Hi everyone! This is a story about Hobbie Klivian of Rogue Squadron and how he became who he is. He is the least-known Rogue, the one who always stays in the background, the one who offers pessimistic comments, yet little about himself.

However, certain events force him to face his past again, and as Hobbie would say, he is definitely doomed.

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Peace of Mind

Prologue

The meadow was lush and green, dotted all over with flowers in different colors and the sun was shining brightly- the perfect summer day as defined by children's data cards.

The woman who turned around to him was beautiful- her warm, caring smile was enhanced by her sparkling blue eyes and the sun's rays caressed her dark hair. Few freckles adorned her tanned face, yet he could recall her complaining about them sometimes playfully. She laughed, came closer and picked him up, swinging him through the sunlit air and he let her whirl him around, stretching his small arms out: "I can fly! Mommy, I can fly!"

It was indeed his Mother and although she had died so long ago, he knew it instantly-knew the warm rich scent that was uniquely hers, knew her wide smile only reserved for him and he also knew beyond a doubt that he was dreaming. But he did not want to wake up.

Suddenly, as if she had heard that last thought storm clouds amassed over their heads and her expression darkened with fear. She turned away from him, gazing at the dark sky. The first squalls of the upcoming storm tore at her hair and sent the dark strands flying.

Something tugged at him, tugging him away from her-

"Mommy! Mother!"
She did not turn around. His screams echoed in the distance, yet she did not turn around. The tug got stronger and he resisted- just one last glimpse of her smile… please!- "Mother!" –but to no avail. His Mother was gone and he was too—lost in an all-consuming darkness-

-and suddenly he was in the middle of a nasty furball, on some mission after Endor. He knew he was still dreaming, dreaming of a memory more, but he could not wake up.

TIEs- eyeballs- and TIE-Interceptors- squints, as Alliance pilots liked to call them- roared past him, green laser fire peppering his shields and frying some of his electronic systems. A Stardestroyer, a SD, loomed up right in front of him.

He quickly took the controls, feeling battle adrenaline course through his veins and turn his thoughts as clear as if he had just dunked his head into ice cold water, then veered sharply to the right, avoiding the SD and racing along its hull, careful not to come into the range of its deadly turrets.

An eyeball was on his wingmate's tail and he joined the chase, biting into the eyeball's tail. The eyeball tried to evade him but he followed easily in the tight loop, and then targeted the TIE with red lasers. It exploded in a red fireball.

"Thanks, Four."

"My pleasure, Three," he replied with a cold smile. Sometimes he scared himself when he was like that- frigid and battle-hungry, but the thought was fleeting- he had to concentrate.

"All Rogues, concentrate your fire on the SD's aft shield. Sensor data indicates that it is severely weakened. Wingmates, get ready for cover fire. Alliance Cruiser is ready to assist."

He obeyed, making a strafing run at the target then concentrated on covering Wes while his wingmate did the same. They broke away again to lay their fire on incoming TIEs desperate to protect the SD as more and more Rogues targeted the shield. The SD was finished and then the Cruiser moved in for the kill.

Explosions started all over the Stardestroyer and he stared at it- in between the flames was suddenly a face he knew all too well- although it couldn't be- his Mother was standing there, screaming for help…and he was powerless.

"Mother!" he screamed and yet again she slipped through his fingers and he was unable to save her-

Panting as if he had just run for miles, Major Derek "Hobbie" Klivian jerked awake with a gasp, nearly overbalancing and falling over as he found himself in an awkward position, crouched on his carpet and half-leaning against the door frame behind him. His Mother hadn't really been on that Star Destroyer. He allowed himself to breathe again. Bewildered for a moment, he eventually shook his head with a bitter smile as the events of the last hours came back to him. Events that also explained how he had ended up falling asleep on the coarse beige material of the carpet...

tbc