1 Ok, I thought long and hard before deciding to post this. It's another
unfinished chapter, but it has a bit to it so far. I will be working on it
once I get past my midterms this week. Anyway, I'd really appreciate some
feedback…and just out of curiosity, where do you think this should go?
What parts of their history do you want to see? I'd appreciate the
feedback. Thanks!
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3 Ch 11 ~ Together
Rogue Squadron and the Millenium Falcon had arrived home safely. Winter had not wanted to leave Tycho immediately, but both she and Leia had to be debriefed and Admiral Akbar was waiting to debrief Wedge and Tycho. They parted, Winter gaining a promise that Wedge would make sure Tycho saw a doctor as soon as possible. Tycho had rolled his eyes, only causing Wedge to laugh and then they left each other with a slight grin.
After the debrief, Wedge had taken Tycho to the base doctor, both observing on the way that if they got to rest here, things would be good. The doctor thoroughly checked Tycho out, making him stay long enough to place bacta on his ribs until he was certain they had at least healed up a little bit. He gave Wedge some specific instructions on what Tycho shouldn't do. Tycho had grumbled and argued a bit, but in the end, the doctor won out and Tycho agreed. Tycho and Wedge returned to the Squadron's temporary base where Rogue Squadron was based at the moment to find piles of paperwork. On top was an order for rest and re-supply.
"Well, at least we get to rest," Tycho said with a shrug.
"What kind of rest is doing paperwork?" Wedge grumbled, sifting through the pilot.
"Well, you'll make the best of it, I'm sure."
"I'll make the best of it? Exactly what makes you, my second in command, no longer responsible for your share of the paperwork?"
"Well, the Doc did say bed-rest…"
"For less than a day!"
"…and Winter is here, I'd hate to waste that opportunity…"
"Don't even try it! She has her own paperwork to do, I'm sure!"
"…and I promised Leia that we would go out to dinner at some point…"
"She wants to go out to dinner with you?!?"
"Insulted Wedge? After all, you got to crawl through underground tunnels with you. She thought she'd make it up to me."
"You're insufferable," Wedge growled. "Don't even think for a moment that you are getting away with this. Sit down and help me." Tycho looked at Wedge, trying to gage his friends level of temper. "Tycho, don't make me make it an order," Wedge's voice was almost pleading.
"Relax Wedge, I'll help," he grinned at Wedge and the two of the sat down and began the long task of sorting through the piles of data pads.
The two friends spent hours in Wedge's makeshift office for days. They emerged to eat every know and then and to give orders, much to the chagrin of Hobbie and Wes, who had hopped neither of their commanding officers would pay any attention to exactly where they were. Although both seemed to be very busy, each night they would go out. Winter made as much time as she could and if anyone needed to know where either Tycho or Winter was after nine, the answer was simple. Find Winter if you were looking for Tycho, or find Tycho if you were looking for Winter. Wedge would accompany them, and it would be just the three of them, at least for the first few days. Winter soon felt bad and despite Wedge's protests, she found a date for him each night.
As the days went slowly by, each man looked forward to the evening. Wedge to a new surprise, and Tycho to see the woman he was quickly falling in love with. Winter was quickly realizing that there was more to Tycho than the exterior cocky pilot. For his part, Tycho was realizing that Winter's nickname did not do her real personality justice.
Wedge was up early one morning and he found himself down in the weight room, where it was usual to find him on most mornings. He had not gone out with Tycho and Winter the night before, but had met with Fel to talk more about trying to find his sister and Fel's wife. Wedge had been lifting for a while when he heard the soft tread of his best friend's boots behind him.
"About time you got here. Late night with Winter?" he asked curiously, turning to face Tycho. Tycho was dressed in gray workout clothes, with a towel around his neck. His left eye was still purple, which had caused many a raised eye when he went out, but at least he could now see.
"Wedge, what are you doing up? Looks like you've been here for a while."
"Couldn't sleep. Started tackling the backlog of messages, started going nuts with that, so came here to burn some of the energy off." Tycho nodded, sitting down to start his morning workout, a ritual he and Wedge had perfected.
"Anything interesting in your messages?"
"Aside form the marriage proposals, you mean?" Wedge asked with a grin. It was a long standing joke between the two of them, who had started receiving marriage proposals when the Empire had released wanted posters on the two of them.
"I keep telling you, its that Imperial wanted poster. You look handsome."
"You're just angry they used your Academy holo on yours," Wedge shot at Tycho. While both knew this was untrue, Tycho feigned being hurt.
"It may not be a good image of me, but the women, they just love you for the reward."
"Yeah, that's probably it. I did have a message from some folks who want me to run for President of the New Republic."
"We have elections? Do we get to vote?" Tycho snickered from where he was lifting.
