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Day 1 Afternoon

Luke woke with a start, feeling nauseous. He looked around frantically for a member of his team, but the only person nearby was a member of Green squadron. Luke didn't know him personally, but he'd heard that this guy had a reputation for being a haughty snob, even to his superiors. "Hey!," Luke croaked, trying to get the pilots' attention as he slowly sat up. The pilot turned his head and gave Luke a look of pure contempt.

"Oh, look," he said with a snobbish tone, "our widdle baby boy is awake." Luke kept desperately trying to get a word in, but every time he tried the pilot would just cut him off. Groaning as his nausea got worse, Luke prayed to any deity that might be out there that one of his own pilots would come back before it was too late.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the barracks, two other members of Green squadron were watching, and recording, the interaction between Rogue Leader and their teammate. One, a female, looked at her teammate who was recording the event and asked "do you think we should intervene?" When the other Green member shook his head she responded, "are you sure? Skywalker looks quite nauseated."

Her squadron mate took his eyes off of the action just long enough to give the woman a wicked smile. "I know," he said, "and it looks like my day has finally come. I've had to put up with black hole brain over there since my first day at the academy. We were stuck together for everything from day one. When we defected, it was together, and we've always ended up in the same squadrons. I'm quite sick of his high and mighty attitude. I've waited a long time for the day he'd finally be taken down some pegs, and it looks like that day has finally come." With that, they both went back to watching events unfold.

Wedge, Zev, Hobbie, and Janson were walking back from the mess hall when they saw Dak coming from a nearby bathroom. "Hey!," Zev called to Dak, knowing the rest of their squadron were still in the mess hall. Dak quickly looked over, confused. "If you're out here, who's staying with Luke?," Zev demanded.

Dak looked apologetic. "Sorry, but I didn't know if I could wait until you guys got back, and a guy from Green squadron volunteered to stay with Luke, so I decided to take him up on his offer. I wasn't gone long and am on my way back now," he said sheepishly.

Janson asked Dak to describe the pilot who was with Luke. Not knowing what his friend was getting at, Dak did just that. Janson hissed in exasperation. "That's the guy who clearly wanted to mock Luke for what happened this morning," he growled. At that, the five Rogue pilots rushed back to their barracks and their downed leader.

Luke was starting to hope his team wouldn't get back in time as the unknown pilot kept getting in his face and mocking him. Even if his taunts were getting easier to ignore as the churning in his stomach was getting harder to ignore. "Are you even listening to me?," the guy demanded, getting in Lukes' face just as his stomach finally decided to empty itself.

The Rogues got back to the barracks just in time to witness their leader inadvertently put the snobby Green squadron pilot in his place. Thinking quickly, Zev rushed forward, grabbed the bedpan and held it for Luke, while the unlucky pilot he'd vomited on rushed for the bathroom himself. Luke continued to vomit as Wedge rushed for his comlink to call for a medic. Dak, Janson, and Hobbie stood there in shocked silence for a few seconds before rushing to grab pillows to stifle their uncontrollable laughter.

They weren't the only ones laughing. Two other pilots from Green squadron stood up from where they were watching. The guy was holding a holorecorder, and laughing hysterically. "That was even better than anything I'd imagined," he choked out when he could finally speak. "Snob boy finally got what he deserved. Thanks to commander Skywalker."

While Zev found it just as funny as everyone else when Luke threw up in the Green pilots' face, he didn't have time to laugh. Luke was really sick and needed help. His mirth quickly turned to fear as Luke continued to vomit, and a chill ran down Zevs' spine every time Luke would gag and retch. From across the room, Wedge was talking to a medical droid in the med bay while listening to his commander being sick. Wedge didn't even bother to try to hide the fear in his voice as he told the med droid what was going on.

Luke gave the pilot from Green squadron a weak thumbs up when he finally stopped heaving. Too weak to sit up unaided any longer, Luke listed to the side. He would've fallen over if Zev hadn't been there. Seeing how weak Luke was, Zev quickly set the bedpan aside and sat next to his friend. "Lean on me, Luke," he said as he wrapped his arms around the younger man to support him. Seconds later, Dak rushed up to them with a wet cloth to wash Lukes' face.

It had taken Dak a few moments to get his laughter under control, and when he did, he rushed to the showers to grab a cloth and wet it, knowing Luke would need his face washed. By the time he returned to his miserable friends' side, Zev was sitting with him, trying to comfort him as he moaned weakly. After washing the commanders' face, Dak picked up the bedpan and took it to the showers to wash it out as best he could, seeing as how the bathroom was still occupied. From the sounds coming from the bathroom, the jerk pilot had taken up residence and wasn't leaving anytime soon. Dak smirked as he dropped the cloth in the laundry chute and headed into the showers.

After getting off the comm, Wedge hurried over to Luke and Zev. "The med droid and his assistant are on their way," he told his comrades as he placed a hand on Lukes' forehead. "Wow, he's running a high fever," Wedge muttered, sounding alarmed.

