My version of the reuniting of Wes, Wedge, Tycho and Hobbie in Isards revenge because the poor fool that "died" did not get enough Love.

Why? Why did this have to happen?

This is all so unfair!

Why did they have…. Have to die?

Thoughts rushed around Wes Jansons head as he layed on his bed, refusing to look at Hobbies that layed on the other side of the room. For two whole days, Wes had gone through a life that had no "General Antilles, hero of Corellia", no "Tycho Celchu, Master of the straight face", and no "Hobbie, king of the Pessimistic".

How could they leave him behind?

It hurt, it really did. It hurt more than anything that happened before to Wes Janson. He was supposed to be the untouchable Prankster king, one who get past these sort of troubles without a look over his shoulder.

But how could he simply….. FORGET about his best friends death?

The four of them had been together for so long, they were brothers in everything expect blood.

Wes eyes started to burn.

He could still remember when they had pulled him out of bacta. He had been expecting a full chorus of "welcome back" and maybe a joke or two from some of the more fun loving Rogues like Gavin and Hobbie, but instead….

Iella and Mirax had, fighting their own tears, told him that Wedge, Tycho, Hobbie, Gavin, and Horn, were dead.

He hadn't seen them since. Wes couldn't help but feel that they were avoiding him, probably because they hated that HE was still alive. And not Corran, and not Wedge.

Not that he wouldn't trade places with those two. They had so much more to live for, tycho too. And Gavin, and perhaps even Hobbs.

A sudden angry buzz rattled Wes from his thoughts. His datapad had just received a new message.

Major Wes Janson, please report to Hanger bay 31 IMMEDITLY. Repeat, IMMEDITLY.

Wes groaned. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? And anyway, why were they calling him? He was on leave, still had a one more day until he had to actually start working again…..

Another angry buzz.

This one was however sent by Mirax.

WES JANSON GET YOUR LITTLE GRIEF STRICKEN ASS OVER TO HANGER 31 OR I WILL PERSONALLY COME TO YOUR QUARTERS AND DRAG YOU THERE MYSELF!

Wes winced. Making Mirax mad was no fun…but what was so important? What did Mirax have to do with this whole Hanger 31 business anyway?

"Where is he?" Mirax growled, pacing back and forth across the floor of Hanger 31 where her ever trusty ship was stationed.

"Mirax, please calm down," Iella soothed from where she sat on a broken …something….

"He thinks he just lost all of his friends, he surely is not going to immediately run to your beck and call,"

"He should," Mirax retorted.

"Sorry I'm late,"

Mirax jumped and turned to face Wes. He looked Horrible. Sure he wore a large grin on his face but it seemed half hearted and his eyes were not sparkling with mischief like they usually were. They were also bloodshot and had dark bags under them that contrasted against his slightly paler than normal skin.

He looked horrible.

"Whats up?" Wes asked.

The moment of truth. To let Wes Janson out of the cage of guilt, to release him to his fellows. Surprisingly, it was a lot harder than Mirax first thought.

"Get in," Mirax demanded pointing back at her ship, "We'll talk on the way."

What harm can a few more seconds do?

Wes couldn't belive his ears.

"I'm dreaming….." Wes said in a daze. He was flying high and not coming down anytime soon.

"I can assure you Wes, you are not dreaming," Iella said, a smile creeping on her lips.

"I have a severe concussion that wasn't diagnosed and I'm experiencing severe hallucinations….."

"Again, no you are not hallcunating," Iella laughed.

"I've died and the two of you are actually angels in disguise taking me to heaven in your chariot to reunite me with my dead friends…"

"I'm not sure God would appreciate you calling Lusankya heaven,"

"Fine, hell then."

First chapter! XD I wanted to write more but I also wanted to get this out faster so Here I am! First Chapter! R&R people!

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