"We will. I gather they think I'm a good leader."
"Well, they're clearly not rational," Tycho said, as if explaining all the problems of the world.
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3 Ch 11 ~ Together
Rogue Squadron and the Millenium Falcon had arrived home safely. Winter had not wanted to leave Tycho immediately, but both she and Leia had to be debriefed and Admiral Akbar was waiting to debrief Wedge and Tycho. They parted, Winter gaining a promise that Wedge would make sure Tycho saw a doctor as soon as possible. Tycho had rolled his eyes, only causing Wedge to laugh and then they left each other with a slight grin.
After the debrief, Wedge had taken Tycho to the base doctor, both observing on the way that if they got to rest here, things would be good. The doctor thoroughly checked Tycho out, making him stay long enough to place bacta on his ribs until he was certain they had at least healed up a little bit. He gave Wedge some specific instructions on what Tycho shouldn't do. Tycho had grumbled and argued a bit, but in the end, the doctor won out and Tycho agreed. Tycho and Wedge returned to the Squadron's temporary base where Rogue Squadron was based at the moment to find piles of paperwork. On top was an order for rest and re-supply.
"Well, at least we get to rest," Tycho said with a shrug.
"What kind of rest is doing paperwork?" Wedge grumbled, sifting through the pilot.
"Well, you'll make the best of it, I'm sure."
"I'll make the best of it? Exactly what makes you, my second in command, no longer responsible for your share of the paperwork?"
"Well, the Doc did say bed-rest…"
"For less than a day!"
"…and Winter is here, I'd hate to waste that opportunity…"
"Don't even try it! She has her own paperwork to do, I'm sure!"
"…and I promised Leia that we would go out to dinner at some point…"
"She wants to go out to dinner with you?!?"
"Insulted Wedge? After all, you got to crawl through underground tunnels with you. She thought she'd make it up to me."
"You're insufferable," Wedge growled. "Don't even think for a moment that you are getting away with this. Sit down and help me." Tycho looked at Wedge, trying to gage his friends level of temper. "Tycho, don't make me make it an order," Wedge's voice was almost pleading.
"Relax Wedge, I'll help," he grinned at Wedge and the two of the sat down and began the long task of sorting through the piles of data pads.
The two friends spent hours in Wedge's makeshift office for days. They emerged to eat every know and then and to give orders, much to the chagrin of Hobbie and Wes, who had hopped neither of their commanding officers would pay any attention to exactly where they were. Although both seemed to be very busy, each night they would go out. Winter made as much time as she could and if anyone needed to know where either Tycho or Winter was after nine, the answer was simple. Find Winter if you were looking for Tycho, or find Tycho if you were looking for Winter. Wedge would accompany them, and it would be just the three of them, at least for the first few days. Winter soon felt bad and despite Wedge's protests, she found a date for him each night.
As the days went slowly by, each man looked forward to the evening. Wedge to a new surprise, and Tycho to see the woman he was quickly falling in love with. Winter was quickly realizing that there was more to Tycho than the exterior cocky pilot. For his part, Tycho was realizing that Winter's nickname did not do her real personality justice.
Wedge was up early one morning and he found himself down in the weight room, where it was usual to find him on most mornings. He had not gone out with Tycho and Winter the night before, but had met with Fel to talk more about trying to find his sister and Fel's wife. Wedge had been lifting for a while when he heard the soft tread of his best friend's boots behind him.
"About time you got here. Late night with Winter?" he asked curiously, turning to face Tycho. Tycho was dressed in gray workout clothes, with a towel around his neck. His left eye was still purple, which had caused many a raised eye when he went out, but at least he could now see.
"Wedge, what are you doing up? Looks like you've been here for a while."
"Couldn't sleep. Started tackling the backlog of messages, started going nuts with that, so came here to burn some of the energy off." Tycho nodded, sitting down to start his morning workout, a ritual he and Wedge had perfected.
"Anything interesting in your messages?"
"Aside form the marriage proposals, you mean?" Wedge asked with a grin. It was a long standing joke between the two of them, who had started receiving marriage proposals when the Empire had released wanted posters on the two of them.
"I keep telling you, its that Imperial wanted poster. You look handsome."
"You're just angry they used your Academy holo on yours," Wedge shot at Tycho. While both knew this was untrue, Tycho feigned being hurt.
"It may not be a good image of me, but the women, they just love you for the reward."
"Yeah, that's probably it. I did have a message from some folks who want me to run for President of the New Republic."
"We have elections? Do we get to vote?" Tycho snickered from where he was lifting.
"We will. I gather they think I'm a good leader."
"Well, they're clearly not rational," Tycho said, as if explaining all the problems of the world.