot down yet. Yet being the operative word, of course.
Wedge shrugged and walked to the door, pausing only for Corran, Tycho, and Gavin to catch up. Then they started towards the dining hall, everyone contemplating what Liella and Derek were going to say – everyone except, of course, Wes.
When they reached the dining hall, Wes saw Derek and Liella at the front of the room, on a slightly raised platform and before a podium. They seemed to be having an intense conversation, though one couldn't tell from this distance.
Unnoticed by Wes, the room had started its own conversations among the other Rogues and guests of honor. A loud voice – probably projected by the Force – echoed throughout the large room.
"Well, what's the announcement?" Mara Jade Skywalker shouted out at Derek and Liella.
Derek smiled and tuned his comlink to the loudspeakers in the room.
"Thank you, all of you, for attending, generally, the Rogue Reunion, all of you current and past Rogues, and, of course, our Guests of Honor." He paused, and smiled. He continued. "Liella and I, as we told you over the comlinks, have something to announce to all of you. Liella and I are…" He paused, as if he couldn't finish.
Liella finished for him. "We're engaged."
"You're what?" Wedge shouted, wobblying about. Iella quickly ran to Wedge and held him steady.
Liella winced.
Wedge regained his footing and said "I need a drink."
"Oh, good." Wes said.
Wedge pointed to Wes, Liella, and Derek in turn. "You, you, and you are coming with me."
"Oh, bad."
Whee! Renewed with slight changes, and putting Wes more in character. So, please check this out. Again. I can actually go somewhere with this.
Wedge 'n Wes
Wedge Antilles walked out of his bedroom that one morning, the one where his daughter did the one thing he had thought no man or woman – though hopefully a woman before a man – would ever even dream of doing. But that's for later.
He smiled at his wife, Iella Wessiri Antilles, as he entered the kitchen and picked up the pot of caf and poured himself a cup.
Iella smiled back. "Remember, the Rogue Reunion is today."
Wedge chuckled, more to himself than anyone else. "How could I forget? I get to see Luke, Tycho, Corran, Hobbie, Wes, and all the others again."
"Well, you know how you get in your old age, General Antilles." Iella said jokingly.
"Hey, I resent that." Wedge replied mock-sternly as he finished downing the cup of caf he had poured himself.
"What, being called old or being called General?"
Wedge pondered that for a minute. "Can I say both?" He asked finally.
"Not if you avoid more thinking by saying that."
"Dammit." Wedge uttered under his breath. He started pondering some more. "Well…" He said at length. "I guess, since aging is natural, I never thought I'd live this long, and accepting that promotion was one of the worst decisions of my life, I'll have to say being called General."
"How did I know you'd say that?"
"You didn't. You assu-"
"I knew."
"I don't know…" Wedge murmered.
Iella burst out laughing and lightly hit Wedge in the stomach.
"Oof!" Wedge said playfully. "Maybe I'll see you in bed while I go and see if Liella actually is coming…" He smiled.
"I like the way you think." Iella said, smiling as well. She walked into their room and jumped onto the bed.
Wedge smiled again and walked to the holoprojector and called Liella Antilles, his daughter.
After a few minutes, the busy signal went away and Liella's face appeared. "Daddy!" She cried out.
Wedge smiled yet a again. "Hi Liella! What's up?" He asked.
"Oh, I thought I would skip out on the Reunion today, go around town shopping and looking for people." She added a wink at the end of that statement.
Wedge's smile quickly became a frown. "Liella, you know how much the Reunion means to me. And the guys are all looking forward to seeing you."
Liella burst out in laughs. "Of course I'm coming! You knew that I would!"
Wedge scowled. "You've been around Wes too much, you know that.
Liella paused, and a troubled look crossed her face, barely noticeable.
But it was noticeable enough.
"What's wrong, honey?"
All traces passed. "Huh? Nothing. I'll see you later, daddy."
"Well, alright." Wedge said. "See you at the Reunion." He shut down the holograph and walked to his room. "She's coming." He said.
"Good. We actually get to see her." Iella said. "Now get in here." She ordered.
"You're ordering military." Wedge said, even though he jumped into the bed next to Iella, and they shared a long, passionate kiss.
Meanwhile, in the Janson residence………
"You're what?!" Wes Janson screamed over the holonet at his son, Derek Janson, and spilling his cup of caf in the process.
"I'm engaged to Liella Antilles." Derek repeated calmly, a trait that unnerved Wes slightly.
"Oh, god, Wedge is gonna kill me…" Wes murmured. "Couldn't you of chosen a better time, namely, some time other then just before we go to the Rogue Reunion."
Derek winced, clearly visible even over the undetailed holonet. "Well, that's why I called…"
Wes cut him off. "I don't want to know."
"We're announcing our engagement at the Reunion."
"Oh no…. Oh no…" Wes groaned. "Does Wedge know about this? Never mind, don't answer that. He doesn't know. I haven't gotten any transmissions with him shouting at me. Great. I get to be shouted to death in real life."
"Dad-"
"Don't start! Just don't start! I know that Liella's a nice woman, and Wedge is a great friend, but couldn't you of found someone else?" Wes asked.
