Chapter Three
After dropping the twins off, Destiny took the hovercar over to the hangars that housed the famed Rouge Squadron.
Destiny grinned. Having parents in high places sure came in handy.
The dark-haired man waiting for her outside smiled as she walked up to him. "When you going to join the Rogues, Solo?" he asked.
"Any time they'll take me, General Antilles," Destiny replied. General Wedge Antilles was an old friend of her parents, not to mention one of the greatest pilots the Rebel Alliance ever produced.
Wedge grinned. "Got an X-wing prepped and ready for you, Destiny," he said. "If you can fly one of those as well as your father could, I'll give you a commision right now," he grinned.
Destiny laughed. "My dad's never flown an X-wing," she chuckled. "Just that bucket of bolts he refuses to scrap."
Wedge suddenly looked uncomfortable. "I - ah well, I mean your father's a great pilot, Destiny," he stammered. "I'm sure he could fly anything."
Destiny looked at Wedge strangely. He was probably right. Her dad always loved telling stories about dodging Imperial troops and Star Destroyers. Luckily she had grown up during a time of peace. The last remnants of the Empire were defeated a few years after she was born. She was too young then to even remember any of the fighting.
She hopped in the X-wing and brought the canopy down. "Alright Artoo," she said, acknowledging her family's faithful droid. "Time for some real flying."
"Solo One, you are cleared for takeoff," the controller's voice buzzed in her ear.
She took off and quickly broke for the clouds. Artoo let loose an electronic squwak, but Destiny ignored him. She entered the upper atmosphere and her mouth dropped open.
She had been in space before, but it still amazed her every time. Wedge hadn't been too far off when he asked if she would ever join Rogue Squadron. And she hadn't been lying when she said she would join any time they would take her. Flying was in Destiny's blood; there was no denying it.
She let loose a loud "whoop!" and executed a barrel roll, and then drove her X-wing into a steep dive to avoid space garbage. The battle to take Coruscant had been long and costly. Over a decade since the Republic had established itself there once again, there were still burnt out hulks floating in orbit.
"Solo, be careful," came Wedge's response. "If you blow yourself into tiny particles your parents will kill me."
"Yessir," Destiny replied. She'd be careful. But that didn't mean she wouldn't have a little fun.
Up ahead loomed the wreckage that had once been an Imperial Star Destroyer. Artoo whistled at her. "Come on, Artoo, it'll be fun," she said.
Artoo didn't sound so sure. He made a noise that sounded like an electronic sigh, and Destiny grinned. "Knew you'd see it my way," she said.
She divebombed into the heart of the gutted ship. "Solo One, what do you think you're doing?" Wedge tried to ask calmly.
"Awww come on General Antilles," she chided. "This has got to be somewhat like making a run on the second Death Star."
She twisted and turned at high speed, and then kicked it in even higher. She had never flown this fast before. She was going at breakneck speed, barely in control of her tiny X-wing.
And she loved it.
As she shot out the other side, she heard a respectful whistle in her ear. "Solo, you were born to walk the sky."
After dropping the twins off, Destiny took the hovercar over to the hangars that housed the famed Rouge Squadron.
Destiny grinned. Having parents in high places sure came in handy.
The dark-haired man waiting for her outside smiled as she walked up to him. "When you going to join the Rogues, Solo?" he asked.
"Any time they'll take me, General Antilles," Destiny replied. General Wedge Antilles was an old friend of her parents, not to mention one of the greatest pilots the Rebel Alliance ever produced.
Wedge grinned. "Got an X-wing prepped and ready for you, Destiny," he said. "If you can fly one of those as well as your father could, I'll give you a commision right now," he grinned.
Destiny laughed. "My dad's never flown an X-wing," she chuckled. "Just that bucket of bolts he refuses to scrap."
Wedge suddenly looked uncomfortable. "I - ah well, I mean your father's a great pilot, Destiny," he stammered. "I'm sure he could fly anything."
Destiny looked at Wedge strangely. He was probably right. Her dad always loved telling stories about dodging Imperial troops and Star Destroyers. Luckily she had grown up during a time of peace. The last remnants of the Empire were defeated a few years after she was born. She was too young then to even remember any of the fighting.
She hopped in the X-wing and brought the canopy down. "Alright Artoo," she said, acknowledging her family's faithful droid. "Time for some real flying."
"Solo One, you are cleared for takeoff," the controller's voice buzzed in her ear.
She took off and quickly broke for the clouds. Artoo let loose an electronic squwak, but Destiny ignored him. She entered the upper atmosphere and her mouth dropped open.
She had been in space before, but it still amazed her every time. Wedge hadn't been too far off when he asked if she would ever join Rogue Squadron. And she hadn't been lying when she said she would join any time they would take her. Flying was in Destiny's blood; there was no denying it.
She let loose a loud "whoop!" and executed a barrel roll, and then drove her X-wing into a steep dive to avoid space garbage. The battle to take Coruscant had been long and costly. Over a decade since the Republic had established itself there once again, there were still burnt out hulks floating in orbit.
"Solo, be careful," came Wedge's response. "If you blow yourself into tiny particles your parents will kill me."
"Yessir," Destiny replied. She'd be careful. But that didn't mean she wouldn't have a little fun.
Up ahead loomed the wreckage that had once been an Imperial Star Destroyer. Artoo whistled at her. "Come on, Artoo, it'll be fun," she said.
Artoo didn't sound so sure. He made a noise that sounded like an electronic sigh, and Destiny grinned. "Knew you'd see it my way," she said.
She divebombed into the heart of the gutted ship. "Solo One, what do you think you're doing?" Wedge tried to ask calmly.
"Awww come on General Antilles," she chided. "This has got to be somewhat like making a run on the second Death Star."
She twisted and turned at high speed, and then kicked it in even higher. She had never flown this fast before. She was going at breakneck speed, barely in control of her tiny X-wing.
And she loved it.
As she shot out the other side, she heard a respectful whistle in her ear. "Solo, you were born to walk the sky."