The Past Revealed: Chapter 2
A/N: I'm making my first goal in writing fanfics. I want to try to have twenty reviews at least in ten chapters. So please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, only my character.
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Victory Star Destroyer: Two Days Later
~Meghan's POV~
I yawn and stretch as I best as I could with the handcuffs on.
I still have no answers about who wants me.
It's starting to worry me.
The storm trooper in my cell is not much company, either.
At least they haven't interrogated me, yet.
Which confuses me even more.
The door hisses open, and I look up to see more storm troopers entering the cell.
"Come on, Rebel Scum, we're here." The lead one says, grabbing my arm and roughly hauling me to my feet.
"Where?" I demand while being escorted to the docking bay.
"Silence, prisoner, you're just lucky that the Moff's want you with no harm done to you." One of them says, shoving me roughly along.
I keep my mouth shut, knowing that probably I will know soon enough.
Whether I like it or not.
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Home One: Same Time
~Admiral Ackbar's POV~
It took me a while to convince the Provisional Council to allow commanding this mission.
I wanted to do this because Meghan is like a daughter to me.
Even after all these years.
"Sir, I need to talk to you in private." The female human communications officer says, approaching me.
I study her, she's pale, and her eyes are brimming with tears.
I have a bad feeling about this.
"Lets go into my office, we're still a day from reaching Dantooine, anyway." I say, heading towards my office.
Meghan should be there by now.
Maybe something went wrong.
We go to my office, and I sit down in the chair behind the desk.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Meghan hasn't contacted us, and she was supposed to report five hours ago, when she landed. I don't know why-" she trails off, not wanting to finish it.
"She's probably busy settling in," I say, trying to dismiss it even though the words send fear shooting through my body.
"You're dismissed, if you hear anything-"
"Don't worry, sir, you'll be the first one I contact." She says, and then salutes and leaves.
As soon as the door hisses shut, I hang my head.
Meghan's missing.
Maybe dead.
I knew it was a bad idea to have her do this alone.
Now, I have to report this to Wedge.
He's going to be devastated.
I sure am.
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Wedge's Quarters: A half-hour later
~Wedge's POV~
I pace back and forth nervously.
Admiral Ackbar said that he would contact me as soon as he gets a message from Meghan.
It's been five and half-hours past the deadline.
Is she dead?
Is she captured?
'Just please, let her be okay' I hope.
My comlink beeps, and I dive for it.
"Yes?" I practically yell over the comlink.
"Wedge, I'm sorry to say this, but-" Admiral Ackbar's voice trails off.
"What is it?" I demand, forgetting all about formalities.
"Meghan hasn't contacted me yet."
I collapse onto my bed, staring at the wall in shock.
In grief.
"I'm sorry, Wedge, as soon as I get any information, you'll be the first one I'll contact." The comlink clicks off, but I barely hear it.
Tears fill my eyes.
First Corran, and now this.
I don't believe this.
It's even worse than Corran because Meghan was the one who learned everything from me.
She was the family I lost.
And now she's missing.
Maybe dead.
And I have to tell the rest of Rogue Squadron about this.
I sigh, and prepare myself for telling the bad news to them.
That Meghan's missing.
And I don't even know where to start telling them.
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Dantooine: Moff's Palace: A half-hour later
~Meghan's POV~
I wonder how Wedge is doing.
I bet he's worried sick about me.
I am.
The doors are flung open, and I'm escorted into the immense ballroom.
The first thing I see is people in tan jumpsuits bustling around.
Slaves.
I hate this place already.
I never forget how I ended up the way I am.
The next thing I see is the crowd.
It's huge, like everyone on the planet came here.
And they're all strangers.
I start to back away.
Even after five years.
Crowds of people make me nervous.
It took Wedge and everyone else in Rogue Squadron to keep me calm during the ceremony at the liberation of Coruscant.
And there's nothing to help me here.
A storm trooper roughly shoves me forward.
And using all the self-control I have.
I walk forward, fighting the rising sense of panic.
The captain of the ship that I brought here to stops in front of the room.
The storm troopers stop me behind him.
"Moff's, I brought the one you ordered me to capture." He says.
"Well lets see her," a woman says coldly.
I'm pushed forward.
A man and a woman stand in front of me, both dressed in the most expensive clothes that money can buy.
Definantly the Moff's of this planet.
The woman is a little taller than me, with curly brown hair, and brown eyes.
The man is around six feet, with balding brown hair, and blue eyes.
They look familiar, I can't put my finger on it, but they do.
"Well, don't you have anything to say?" The man asks.
"What do you want from me?" I demand, and I hear shocked murmurs from the crowd.
I expect blows from the answer, but not what I got.