"Dad, we really love each other. We couldn't of found a better match."
"Yeah, maybe, but after the Reunion, You, Liella, Wedge, and me are all going to sit down and have a long – and I mean long – talk about this." Wes said and abruptly turned the holograph off.
Looking down, Wes noted with dismay that he had spilled his cup of caf when he learned that his son was engaged with Liella Antilles.
Wes was convinced that Wedge wouldn't take this very well. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this would open up a whole new venue of pranks that he could pull... Ideas started forming in his head, and, as he went to his kitchen unit to get more caf, ideas started forming in his mind...
5 hours later, at the Rogue Reunion…
16 X-wings, one Correllian YT-1300, two private yachts, and a shuttle were settled down at the 'parking lot' of the Rogue Reunion 5 hours later, and an Imperial II-class Star Destroyer orbited the planet, which was Correllia. Luke Skywalker smiled at the gathering of ships and then turned to regard one of his best friends, and one of his oldest friends.
"So you decided to come, Han." Luke said.
"Yeah, I did. I just couldn't ignore all of the invitations I was getting." Han Solo said. He looked at Luke and smiled, too. Though his smile was lopsided, the one that his wife loved and adored so much.
"Please, Han. You have to admit that you aren't good friends with all of Rogue Squadron, past and present." Luke said, still smiling.
"Maybe not, but I got 6."
Luke raised his eyebrows in mild surprise, and not-so-mild annoyance. He had only gotten 3! And he had been part of Rogue Squadron, it's commander and creator! One from Wedge, one from Tycho, and one from Ben! "Six?" He echoed calmly, his voice nor eyes betraying his feelings.
"Yeah. One invitation from you, one from Wedge, one from Jaina, one from Jacen, one from Anakin, and one from Ben. 6 invitations." Han said with a smile. "How many did you get? 2? 3?"
Luke smiled again. Han could read faces better then Luke thought. "Maybe." He allowed.
Han burst out in a fit of laughter, then stopped suddenly when a comlink beeped. "Yours or mine?" He asked, taking it out.
Luke did the same. "Mine."
"And mine." Han said uneasily.
Wearily, Luke turned his on. "Skywalker." He said.
"All Rogues," The familiar voice of Derek Janson said over the com. "If you will join me in the main dining hall, I have something I would like to tell all of you."
"What's this about?" The voice of Derek "Hobbie" Klivian asked over the comlink. Though he had been a bit unnerved when Wes Janson had named his son after Hobbie, he had accepted it as a sign of respect – which, hopefully, it was.
"We have something that we would like to tell all of you – we being Liella and I."
"Uh, okay." Hobbie said.
The rest of the former and current Rogues and their guests of honor acknowledged, as well.
"Thank you. We will be waiting for you in the dining hall." Derek said.
Luke raised a questioning eyebrow at Han, then nodded towards the door.
Han nodded back and they both made their way to the main dining hall.
Concurrently, in the sim room…
Wedge stepped out from his sim, which was the dreaded mission that Corran Horn had shot down Tycho, just before he was instated into Rogue Squadron. He and his team, which consisted of Tycho Celchu, Corran, and Gavin Darklighter, and, of course, himself, were winning the sim just before the comlink call came in from Derek.
"I wonder what this is about." He said mildly, and a bit worriedly. What has Liella gotten herself into this time? He thought.
With a smile, Wes walked beside Wedge after exiting his sim. Wes had also been flying in the same simulation Wedge had, but he had been flying in a TIE Interceptor, against the team. He was fairing well, and hadn't been shot down yet. Yet being the operative word, of course.
Wedge shrugged and walked to the door, pausing only for Corran, Tycho, and Gavin to catch up. Then they started towards the dining hall, everyone contemplating what Liella and Derek were going to say – everyone except, of course, Wes.
When they reached the dining hall, Wes saw Derek and Liella at the front of the room, on a slightly raised platform and before a podium. They seemed to be having an intense conversation, though one couldn't tell from this distance.
Unnoticed by Wes, the room had started its own conversations among the other Rogues and guests of honor. A loud voice – probably projected by the Force – echoed throughout the large room.
"Well, what's the announcement?" Mara Jade Skywalker shouted out at Derek and Liella.
Derek smiled and tuned his comlink to the loudspeakers in the room.
"Thank you, all of you, for attending, generally, the Rogue Reunion, all of you current and past Rogues, and, of course, our Guests of Honor." He paused, and smiled. He continued. "Liella and I, as we told you over the comlinks, have something to announce to all of you. Liella and I are…" He paused, as if he couldn't finish.
Liella finished for him. "We're engaged."
"You're what?" Wedge shouted, wobblying about. Iella quickly ran to Wedge and held him steady.
Liella winced.
Wedge regained his footing and said "I need a drink."
"Oh, good." Wes said.
Wedge pointed to Wes, Liella, and Derek in turn. "You, you, and you are coming with me."
"Oh, bad."
Whee! Renewed with slight changes, and putting Wes more in character. So, please check this out. Again. I can actually go somewhere with this.