The Struggle for Freedom: Chapter 9
A/N: Sorry, folks, but this is almost over, a sequel is planned, if you want it. So please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, except my own character.
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Medical Area: A day later
~Meghan's POV~
I yawn and stretch, just waking up from the sleep-induced tranquilizer the medical droids gave me to sleep through the bacta treatment.
I wish I got to stay awake and see what it's like.
The med droids said it was because of my age; they wanted to keep me calm during the treatment.
It's amazing how much I learned over the past two weeks.
How much I've seen.
It's overwhelming.
"How are you doing?" Asks the med droid, approaching me.
"Never felt any better, how did the treatment go?" I ask, smiling.
"Your in prime condition, there's going to be no permanent marks, luckily, and you'll soon feel as good as new." It replies.
Beeper whistles in appreciation, and I smile at the little R2 unit.
"Amazing, since some of those scars look as if they've been there for years." Wedge says, stepping into the Medical area.
I instinctively tense at the sight of him, "Hi, sir."
"Hi, call me Wedge, none of the fancy stuff." He replies softly.
I just stare at him as he continues: "I'm going to be teaching you, if you'd like me to, and I'll help you with your piloting skills, too."
My eyes light up at the offer, "I'd love that, thank you, sir."
He chuckles, "One of these days, you'll have to drop the formalities, but I won't force you into doing it. What would you like to do now?" He asks me.
"Can you tell me a story about one of your adventures, sir? I mean, I don't want intrude-" I trail off.
"Hey, it's okay, I can do whatever I can that is possible, don't sweat it," he says softly, offering his hand.
I tense, wondering if I can actually do this.
I look at the hand.
I promised not to trust humans after the last beating, but he hasn't done anything ever since I met him.
Even after all the mistakes that I made.
I hesitate a little longer,
and then.
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Same Place: Same Time
~Wedge's POV~
I hold my breath, hoping that she'll take my hand.
Maybe I'm pushing too much, maybe she's not ready for this.
I hope she is.
Smiling, she takes my hand, and shakes it.
I feel all the muscles tense in her arm, ready to jerk away at any moment.
But still, it's a victory.
"Great, I'll tell you my story about how I ended up in the Rebel Alliance." I say softly, feeling this is more of a victory than all the other ones I had combined.
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Cafeteria: Two weeks later
~Meghan's POV~
I laugh along with the other pilots at Wes's story.
I've changed a lot in the two weeks being here.
I'm not nervous with large groups of humans anymore.
And I can have physical contact with other humans.
I'm still nervous around strangers, and I think it's going to be a permanent thing.
Also, I still call everyone "sir".
"That's a great story, Wes," I manage to say in-between laughs.
I jerk up, making some excuse about having to do something as I get up to leave.
"Hey," Wedge says softly, grabbing my arm, making me tense a little. "It's alright, your one of us, you can stop saying 'sir' all the time."
All the pilots nod, showing their agreement.
I hesitate, and then reluctantly sit down again. "Thank you."
Jan walks over to me, "I found a family for you to live at," he says, smiling merrily.
My heart sinks at these words, realizing that I have to leave soon, "Where, Jan?" I ask, dreading the answer.
"Here," he says, smiling at the look of pure joy that spreads across my face. "Welcome to the Rebel Alliance, Meghan."
I squeal happily at these words, "Thank you, thank you so much." I say, hugging him; all the pilots surrounding me, congratulating me.
He leaves, and I turn to the others, "Well, I'll guess I'll tell you my story, now, since you should know."
I slowly tell my story, not leaving one detail out, as the horrified pilots listened on.
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Death Star: A month later
"I lost Artoo!!!" Luke shouts frantically over his comlink.
I feel as if I got punched in the stomach, there's no way that Luke can destroy the Death Star without someone's help.
And the help is me.
All the other pilots are either dead or damaged.
'Here we go' I think as I dive into the trench, cutting my throttle down a little to get behind the TIES.
"Meghan what are you doing?!" Wedge demands over the comlink.
"I'm helping Luke out, and stopping this monstrosity," I snap, firing at the TIES.
Beeper shrieks, probably hoping not to die in this escapade. "Put 75% of the power into the shields, Beeper, that'll keep them at least for a while." I order, still firing on the TIES.
Beeper squawks, saying something about stupidity.
I ignore the rebuke, still firing on the TIES.
The other TIE, on the right side, explodes. "Red 4, did you do that?" Base asks.
"No, I was aiming at the other one," I say bewildered.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! We're all clear, kids so lets blow this thing, and go home."
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Ceremony: A day later
I fidget nervously in my new green jumpsuit.
There are so many people here.
The doors open, and I look up to see Princess Leia at the end of the room.
I start walking down, Luke next to me, with Han and Chewbecca behind us.
Princess Leia gives us a smile when we reach her, bowing respectfully.
I look at her in the eyes as she reaches for the medals nearby.
And I put my head down again as she drapes the medal around my neck.
After Luke and Han get medals, we turn back to the audience.
The applause is deafening.
If only Arianna could see me now.
TBC.
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A/N: Epilogue coming up soon, folks, and I'm planning a sequel if there's enough reviews. So please read and review.
