The Past Revealed: Chapter 1
A/N: This might drag, but it's an important chapter. So please read and review.
Disclamer: I don't own Star Wars, or it's characters, only mine.
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Same Place: Same Time as before
~Meghan's POV~
I don't believe it.
I'm shocked beyond words.
If they were alive all this time, why didn't they try to find me?
"How?" I stammer out, in total shock.
"The medical droid took a sample of your blood for medical records, we took the DNA in the blood sample and traced it to medical records in the Imperial forces to get the info on you. We stumbled on your parent's med records, and we saw almost a perfect match. That's how we knew." Wedge explains.
I don't believe it.
It can't be true.
"We arranged for a *ahem* liberation of the planet that your parents live on, which is under Imperial control. I also suggested that it would be good for a person on the ground to be giving information to the fleet. So, you can't be spending all your time with your parents," he finishes, smiling.
Tears fill my eyes, "thanks, Wedge, this is the best gift ever." I say softly.
"Be ready to leave by tomorrow, and good luck." He says, hugging me. "Remember that Rogue Squadron will be there if you run into any trouble."
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Rogue Squadron Hanger: The Next Day
Can this place get any fuller?
It looks like everyone working for the New Republic is here.
And then some.
I finally reach Rogue Squadron.
"Goodbye, kiddo, and good luck." Wedge says to me, "here's something for the long journey." He says handing me enough food to last Coruscant for a year.
"Thanks you guys, I won't forget this," I say softly, hugging them in a group hug.
"Just be careful, watch your back," Gavin warns me.
"Don't worry, I will, and I won't forget about this family, either, I promise." I say, even though I don't know what's going to happen on this journey.
And that scares me.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turn to my X-Wing, which has been repainted for this mission.
Black with red and blue stripes on it.
Pretty cool.
I climb in, and with a salute to the crowd, I lift off.
Heading towards a life I've never known.
Heading towards a family I've never met.
I just hope that I make it okay.
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Somewhere around Dagobah: Two Weeks later
I hope I'm almost there.
I've been in hyperspace for a long time now.
I have been passing the time reading info about my past, and my parents.
I was born on Dantooine.
I'm also nineteen years old.
I grinned at that information.
The med droids were pretty accurate.
I'm afraid to read too much about my parents.
I don't want to know why they haven't contacted me in all this time.
Beeper's shriek echoes through the cockpit, and I wonder vaguely why I've kept him all these years, because I'm going to go deaf someday with all that shrieking.
Then I realize why he's shrieking.
Just before I'm yanked out of hyperspace and an explosion lights my cockpit.
I curse silently as all the electronics go dead in my cockpit.
An ion bomb.
I was warned about it before I left.
Now I'm stuck, waiting for whoever is going to pick me up.
I reach behind me to try to start my engines, and press the button to do so.
Nothing.
Now I'm *really* stuck.
It looks like the traitor betrayed us again.
It's definantly not Tycho.
Even though I didn't believe it was he in the first place.
I told him all about this, and he wished me luck, but I didn't tell him where I was going.
Anyway, there was no way he could've contacted Isard from prison.
And now, I'm in trouble.
A rumble interrupts my thoughts as I feel the ship moving.
Backwards.
That was fast.
Definantly they were waiting for me.
I get pulled into the hanger, and the storm troopers manually open the X- Wing hatch.
I stand up, and willingly put my hands behind my head.
I'm brought down the ladder, which is hard with my hands shackled behind me, and brought in front, from what I can tell, the captain of the ship.
"Well, Rebel Scum, welcome to my ship, I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay here." He says distastefully, eying my green jumpsuit.
"I don't know what you're talking about sir, I was just flying through, and I'm a mercenary sir." I say innocently enough, hoping that they'll let me go.
"Don't say those rebel lies to me, our information is accurate enough to know that you're lying. Put her in a locked room, and keep an eye on her. Don't hurt her in any way though, the Moffs want her in perfect health." He says dismissively.
"What Moffs?" I ask, while being dragged away.
"You'll see," he says with a mocking smile.
The storm troopers roughly shove me in a room, one of them standing guard inside the room.
I sit down, on the single bed in the room, wondering who wants me this badly to go through such extents to do all this.
TBC.
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A/N: Sorry if this chapter dragged, but the next one will hopefully be better. Until the next chapter, please review.
