"This has gone too far. I think the time has come."
"Now, do you think we are ready?"
"We have no choice, its getting out of hand. I don't know how much longer we can keep this up. Have you seen what is going on. Its far beyond anything I could have imagined. They are killing innocent people. They are stealing from farmers and workers. Destroying labs, people's life's work. We are so unorganized but this, this is simply too much."
"I assume you have heard the news."
"Which news?"
"We are requested on Im-dep9. Kannto, system. Research facility, they want you to supervise the deployment of our latest toy."
"How do you know they want me?"
"I took a message for you while you were making contact with the boy."
"Ah, the boy. I hope we can count on him. Its just such a risk. All these years, and we don't even know how he will react."
"Should we send a message?"
"No. They will not react to a transmition. Someone will have to go in person."
"I will go."
"Are you sure you want to do this? You risk execution if you are caught, by both sides no less. I can't ask you to do this."
"I am volunteering. Let me go, please. I've been a part of too much evil. Please let me go. I won't fail you captain."
"Set our course. Prepare a shuttle. I will make contact again."
General Addick walked briskly along the airstrip passing hoards or saluting pilots and busy personnel. Droids and technicians work on the various craft. X-Wings and Y-Wings, transports, freighters, anything that will fly can be found at the Sioul Airstrip. Addick was not in the mood today, the veteran soldier strutted eagerly to confront his son.
"Commander Winxo, where is my son?"
"Ah, good day General, I think he went over to hangar 15, buddy of his was having trouble with an R2 unit. He should be back in a few minutes."
"Can you please call him for me"
"No problem" The commander reached down to his belt and plucked a small cylindrical device from his belt, he spoke into it. "Dog One to Addick, Addick do you copy?"
"I'm here, whats sup chief?"
"I'm here with your father, he wants to speak with you"
"Alright I'll be right there."
In a few moments, Young Donovan Addick came whistling up on a small hover craft. He sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the flat bed as an R2 unit 'manned' the controls. He waived his hand to signal the R2 to stop and proceeded to jump on the hover craft and move towards his father.
"Father. What brings you out here? I thought you weren't coming until sundown, didn't you have a meeting with your advisors?"
They embrace. The General stern disposition is lifted as the sight of seeing his son in his bring orange flight suit stirs and emotional response within him.
"I came to see my son. From what your classmates told me, you were pretty shaken out there. I see you must be feeling better since you are running around trying to fix the whole world all of a sudden."
"Like father like son, right?"
The General smiled. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked upon his son. Donovan was the spitting image of his former self, full of the same energy and talent, ambition and pride. The two men looked almost as clones, both were identical height and build. Their tanned skin and dark brown hair identical shades. Perhaps their only difference was in their ages, Donovan being only 20 while his father already shown hints of silver in his rugged, but well-kept beard. Donovan smiled back at his father.
"My advisors are but a trifle. All is well, Addick men do not need advice! Come let's talk."
General Addick puts his arm around his son's shoulders as they walk back toward the hover craft and Lieutenant Orehn, waiting by the main building. The trio speeds off down the avenue back toward the mayors mansion on the west side of the city. Inside, Addick stands with his arms folder behind his back, looking out a window onto a garden with fountains. Birds come and drink and flap around to wash themselves. Donovan enters, still wearing his orange flight suit.
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"You want to tell me what happened up there yesterday? You weren't doing anything difficult and yet you almost lost it completely. That's not like you, I know you better."
"I know, its not like me at all. I am usually so relaxed, but I had another one of those flashes. Never before while I was flying. It scared the hell outta me!"
"It's a good thing we installed those back up systems, you were way out of control, I saw the tapes. How frequent are the flashes nowadays?"
"They're a lot worse. Almost everyday. I don't remember ever getting them this badly before."
"Me neither. Perhaps its just something that comes with age. Maybe we should take you to see the medical team over at the University."
"Well not tonight, I took this morning off, I am going up tonight! No way am I am gonna let those slackers from the academy try and get the jump on me."
The General smiles and shakes his head jokingly. "Arrogance will be your undoing. Confidence is essential, but you need to know where you stand. You're still very young, you have a lot to learn about flying."
Donovan nods in agreement. His eagerness and motivation aside, he understands his role as a pilot of the new Rebellion. At that moment, Lt. Orehn rushes in with some urgency.
"General."
"What is it Lieutenant?"
"Something you should take a look at. Scanners just picked it up."
Lt. Orehn hands the General a thin metal device about the size of a pad. He pushes a few on-screen buttons and sees a confirmation on the scanner. An imperial shuttle orbiting the planet.
"Any others?"
"No, just the one, hasn't landed yet, I can't seem to locate his drop zone. I don't think he knows where to land."
"Of course not, there are no military bases on this planet, where would he land. He doesn't know about this city and I would like to keep it that way. Send X-Wings, escort him to land on the outskirts of Rolenne, near the farms. There is an old cargo platform, we'll take the underground and meet you there." The General peers over his shoulder at his son who is waiting eagerly for his orders. "What are you waiting for, get to your ship!"
Lt. Orehn and Gen Addick break toward their transport, Donovan runs to his own hover bike so he can get back to his X-Wing for his first real mission in space. The General pulls a com-link from his belt and barks out orders to the Rebel Airstrip.
"I want 3 fighters, Delta Formation, cover the craft and escort it down to the old Rolenne platform. Establish radio contact but do not identify yourselves. Repeat! DO NOT identify. Keep a close watch on the scanners, if you see anything besides that one transport, I want you to return to the surface and regroup. We have no telling what they're up to."
