The Struggle for Freedom: Epilogue
A/N: Thank you, everyone who reviewed, and due to demand, the sequel is coming. This is the end of the fanfic, folks, sequel is going to be up soon. I know you want this longer, but I think this is a good way to end it. The sequel is worth it. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, just my character.
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Hoth Base: Two months later
~Meghan's POV~
Geez, can this place be any colder?
I wanted to see the galaxy, but this is ridiculous.
I wander down the hallways, looking for Wedge; it's time for another lesson in school.
I smile at the thought of finishing my education.
Who knew that less than a year ago I was a slave who dreamed of freedom?
He says I'm doing really well, at the junior high school level already.
Everyone's amazed on how fast I'm learning, and they're planning a party when I get through the junior high level.
I never felt such at home.
"Will Lieutenant Meghan please come to the docking bay, you're needed." The voice over the loudspeaker says.
Another thing, since the Death Star battle, I'm a lieutenant.
I jog over to the said location, wondering what's going on.
I reach the docking bay to see a huge crowd in front of a shuttle that's landing.
I push through the crowd to Carlist Rieeken, who's in the front, "What's going on?" I ask.
"We got a transmission from the shuttle saying that they know you, so that's why we called you." He explains.
I frown, not knowing whom it could be, all the people that I know are the people in the Rebel Alliance, and the slaves that I left behind.
The shuttle opens with a hiss, and a figure steps out, and I gasp in recognition.
"ACKBAR!!!" I yell, running forward and hugging him.
"MEGHAN!!! You did make it! I'm so glad!" He says hugging me in return.
Tears fill my eyes, I'm grateful that at least one of the slaves in Tarkin's ownership got out alive.
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Meghan's Room: An hour later
I look out the window to the icy landscape, filled with grief.
Along with good, there is always bad.
Callista's gone.
Sold to another master right after I fled.
All the other slaves were sold; only Ackbar and Arianna were in the Death Star.
And only Ackbar made it out.
He sat down with me in private, telling me as gently as he could what happened.
Just before the Death Star exploded, Ackbar managed to grab a shuttle.
He waited as long as he could, but Arianna was on the other side of the Death Star, and there wasn't enough time to get her before he was forced to leave.
He barely got out himself.
Arianna's dead.
I can't believe it.
It almost feels as if it's a lie.
I don't even look when the door opens.
"Meghan?" Wedge's voice breaks through my thoughts.
I turn to him, tears running down my face.
"Ackbar told me what happened. I'm so sorry." He says, hugging me.
I let him hold me, as I cry deeply into his chest.
"Why? Why did it have to be her? Out of everyone else, why her?" I ask.
"I don't know, it was just a very horrible fate, you have me to talk to anytime, I just want you to know that. The whole Rebel Alliance is willing to hear you if you want to talk to someone." He says.
I sniff, "thank you," I say, finally hugging him back.
"No one ever told me being a pilot would be this hard." I say.
"There's always good with bad, you should know this now. Also, it's never easy." He says softly.
I don't answer, I just cry harder.
There is silence now, as two pilots grieve.
One for the loss of her adoptive mother.
And one for a slave that is just learning that freedom has it's down sides too.
But there's always a price to freedom.
But it's worth it, for the differences between slavery and freedom are eternal.
And one ex-slave girl would never have it in any other way.
The End
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A/N: *bawling* Now that I have you now crying your eyes out, I thought this was a good way to end the fanfic. The next story is going ahead at about five years. Also about the whole Hoth thing, I brought it ahead a little faster for my story. Please read and review.
A/N: Thank you, everyone who reviewed, and due to demand, the sequel is coming. This is the end of the fanfic, folks, sequel is going to be up soon. I know you want this longer, but I think this is a good way to end it. The sequel is worth it. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, just my character.
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Hoth Base: Two months later
~Meghan's POV~
Geez, can this place be any colder?
I wanted to see the galaxy, but this is ridiculous.
I wander down the hallways, looking for Wedge; it's time for another lesson in school.
I smile at the thought of finishing my education.
Who knew that less than a year ago I was a slave who dreamed of freedom?
He says I'm doing really well, at the junior high school level already.
Everyone's amazed on how fast I'm learning, and they're planning a party when I get through the junior high level.
I never felt such at home.
"Will Lieutenant Meghan please come to the docking bay, you're needed." The voice over the loudspeaker says.
Another thing, since the Death Star battle, I'm a lieutenant.
I jog over to the said location, wondering what's going on.
I reach the docking bay to see a huge crowd in front of a shuttle that's landing.
I push through the crowd to Carlist Rieeken, who's in the front, "What's going on?" I ask.
"We got a transmission from the shuttle saying that they know you, so that's why we called you." He explains.
I frown, not knowing whom it could be, all the people that I know are the people in the Rebel Alliance, and the slaves that I left behind.
The shuttle opens with a hiss, and a figure steps out, and I gasp in recognition.
"ACKBAR!!!" I yell, running forward and hugging him.
"MEGHAN!!! You did make it! I'm so glad!" He says hugging me in return.
Tears fill my eyes, I'm grateful that at least one of the slaves in Tarkin's ownership got out alive.
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Meghan's Room: An hour later
I look out the window to the icy landscape, filled with grief.
Along with good, there is always bad.
Callista's gone.
Sold to another master right after I fled.
All the other slaves were sold; only Ackbar and Arianna were in the Death Star.
And only Ackbar made it out.
He sat down with me in private, telling me as gently as he could what happened.
Just before the Death Star exploded, Ackbar managed to grab a shuttle.
He waited as long as he could, but Arianna was on the other side of the Death Star, and there wasn't enough time to get her before he was forced to leave.
He barely got out himself.
Arianna's dead.
I can't believe it.
It almost feels as if it's a lie.
I don't even look when the door opens.
"Meghan?" Wedge's voice breaks through my thoughts.
I turn to him, tears running down my face.
"Ackbar told me what happened. I'm so sorry." He says, hugging me.
I let him hold me, as I cry deeply into his chest.
"Why? Why did it have to be her? Out of everyone else, why her?" I ask.
"I don't know, it was just a very horrible fate, you have me to talk to anytime, I just want you to know that. The whole Rebel Alliance is willing to hear you if you want to talk to someone." He says.
I sniff, "thank you," I say, finally hugging him back.
"No one ever told me being a pilot would be this hard." I say.
"There's always good with bad, you should know this now. Also, it's never easy." He says softly.
I don't answer, I just cry harder.
There is silence now, as two pilots grieve.
One for the loss of her adoptive mother.
And one for a slave that is just learning that freedom has it's down sides too.
But there's always a price to freedom.
But it's worth it, for the differences between slavery and freedom are eternal.
And one ex-slave girl would never have it in any other way.
The End
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A/N: *bawling* Now that I have you now crying your eyes out, I thought this was a good way to end the fanfic. The next story is going ahead at about five years. Also about the whole Hoth thing, I brought it ahead a little faster for my story. Please read and review.
