This fanfic I came up after hearing the song Hero by Chad Kroeger and Josie Scott a few times too many. Hopefully you'll like it. More to follow soon. Enjoy.


Heroes' Wings

1

Scout mission, my leku, Jaina thought as coralskippers swarmed around her ship. Already 20 skips had arrived, with more on the way. She thumbed the trigger again, the stutterfire swallowed greedily by voids. Jag and Kyp both tried futilely the same.

A skip exploded beneath her lasers. She reevaluated the scene. They'd shot down four already, but in only a few moments, another dozen skips had been added to the fight. Three to forty plus: not good. Time to run.

Set a course back to Borleias, Jaina called over the comm.
Couldn't agree more, Kyp agreed as they tries to steer out of the battle and the planet's mass shadow; the group had been attempting to enter the planet's orbit when they had been attacked.

Now aimed towards the vector needed for their hyperspace jump, they sped away. Suddenly, Jaina's X-wing lurched and everything went black.

2

A Jedi knows no pain, Jaina thought wryly as she awoke, her body raked with pain. Cracking her eyes open, she checked her surroundings. Her X-wing was nuzzled between two trees, in the middle of a forest, tipped to one side. Ignoring her injuries, she pushed open her canopy, its reinforced glass screaming against the tree bark. Dragging herself out, she landed less than gracefully on her feet, suppressing a howl of pain. She scowled at her swollen wrist as she struggled to open the side compartment on the starfighter. Finally it gave and she pulled from it a camouflage cover and a blanket. Tossing the blanket to the side, she covered the ship. The compartment was missing the medpack, after scavenging for medical supplies had left most of the docking bay lacking. But she wasn't that badly off...was she?

3

Lines shrank to stars as Jag and Kyp dropped back into realspace.

Umm...where's Jaina? Jag asked, a feeling of dread forming in his stomach.
Far...and hurt, Kyp said distantly, searching for her. She never made it to hyperspace.

Jag felt like his clawcraft had been ripped from around him. Only two nights earlier had been Lando's party. They'd danced the night away, before smuggling a bottle of brandy up to the roof. They'd talked til dawn. He still could remember the exact way the dawn set her skin aglow. It had been too much for him. He'd kissed her like the galaxy might end tomorrow. Unfortunately, he had just been cruelly reminded that it could very well.

We've got to go back, Kyp proclaimed, tearing Jag from his thoughts.
I know, replied Jag, but we won't do her much good with empty fuel tanks, no food or medpacks. Let's go planetside, refuel and reload and head back out. Kyp reluctantly agreed he was right as they began to pilot towards Borleias.

Jaina awoke at dawn. She hadn't even known she had fallen asleep. Attempting to sit up, her head shrieked at her. She groaned, her injuries reawakening. She looked dumbly at her wrist; it no longer looked like her wrist. It had swollen to twice its size and was purple and black. She coughed weakly as she stumbled upright. She shivered and glanced around her, before it dawned on her: she hadn't fallen asleep, she'd fainted, as she noticed the blood on the rock where her head had lain. The back of her head was swollen and tender. Trying to ignore the pain, she toddled off towards the forest, in search of fire wood.