The X-Wing Drabbles
A/N: Hello loyal readers! This is probably one of my favorite ongoing projects. Essentially it's a compilation of drabbles about my favorite pilots from Rogue and Wraith Squadrons (because frankly they don't get enough love!) Enjoy and be sure to let me know what you think.
Mission Parameters (Corran/Mirax, Wedge, Tycho)
41 ABY, Corellia
By the time Wedge and Tycho showed up at his door, Corran was already on his third glass of Corellian whiskey. He led them into the living room where he reclaimed his seat on the couch.
"We came as soon as we heard," Wedge said.
Corran nodded. "I don't think it's hit me quite yet."
Tycho leaned forward, his elbows resting against his thighs, graying blonde hair falling in his eyes. "Corran, it's not the end of the world."
The former Corsec agent huffed. "How would you know? You've never dealt with this before."
"But I have," the older Corellian argued. "So believe me when I tell you that this is not the end."
A look of fierce determination flashed in Corran's eyes. "You're right." He threw back the remainder of the whiskey and slammed the glass down on the table. "I've got to do something. I can stop this."
"I don't think that's what the General had in mind," Tycho sighed.
"No he's right," Corran began pacing the living room, heedless of the others. "I've got to make some calls. I need reinforcements. Call Hobbie…and Wes! His expertise will be vital for this mission."
"And what exactly are the parameters of this mission?" Wedge asked. He hoped the sarcasm would help his friends see how ridiculous he was being.
"It's very simple, gentlemen. Find the enemy, isolate him, and destroy him."
"Corran Horn!" Three heads snapped up. "You are unbelievable. And you two should know better than to egg him on."
"We weren't," Wedge argued.
"Mirax, I have to do something. I can't just sit by while things change around me."
Mirax Terrik Horn rolled her eyes, her arms crossed firmly over her chest. "Corran, whether you like it or not, Jysella is getting married. Get over it."