"Now, do you think we are ready?"
"We have no choice, its getting out of hand. I don't know how much longer we can keep this up. Have you seen what is going on. Its far beyond anything I could have imagined. They are killing innocent people. They are stealing from farmers and workers. Destroying labs, people's life's work. We are so unorganized but this, this is simply too much."
"I assume you have heard the news."
"Which news?"
"We are requested on Im-dep9. Kannto, system. Research facility, they want you to supervise the deployment of our latest toy."
"How do you know they want me?"
"I took a message for you while you were making contact with the boy."
"Ah, the boy. I hope we can count on him. Its just such a risk. All these years, and we don't even know how he will react."
"Should we send a message?"
"No. They will not react to a transmition. Someone will have to go in person."
"I will go."
"Are you sure you want to do this? You risk execution if you are caught, by both sides no less. I can't ask you to do this."
"I am volunteering. Let me go, please. I've been a part of too much evil. Please let me go. I won't fail you captain."
"Set our course. Prepare a shuttle. I will make contact again."
General Addick walked briskly along the airstrip passing hoards or saluting pilots and busy personnel. Droids and technicians work on the various craft. X-Wings and Y-Wings, transports, freighters, anything that will fly can be found at the Sioul Airstrip. Addick was not in the mood today, the veteran soldier strutted eagerly to confront his son.
"Commander Winxo, where is my son?"
"Ah, good day General, I think he went over to hangar 15, buddy of his was having trouble with an R2 unit. He should be back in a few minutes."
"Can you please call him for me"
"No problem" The commander reached down to his belt and plucked a small cylindrical device from his belt, he spoke into it. "Dog One to Addick, Addick do you copy?"
"I'm here, whats sup chief?"
"I'm here with your father, he wants to speak with you"
"Alright I'll be right there."
In a few moments, Young Donovan Addick came whistling up on a small hover craft. He sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the flat bed as an R2 unit 'manned' the controls. He waived his hand to signal the R2 to stop and proceeded to jump on the hover craft and move towards his father.
"Father. What brings you out here? I thought you weren't coming until sundown, didn't you have a meeting with your advisors?"
They embrace. The General stern disposition is lifted as the sight of seeing his son in his bring orange flight suit stirs and emotional response within him.
"I came to see my son. From what your classmates told me, you were pretty shaken out there. I see you must be feeling better since you are running around trying to fix the whole world all of a sudden."
"Like father like son, right?"
The General smiled. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked upon his son. Donovan was the spitting image of his former self, full of the same energy and talent, ambition and pride. The two men looked almost as clones, both were identical height and build. Their tanned skin and dark brown hair identical shades. Perhaps their only difference was in their ages, Donovan being only 20 while his father already shown hints of silver in his rugged, but well-kept beard. Donovan smiled back at his father.
"My advisors are but a trifle. All is well, Addick men do not need advice! Come let's talk."
General Addick puts his arm around his son's shoulders as they walk back toward the hover craft and Lieutenant Orehn, waiting by the main building. The trio speeds off down the avenue back toward the mayors mansion on the west side of the city. Inside, Addick stands with his arms folder behind his back, looking out a window onto a garden with fountains. Birds come and drink and flap around to wash themselves. Donovan enters, still wearing his orange flight suit.
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"You want to tell me what happened up there yesterday? You weren't doing anything difficult and yet you almost lost it completely. That's not like you, I know you better."
"I know, its not like me at all. I am usually so relaxed, but I had another one of those flashes. Never before while I was flying. It scared the hell outta me!"
"It's a good thing we installed those back up systems, you were way out of control, I saw the tapes. How frequent are the flashes nowadays?"
"They're a lot worse. Almost everyday. I don't remember ever getting them this badly before."
"Me neither. Perhaps its just something that comes with age. Maybe we should take you to see the medical team over at the University."
"Well not tonight, I took this morning off, I am going up tonight! No way am I am gonna let those slackers from the academy try and get the jump on me."
The General smiles and shakes his head jokingly. "Arrogance will be your undoing. Confidence is essential, but you need to know where you stand. You're still very young, you have a lot to learn about flying."
Donovan nods in agreement. His eagerness and motivation aside, he understands his role as a pilot of the new Rebellion. At that moment, Lt. Orehn rushes in with some urgency.
"General."
"What is it Lieutenant?"
"Something you should take a look at. Scanners just picked it up."
Lt. Orehn hands the General a thin metal device about the size of a pad. He pushes a few on-screen buttons and sees a confirmation on the scanner. An imperial shuttle orbiting the planet.
"Any others?"
"No, just the one, hasn't landed yet, I can't seem to locate his drop zone. I don't think he knows where to land."
"Of course not, there are no military bases on this planet, where would he land. He doesn't know about this city and I would like to keep it that way. Send X-Wings, escort him to land on the outskirts of Rolenne, near the farms. There is an old cargo platform, we'll take the underground and meet you there." The General peers over his shoulder at his son who is waiting eagerly for his orders. "What are you waiting for, get to your ship!"
Lt. Orehn and Gen Addick break toward their transport, Donovan runs to his own hover bike so he can get back to his X-Wing for his first real mission in space. The General pulls a com-link from his belt and barks out orders to the Rebel Airstrip.
"I want 3 fighters, Delta Formation, cover the craft and escort it down to the old Rolenne platform. Establish radio contact but do not identify yourselves. Repeat! DO NOT identify. Keep a close watch on the scanners, if you see anything besides that one transport, I want you to return to the surface and regroup. We have no telling what they're up to."