A/N: Sorry, folks, but this is almost over, a sequel is planned, if you want it. So please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, except my own character.
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Medical Area: A day later
~Meghan's POV~
I yawn and stretch, just waking up from the sleep-induced tranquilizer the medical droids gave me to sleep through the bacta treatment.
I wish I got to stay awake and see what it's like.
The med droids said it was because of my age; they wanted to keep me calm during the treatment.
It's amazing how much I learned over the past two weeks.
How much I've seen.
It's overwhelming.
"How are you doing?" Asks the med droid, approaching me.
"Never felt any better, how did the treatment go?" I ask, smiling.
"Your in prime condition, there's going to be no permanent marks, luckily, and you'll soon feel as good as new." It replies.
Beeper whistles in appreciation, and I smile at the little R2 unit.
"Amazing, since some of those scars look as if they've been there for years." Wedge says, stepping into the Medical area.
I instinctively tense at the sight of him, "Hi, sir."
"Hi, call me Wedge, none of the fancy stuff." He replies softly.
I just stare at him as he continues: "I'm going to be teaching you, if you'd like me to, and I'll help you with your piloting skills, too."
My eyes light up at the offer, "I'd love that, thank you, sir."
He chuckles, "One of these days, you'll have to drop the formalities, but I won't force you into doing it. What would you like to do now?" He asks me.
"Can you tell me a story about one of your adventures, sir? I mean, I don't want intrude-" I trail off.
"Hey, it's okay, I can do whatever I can that is possible, don't sweat it," he says softly, offering his hand.
I tense, wondering if I can actually do this.
I look at the hand.
I promised not to trust humans after the last beating, but he hasn't done anything ever since I met him.
Even after all the mistakes that I made.
I hesitate a little longer,
and then.
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Same Place: Same Time
~Wedge's POV~
I hold my breath, hoping that she'll take my hand.
Maybe I'm pushing too much, maybe she's not ready for this.
I hope she is.
Smiling, she takes my hand, and shakes it.
I feel all the muscles tense in her arm, ready to jerk away at any moment.
But still, it's a victory.
"Great, I'll tell you my story about how I ended up in the Rebel Alliance." I say softly, feeling this is more of a victory than all the other ones I had combined.
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Cafeteria: Two weeks later
~Meghan's POV~
I laugh along with the other pilots at Wes's story.
I've changed a lot in the two weeks being here.
I'm not nervous with large groups of humans anymore.
And I can have physical contact with other humans.
I'm still nervous around strangers, and I think it's going to be a permanent thing.
Also, I still call everyone "sir".
"That's a great story, Wes," I manage to say in-between laughs.
I jerk up, making some excuse about having to do something as I get up to leave.
"Hey," Wedge says softly, grabbing my arm, making me tense a little. "It's alright, your one of us, you can stop saying 'sir' all the time."
All the pilots nod, showing their agreement.
I hesitate, and then reluctantly sit down again. "Thank you."
Jan walks over to me, "I found a family for you to live at," he says, smiling merrily.
My heart sinks at these words, realizing that I have to leave soon, "Where, Jan?" I ask, dreading the answer.
"Here," he says, smiling at the look of pure joy that spreads across my face. "Welcome to the Rebel Alliance, Meghan."
I squeal happily at these words, "Thank you, thank you so much." I say, hugging him; all the pilots surrounding me, congratulating me.
He leaves, and I turn to the others, "Well, I'll guess I'll tell you my story, now, since you should know."
I slowly tell my story, not leaving one detail out, as the horrified pilots listened on.
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Death Star: A month later
"I lost Artoo!!!" Luke shouts frantically over his comlink.
I feel as if I got punched in the stomach, there's no way that Luke can destroy the Death Star without someone's help.
And the help is me.
All the other pilots are either dead or damaged.
'Here we go' I think as I dive into the trench, cutting my throttle down a little to get behind the TIES.
"Meghan what are you doing?!" Wedge demands over the comlink.
"I'm helping Luke out, and stopping this monstrosity," I snap, firing at the TIES.
Beeper shrieks, probably hoping not to die in this escapade. "Put 75% of the power into the shields, Beeper, that'll keep them at least for a while." I order, still firing on the TIES.
Beeper squawks, saying something about stupidity.
I ignore the rebuke, still firing on the TIES.
The other TIE, on the right side, explodes. "Red 4, did you do that?" Base asks.
"No, I was aiming at the other one," I say bewildered.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! We're all clear, kids so lets blow this thing, and go home."
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Ceremony: A day later
I fidget nervously in my new green jumpsuit.
There are so many people here.
The doors open, and I look up to see Princess Leia at the end of the room.
I start walking down, Luke next to me, with Han and Chewbecca behind us.
Princess Leia gives us a smile when we reach her, bowing respectfully.
I look at her in the eyes as she reaches for the medals nearby.
And I put my head down again as she drapes the medal around my neck.
After Luke and Han get medals, we turn back to the audience.
The applause is deafening.
If only Arianna could see me now.
TBC.
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A/N: Epilogue coming up soon, folks, and I'm planning a sequel if there's enough reviews. So please read and review.