A/N: This might drag, but it's an important chapter. So please read and review.
Disclamer: I don't own Star Wars, or it's characters, only mine.
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Same Place: Same Time as before
~Meghan's POV~
I don't believe it.
I'm shocked beyond words.
If they were alive all this time, why didn't they try to find me?
"How?" I stammer out, in total shock.
"The medical droid took a sample of your blood for medical records, we took the DNA in the blood sample and traced it to medical records in the Imperial forces to get the info on you. We stumbled on your parent's med records, and we saw almost a perfect match. That's how we knew." Wedge explains.
I don't believe it.
It can't be true.
"We arranged for a *ahem* liberation of the planet that your parents live on, which is under Imperial control. I also suggested that it would be good for a person on the ground to be giving information to the fleet. So, you can't be spending all your time with your parents," he finishes, smiling.
Tears fill my eyes, "thanks, Wedge, this is the best gift ever." I say softly.
"Be ready to leave by tomorrow, and good luck." He says, hugging me. "Remember that Rogue Squadron will be there if you run into any trouble."
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Rogue Squadron Hanger: The Next Day
Can this place get any fuller?
It looks like everyone working for the New Republic is here.
And then some.
I finally reach Rogue Squadron.
"Goodbye, kiddo, and good luck." Wedge says to me, "here's something for the long journey." He says handing me enough food to last Coruscant for a year.
"Thanks you guys, I won't forget this," I say softly, hugging them in a group hug.
"Just be careful, watch your back," Gavin warns me.
"Don't worry, I will, and I won't forget about this family, either, I promise." I say, even though I don't know what's going to happen on this journey.
And that scares me.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turn to my X-Wing, which has been repainted for this mission.
Black with red and blue stripes on it.
Pretty cool.
I climb in, and with a salute to the crowd, I lift off.
Heading towards a life I've never known.
Heading towards a family I've never met.
I just hope that I make it okay.
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Somewhere around Dagobah: Two Weeks later
I hope I'm almost there.
I've been in hyperspace for a long time now.
I have been passing the time reading info about my past, and my parents.
I was born on Dantooine.
I'm also nineteen years old.
I grinned at that information.
The med droids were pretty accurate.
I'm afraid to read too much about my parents.
I don't want to know why they haven't contacted me in all this time.
Beeper's shriek echoes through the cockpit, and I wonder vaguely why I've kept him all these years, because I'm going to go deaf someday with all that shrieking.
Then I realize why he's shrieking.
Just before I'm yanked out of hyperspace and an explosion lights my cockpit.
I curse silently as all the electronics go dead in my cockpit.
An ion bomb.
I was warned about it before I left.
Now I'm stuck, waiting for whoever is going to pick me up.
I reach behind me to try to start my engines, and press the button to do so.
Nothing.
Now I'm *really* stuck.
It looks like the traitor betrayed us again.
It's definantly not Tycho.
Even though I didn't believe it was he in the first place.
I told him all about this, and he wished me luck, but I didn't tell him where I was going.
Anyway, there was no way he could've contacted Isard from prison.
And now, I'm in trouble.
A rumble interrupts my thoughts as I feel the ship moving.
Backwards.
That was fast.
Definantly they were waiting for me.
I get pulled into the hanger, and the storm troopers manually open the X- Wing hatch.
I stand up, and willingly put my hands behind my head.
I'm brought down the ladder, which is hard with my hands shackled behind me, and brought in front, from what I can tell, the captain of the ship.
"Well, Rebel Scum, welcome to my ship, I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay here." He says distastefully, eying my green jumpsuit.
"I don't know what you're talking about sir, I was just flying through, and I'm a mercenary sir." I say innocently enough, hoping that they'll let me go.
"Don't say those rebel lies to me, our information is accurate enough to know that you're lying. Put her in a locked room, and keep an eye on her. Don't hurt her in any way though, the Moffs want her in perfect health." He says dismissively.
"What Moffs?" I ask, while being dragged away.
"You'll see," he says with a mocking smile.
The storm troopers roughly shove me in a room, one of them standing guard inside the room.
I sit down, on the single bed in the room, wondering who wants me this badly to go through such extents to do all this.
TBC.
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A/N: Sorry if this chapter dragged, but the next one will hopefully be better. Until the next chapter, please review.