I'm back! I also got my school schedule- I have the same history teacher I this year I had last yer. YIPEE! I start school August 28th so after then, updates are going to be crazy. But, as I promised, here's chapter 7 of "Forbidden Alliances: EDC"
Wedge felt dizzy when he woke up. All he could recall were images of a school, a painfully colored wig, and…Please let that be a dream. He prayed to whatever celestial beings that might be nearby.
He was back home in his apartment on Coursaunt. Iella was right next to him and none of this ever happened. Sooner or later the chrono alarm would go off and it'd be another boring day filling out paperwork and waiting for something interesting to happen. Wes would be walking around with that maniac grin on his face, Hobbie would be as dour as normal, Tycho would be e-mailing Winter when he was supposed to be finishing that report.
Nothing was out of the ordinary. Wes didn't have any kids- Force knew he only had one night stands.
Wishful thinking, General.
He rolled over, expecting, well he didn't know what he was expecting, but he almost went into shock over what he saw.
A living nightmare that haunted his subconscious was sitting there, wearing a grin Wedge (unfortunately) knew all too well. "Have a nice nap, General?" it asked and Wedge responded how any (sane) being would.
He passed out.
"Well, that's one for the record books." Jordan said, propping her legs up on the end of the hospital bed in Riverside's med center. "Twice in half an hour." She looked over at Tycho who was trying to rouse his CO back to consciousness. "Does that happen frequently?"
"If you count telling him his wife fed him plastic covered in pancake batter, it does." Josh said, joining in.
"Don't you two have to get back to class?" Tycho asked.
"No" Josh and Jordan said simultaneously.
A look from Tycho prompted a response. "Well, technically, I do." Josh said.
"I just spend this time in my dorm, hiding from my boss."
"Why?"
"She's pregnant and her jackass husband took off after only a week this time. Oh, hey Leslie. What's up?"
Leslie took a seat in the only other available chair in the room. "Class got out and Jordan, your boss is looking for you."
Jordan groaned. "What the hell does she want this time?" she asked.
"Field trip."
"Ah."
"And you got assigned, well to everyone's least favorite area."
"Crap." She muttered, grabbing her bag. Josh coughed which sounded suspiciously like "Sucker"
"Hey," Jordan said, smacking him upside the head. "You're going too."
"Damn."
"Straight up."
Jordan left, muttering profanities about sadistic superiors.
Fifteen minutes later, Jordan slumped into a seat in Syal Antilles-Fel's office. By New Republic standards, a being ranking somewhat to the equivalent of admiral deserved a larger office. But by EDC standards, it was larger than most. Jordan's office was about the size of two fuel tank storage closets, but it was larger than the office she had had when she started out in Nike Squadron as a lieutenant. She looked over at the person sitting next to her.
"Morning, Neuron."
"Thanks for waking me up, Sparky"
"I didn't make you listen to the sound of water pouring itself over your head. You should be appreciative."
"Yeah, well-" Kyp was cut off by a very pregnant Syal entering the office.
"I see you two woke up."
"Yeah," Jordan said, crossing her legs in a manner that made Syal purse her lips.
"Uh-huh" You think he'd be able to control his hangover. Jordan thought, wishing she had a holocamera to capture the moment.
"So, as you two know, it's that time of the year again."
Jordan and Kyp exchanged glances.
"And we've decided to give the Jedi back the archives from the Old Order."
"So it's a get in, dump the junk and run sort of deal?" Jordan asked. This was sounding better already.
"Yes." Syal said looking at Jordan. "And no," she said, looking at Kyp.
"WHAT?!"
Josh looked up from where he was playing Sabacc with Tycho and Leslie. "Think we should rescue them?" he asked casually.
The three looked at each other. "Nah." They said as one.
Wedge jerked his hand up over his head, but remained unconscious.
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