Title: Attack
Author: Figlia Della Musica
Series: Cruelty of the Gods, 9/?
Pairing: Luke/Wedge
Summary: Problems arise, ones that may bode ill for Luke
Warnings: slash, mush
Rating: PG
Archive: SWA-L, anywhere else sure but just ask me first
Author's comments: This too was written at school. I take no responsibility for any resulting oddities. It's not my fault my muse lives at Handley High now!
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October 2001
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The next day, they got back to work on the bonding ceremony, sitting side by side, working quietly, both reading off the same datapad. When they stopped for lunch, the ceremony was nearly finished.
Down in the mess hall, it was now no longer just the Rogues waiting to ask them questions; most of the pilots were. It was exhausting.
Afterwards, they escaped to the observation gallery to watch the stars. Home One was in the middle of empty space, well away from any planets. Other Alliance ships were in different parts of the galaxy, recruiting, encouraging planets to rebel in the void left by Palpatine's death. Some were searching for a new base. Home One, however, contained the majority of High Command, and wasn't about to be risked in the uncertain political conditions.
So there weren't any planets to see from beyond the viewport, but the brilliant starfield glowed brightly, like a symbol of the future.
Wedge stood behind Luke, arms wrapped around the Jedi. Neither of them spoke, but they both were exploring the mental link that was less than twenty-four hours old.
Footsteps sounded behind them. "Hey kid, hey Loverboy," Han said.
Luke and Wedge turned around to see him and Leia entering the gallery. The two dark-haired Rebels were smiling to see them together.
"Taking a break from ceremony-writing?" Leia asked.
Luke nodded. "We're nearly finished, but we're taking a break. Don't want to rush the end, after all."
"I hope this is what you're looking for," Leia commented.
"Yes, well, that's why we're writing it, rather than going with one of the premade ones," Wedge told her.
"Mon Mothma stopped us in the halls to ask if you two are really getting bonded," Han put in. "We told her yeah, and she said to give you guys her congrats."
Wedge took Luke's hand and they smiled at each other.
Hand grinned at them and put his arm around Leia. She leaned into his hold.
That was when the battle alarm went off.
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"Rogue Squadron, report in," Luke said, the routine the same as a million times before, his lips still tingling from that last, traditional kiss from Wedge, the prebattle promise.
"Rogue Five, good to go,"
"Rogue Four, all green,"
"Rogue Twelve, good to go."
The Rogues finished calling in and took off. Luke's gut churned as the Star Destroyer attacking Home One came into view.
The controller's voice echoed over his headset. "Rogue Leader, this isn't going to be an extended battle. Keep the TIEs away from Home One, leave the SD to us."
"Roger that, control." Switching over to the squadron comm frequency, Luke said, "Okay, Rogues, here's the plan. We're protecting Home One from the TIEs only. No TRD games today." He reached out cautiously, using as little concentration as possible to find Wedge. Not enough to distract either of them from the deadly game, but enough to stay aware of each other, and each other's safety.
Immediately, an eyeball came charging at Luke, the pilot probably hoping for the distinction of bagging a Rogue. In his haste, the pilot didn't fly well and Luke converted him and the ship to spacedust with ease.
The battle was surprisingly short. Once the TIEs were gone, and there weren't a lot of them, the X-wings hustled back to Home One and they were off to hyperspace. The Rogues came out fine. Zev had a toasted S-foil, but that was it. Wedge's X-wing set down next to Luke's, and everything went as smoothly after that as always.
The explosion came three days later.
Author: Figlia Della Musica
Series: Cruelty of the Gods, 9/?
Pairing: Luke/Wedge
Summary: Problems arise, ones that may bode ill for Luke
Warnings: slash, mush
Rating: PG
Archive: SWA-L, anywhere else sure but just ask me first
Author's comments: This too was written at school. I take no responsibility for any resulting oddities. It's not my fault my muse lives at Handley High now!
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October 2001
+++++++++
The next day, they got back to work on the bonding ceremony, sitting side by side, working quietly, both reading off the same datapad. When they stopped for lunch, the ceremony was nearly finished.
Down in the mess hall, it was now no longer just the Rogues waiting to ask them questions; most of the pilots were. It was exhausting.
Afterwards, they escaped to the observation gallery to watch the stars. Home One was in the middle of empty space, well away from any planets. Other Alliance ships were in different parts of the galaxy, recruiting, encouraging planets to rebel in the void left by Palpatine's death. Some were searching for a new base. Home One, however, contained the majority of High Command, and wasn't about to be risked in the uncertain political conditions.
So there weren't any planets to see from beyond the viewport, but the brilliant starfield glowed brightly, like a symbol of the future.
Wedge stood behind Luke, arms wrapped around the Jedi. Neither of them spoke, but they both were exploring the mental link that was less than twenty-four hours old.
Footsteps sounded behind them. "Hey kid, hey Loverboy," Han said.
Luke and Wedge turned around to see him and Leia entering the gallery. The two dark-haired Rebels were smiling to see them together.
"Taking a break from ceremony-writing?" Leia asked.
Luke nodded. "We're nearly finished, but we're taking a break. Don't want to rush the end, after all."
"I hope this is what you're looking for," Leia commented.
"Yes, well, that's why we're writing it, rather than going with one of the premade ones," Wedge told her.
"Mon Mothma stopped us in the halls to ask if you two are really getting bonded," Han put in. "We told her yeah, and she said to give you guys her congrats."
Wedge took Luke's hand and they smiled at each other.
Hand grinned at them and put his arm around Leia. She leaned into his hold.
That was when the battle alarm went off.
*********
"Rogue Squadron, report in," Luke said, the routine the same as a million times before, his lips still tingling from that last, traditional kiss from Wedge, the prebattle promise.
"Rogue Five, good to go,"
"Rogue Four, all green,"
"Rogue Twelve, good to go."
The Rogues finished calling in and took off. Luke's gut churned as the Star Destroyer attacking Home One came into view.
The controller's voice echoed over his headset. "Rogue Leader, this isn't going to be an extended battle. Keep the TIEs away from Home One, leave the SD to us."
"Roger that, control." Switching over to the squadron comm frequency, Luke said, "Okay, Rogues, here's the plan. We're protecting Home One from the TIEs only. No TRD games today." He reached out cautiously, using as little concentration as possible to find Wedge. Not enough to distract either of them from the deadly game, but enough to stay aware of each other, and each other's safety.
Immediately, an eyeball came charging at Luke, the pilot probably hoping for the distinction of bagging a Rogue. In his haste, the pilot didn't fly well and Luke converted him and the ship to spacedust with ease.
The battle was surprisingly short. Once the TIEs were gone, and there weren't a lot of them, the X-wings hustled back to Home One and they were off to hyperspace. The Rogues came out fine. Zev had a toasted S-foil, but that was it. Wedge's X-wing set down next to Luke's, and everything went as smoothly after that as always.
The explosion came three days later.