Lost and Found:
"Are you sure this is where Colonel Darklighter said?" asked the pilot.
"I'm positive. He said he watched Lieutenant Solo dive into the atmosphere, hoping to get away, and then he didn't see or hear from her after that." His copilot said.
"Well, I don't see anything." said the pilot.
"Keep looking. Darklighter will be ticked if we don't come back without anything. He's still holding onto the hope that she's still alive. Kind of sad, really." The copilot said, adjusting her head set.
"Yeah, I know."
"You know, this is really getting hopeless. There's a settlement to the west. When we get there, if we still haven't found anything, let's throw the towel in, ok?" said the Rebel.
"I copy."
They swooped low, skimming the treetops, looking for any evidence that Jaina Solo was dead.
"Sithspawn!" cried the copilot. "Hawks, turn around!"
"What? Wha'd you see, Liana?"
"Just go back!" she shouted.
"Ok, ok already. Don't have a nerf!" Hawks pulled the small transport back into a loop, to where the jungle had been burned away, in a small clearing, from where a x-wing had crashed.
"Oh, Sith…" he murmured. He turned to look at Liana, who was pale in the face. "Want me to set down?" His copilot nodded, still staring at the charred forest. "You ok, Li?"
"I never thought we'd actually find anything…" she whispered. "Oh, oh, Sith, what do we tell the Colonel?"
"Well, let's look. Maybe she's ok." Hawks tried to sound convincing. They unbuckled their crash webbing and made their way to the ramp. Liana stepped out the doorway, and stared disbelieving at the broken, burned x-wing before her.
"Go check the cockpit for survivors." Liana commanded Hawks. He nodded, and walked over to where the nose of the x-wing was. It was bashed in pretty good, and the canopy was gone. He couldn't really see into it, but he didn't want to look in and see what was in there.
"No survivors." he whispered, shaking his head. "Sorry, Solo." He whispered to the x-wing.
"Let's go, shall we, Hawks? We don't need to be here much longer. Might want to grab a holo of the site though. I'm sure the Rogues won't believe us."
"Gotcha."
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Gavin felt sick to his stomach. "No," he whispered. "No, no, it can't be true. Not Solo. Not Solo."
He studied the report in front of him, reading it through a second time, just to be sure he'd read it right. He shook his head. 'Solo was one of the most promising…' he thought regretfully. 'Well, the squad has to know.' He rose to go gather everyone for a meeting.
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"No. Not Jaina! It can't be!" yelled Nika, rising from her seat. "Are you sure? Maybe she ejected! Did your search team think of that?"
"Nika. The pilot looked into the cockpit. He wrote, 'No survivors.' I'm pretty sure he wasn't lying.
"Then why didn't he bring her back?" whispered Cariista.
"From what I got out of the report, the transport was too small to take the x-wing and there was nothing…left…to take…" Gavin trailed off uncertainly. He gauged his squadron's reactions. Cariista looked numb, Nika looked outraged…everyone was disbelieving. Gavin found it hard to swallow himself. Someone cleared his throat. Gavin looked up, and saw Wedge Antilles in the doorway.
"Gavin, I'm sorry…" Wedge murmured. "You want to tell Han and Leia, or you want me to do it?"
Gavin winced. "I hadn't even thought about that…I'll do it. Thanks, though."
"Has anyone told Jag?" Wedge asked softly.
"No. You can, he's your nephew."
Wedge gave him a tight-lipped smile. "I'll go do that then."
* * *
Wedge rapped softly on the door. Jag opened the door.
"Hey, Uncle." Jag said.
"Hey. You got a minute?"
"Sure. What's up?" Jag asked.
"Sit down, Jag." His uncle said. Jag sat, frowning slightly. "Jag…we've found Jaina's x-wing. She's gone, Jag." Jag paled considerably. Uncomfortable silence reigned.
"I'm sorry, Jag."
Jag stared forward, not responding. "No…" he whispered.
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Jaina leapt onto another tree branch, when the mechanical roar of engines filled the air. She whirled, watching a transport turn and drop to the surface.
"Good Lords of the Sith…" she murmured. "That's where my ship would have crashed! Their looking for me!" she began to run back ion the direction she had come from, using the Force to levitate her droid with her. She froze in mid dash. "Sith! They won't find me! They'll find the wreckage of my x-wing ~ and think the worst! Sithspit!"