Zev nodded, also worried about how warm Luke was. "His fever was lower earlier today, but now, it spiked again," he told Wedge. Before Wedge could answer, the door opened and the med droid and assistant walked in and headed straight for Luke, who, by this time, had fallen asleep with his head resting on Zevs' shoulder.

After a brief check-over, and assurances to the others that his symptoms were normal for the virus he had contracted, the med droid started an IV and authorized his assistant to give a drug for the nausea if Luke vomited again. This time, she stayed in the room when the droid left. "So, what did I miss?," she asked, curious about the events that had taken place since she'd last checked on her patient not too long before.

Before the Rogues could say anything, the Greens came forward with the holorecorder. "We recorded the entire event," the guy said as he hit the playback button.

Dawn was outraged as she watched the interaction between her patient and the other pilot. She couldn't understand why the others weren't overly angry about the 'widdle baby boy' comment. Although she heard grumbling from the others, for some reason, they didn't seem as outraged as her. 'Unless they know something I don't, she thought angrily. In her twelve years as a med droid assistant, she'd never seen or heard someone treat a sick individual so poorly. As the recording went on, though, her anger faded to amusement as the stuck-up pilot kept getting in Lukes' face, seemingly unaware of how nauseous he clearly was. Dawn, knowing full well where this was going, leaned forward eagerly, unable to erase the anticipatory smile off her face. When Luke projectile vomited in the jerks' face, she lost it, laughing so hard, she fell off the bed and spent the next several moments laughing on the floor.

As much as Zev wanted to laugh with everyone else, he still had Luke's head on his shoulder and he didn't want to shake his commander, for fear the motion might make him sick. So, he sat there and tried to maintain his composure as much as possible. Just as the laughter started to die down, Luke shifted and moaned loudly, moving one hand over his stomach, as he opened his eyes. The assistant, Dawn, the med droid had called her, quickly stopped laughing and grabbed the bed pan, holding it out for Luke just in time. The Rogues stood around nervously while their leader vomited for the second time that day. When he stopped, Dawn wiped his face with a quickly provided cloth and helped one of the pilots lay him down, while a second took the bed pan to wash it out.

Zev didn't pay much attention to what the others were doing as he helped lay Luke out. He did notice, though, when Dawn slipped something into Lukes' IV. When he asked about it, she replied that it was an anti-nausea drug to stop Lukes' vomiting. Zev turned back to Luke when he heard him mutter something about a "homemade sand-skimmer," and made a mental note to ask his superior about it when he was feeling better.

A short time later, the rest of the squadron returned from whatever afternoon duties they were assigned, and everyone was gathered around Luke and was fussing over him when the unlucky pilot finally emerged from the bathroom. "Hey!," he whined, "what about me?"

Dawn barely glanced at him before saying, "just go lay down for awhile, and take it easy the rest of the day. If your superior officers give you any grief, I'll talk to them." The pilot staggered to his bed, grumbling about injustice, when Dawn stood up and walked over to him. "You will be fine in a few hours at most," she snapped, "my patient over there will be down for days." Before the pilot could protest, the door opened and general Rieekan walked in, with Princess Leia right behind him.

Before anyone could say anything, they both marched over to the green pilot, and general Rieekan laid into him. "I understand you've been going around telling the whole base that commander Skywalker had an accident this morning," he barked, angrily. When the pilot tried to protest, the general held up a hand to stop him. "I don't care about your excuses, or the validity of your statement. That's not important to me. What is important is that you are going around mocking a very sick man who can't defend himself. If word gets back to me that you mocked the commander again, in any way, I will personally see to it that you spend the next month doing the dirtiest jobs around the base. Is that clear?" The pilot nodded, and Rieekan turned and walked over to Rogue squadron with Leia following.

"How's commander Skywalker been doing today?," the general asked sympathetically.

Zev shook his head. "Not good at all," he said softly. "Our commander has been running a high fever, he was delirious this morning, he did have two accidents, and he's vomited on two occasions so far." Zev looked over at Luke who was sleeping peacefully. "He's resting well now, but this day's been really rough for him."

General Rieekan winced when Zev went over the events of that day. When he'd heard Luke Skywalker was sick, he thought the young commander just had a mild illness that would slow him down for a couple of days, not a illness that would completely incapacitate him. Looking at the younger man, Rieekan felt very sorry for him. "If anyone mocks Luke in any way, I want to know about it immediately," he said, "what happened this morning was beyond Lukes' control, and I won't stand for anyone mocking him. By the way," he said, looking over the Rogues, "all of Rogue squadron is now on leave until commander Skywalker has fully recovered." With that, he turned and walked out of the barracks.

Leia stayed behind for a few minutes, getting details of events, laughing at the green squadron pilots' misfortune, and placing her hand on Lukes' forehead, before expressing her sympathy for Luke and heading out for a meeting with Mon Mothma.