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"Are you sure this is where Colonel Darklighter said?" asked the pilot.
"I'm positive. He said he watched Lieutenant Solo dive into the atmosphere, hoping to get away, and then he didn't see or hear from her after that." His copilot said.
"Well, I don't see anything." said the pilot.
"Keep looking. Darklighter will be ticked if we don't come back without anything. He's still holding onto the hope that she's still alive. Kind of sad, really." The copilot said, adjusting her head set.
"Yeah, I know."
"You know, this is really getting hopeless. There's a settlement to the west. When we get there, if we still haven't found anything, let's throw the towel in, ok?" said the Rebel.
"I copy."
They swooped low, skimming the treetops, looking for any evidence that Jaina Solo was dead.
"Sithspawn!" cried the copilot. "Hawks, turn around!"
"What? Wha'd you see, Liana?"
"Just go back!" she shouted.
"Ok, ok already. Don't have a nerf!" Hawks pulled the small transport back into a loop, to where the jungle had been burned away, in a small clearing, from where a x-wing had crashed.
"Oh, Sith…" he murmured. He turned to look at Liana, who was pale in the face. "Want me to set down?" His copilot nodded, still staring at the charred forest. "You ok, Li?"
"I never thought we'd actually find anything…" she whispered. "Oh, oh, Sith, what do we tell the Colonel?"
"Well, let's look. Maybe she's ok." Hawks tried to sound convincing. They unbuckled their crash webbing and made their way to the ramp. Liana stepped out the doorway, and stared disbelieving at the broken, burned x-wing before her.
"Go check the cockpit for survivors." Liana commanded Hawks. He nodded, and walked over to where the nose of the x-wing was. It was bashed in pretty good, and the canopy was gone. He couldn't really see into it, but he didn't want to look in and see what was in there.
"No survivors." he whispered, shaking his head. "Sorry, Solo." He whispered to the x-wing.
"Let's go, shall we, Hawks? We don't need to be here much longer. Might want to grab a holo of the site though. I'm sure the Rogues won't believe us."
"Gotcha."
* * *
Gavin felt sick to his stomach. "No," he whispered. "No, no, it can't be true. Not Solo. Not Solo."
He studied the report in front of him, reading it through a second time, just to be sure he'd read it right. He shook his head. 'Solo was one of the most promising…' he thought regretfully. 'Well, the squad has to know.' He rose to go gather everyone for a meeting.
* * *
"No. Not Jaina! It can't be!" yelled Nika, rising from her seat. "Are you sure? Maybe she ejected! Did your search team think of that?"
"Nika. The pilot looked into the cockpit. He wrote, 'No survivors.' I'm pretty sure he wasn't lying.
"Then why didn't he bring her back?" whispered Cariista.
"From what I got out of the report, the transport was too small to take the x-wing and there was nothing…left…to take…" Gavin trailed off uncertainly. He gauged his squadron's reactions. Cariista looked numb, Nika looked outraged…everyone was disbelieving. Gavin found it hard to swallow himself. Someone cleared his throat. Gavin looked up, and saw Wedge Antilles in the doorway.
"Gavin, I'm sorry…" Wedge murmured. "You want to tell Han and Leia, or you want me to do it?"
Gavin winced. "I hadn't even thought about that…I'll do it. Thanks, though."
"Has anyone told Jag?" Wedge asked softly.
"No. You can, he's your nephew."
Wedge gave him a tight-lipped smile. "I'll go do that then."
* * *
Wedge rapped softly on the door. Jag opened the door.
"Hey, Uncle." Jag said.
"Hey. You got a minute?"
"Sure. What's up?" Jag asked.
"Sit down, Jag." His uncle said. Jag sat, frowning slightly. "Jag…we've found Jaina's x-wing. She's gone, Jag." Jag paled considerably. Uncomfortable silence reigned.
"I'm sorry, Jag."
Jag stared forward, not responding. "No…" he whispered.
* * *
Jaina leapt onto another tree branch, when the mechanical roar of engines filled the air. She whirled, watching a transport turn and drop to the surface.
"Good Lords of the Sith…" she murmured. "That's where my ship would have crashed! Their looking for me!" she began to run back ion the direction she had come from, using the Force to levitate her droid with her. She froze in mid dash. "Sith! They won't find me! They'll find the wreckage of my x-wing ~ and think the worst! Sithspit!"
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