The woman runs forward, throwing her arms around me and sobbing.
Okay, definantly not what I expected.
It takes another large bit of self-control to not freak out right this second.
"Oh, you poor thing! You don't remember us at all!" She wails.
What is she talking about?
I'm now totally confused.
"Come on, honey, you're scaring her," the man says, pulling her gently away.
This is really strange.
What am I missing here?
"It's so good to have you back, my daughter." The woman says.
What?
I don't believe it.
I suddenly recognize them.
They're in the holograph in the file about my parents.
My parents are Moff's of the Empire.
TBC.
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A/N: Getting good, huh? Please review.
A/N: I'm making my first goal in writing fanfics. I want to try to have twenty reviews at least in ten chapters. So please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, only my character.
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Victory Star Destroyer: Two Days Later
~Meghan's POV~
I yawn and stretch as I best as I could with the handcuffs on.
I still have no answers about who wants me.
It's starting to worry me.
The storm trooper in my cell is not much company, either.
At least they haven't interrogated me, yet.
Which confuses me even more.
The door hisses open, and I look up to see more storm troopers entering the cell.
"Come on, Rebel Scum, we're here." The lead one says, grabbing my arm and roughly hauling me to my feet.
"Where?" I demand while being escorted to the docking bay.
"Silence, prisoner, you're just lucky that the Moff's want you with no harm done to you." One of them says, shoving me roughly along.
I keep my mouth shut, knowing that probably I will know soon enough.
Whether I like it or not.
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Home One: Same Time
~Admiral Ackbar's POV~
It took me a while to convince the Provisional Council to allow commanding this mission.
I wanted to do this because Meghan is like a daughter to me.
Even after all these years.
"Sir, I need to talk to you in private." The female human communications officer says, approaching me.
I study her, she's pale, and her eyes are brimming with tears.
I have a bad feeling about this.
"Lets go into my office, we're still a day from reaching Dantooine, anyway." I say, heading towards my office.
Meghan should be there by now.
Maybe something went wrong.
We go to my office, and I sit down in the chair behind the desk.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Meghan hasn't contacted us, and she was supposed to report five hours ago, when she landed. I don't know why-" she trails off, not wanting to finish it.
"She's probably busy settling in," I say, trying to dismiss it even though the words send fear shooting through my body.
"You're dismissed, if you hear anything-"
"Don't worry, sir, you'll be the first one I contact." She says, and then salutes and leaves.
As soon as the door hisses shut, I hang my head.
Meghan's missing.
Maybe dead.
I knew it was a bad idea to have her do this alone.
Now, I have to report this to Wedge.
He's going to be devastated.
I sure am.
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Wedge's Quarters: A half-hour later
~Wedge's POV~
I pace back and forth nervously.
Admiral Ackbar said that he would contact me as soon as he gets a message from Meghan.
It's been five and half-hours past the deadline.
Is she dead?
Is she captured?
'Just please, let her be okay' I hope.
My comlink beeps, and I dive for it.
"Yes?" I practically yell over the comlink.
"Wedge, I'm sorry to say this, but-" Admiral Ackbar's voice trails off.
"What is it?" I demand, forgetting all about formalities.
"Meghan hasn't contacted me yet."
I collapse onto my bed, staring at the wall in shock.
In grief.
"I'm sorry, Wedge, as soon as I get any information, you'll be the first one I'll contact." The comlink clicks off, but I barely hear it.
Tears fill my eyes.
First Corran, and now this.
I don't believe this.
It's even worse than Corran because Meghan was the one who learned everything from me.
She was the family I lost.
And now she's missing.
Maybe dead.
And I have to tell the rest of Rogue Squadron about this.
I sigh, and prepare myself for telling the bad news to them.
That Meghan's missing.
And I don't even know where to start telling them.
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Dantooine: Moff's Palace: A half-hour later
~Meghan's POV~
I wonder how Wedge is doing.
I bet he's worried sick about me.
I am.
The doors are flung open, and I'm escorted into the immense ballroom.
The first thing I see is people in tan jumpsuits bustling around.
Slaves.
I hate this place already.
I never forget how I ended up the way I am.
The next thing I see is the crowd.
It's huge, like everyone on the planet came here.
And they're all strangers.
I start to back away.
Even after five years.
Crowds of people make me nervous.
It took Wedge and everyone else in Rogue Squadron to keep me calm during the ceremony at the liberation of Coruscant.
And there's nothing to help me here.
A storm trooper roughly shoves me forward.
And using all the self-control I have.
I walk forward, fighting the rising sense of panic.
The captain of the ship that I brought here to stops in front of the room.
The storm troopers stop me behind him.
"Moff's, I brought the one you ordered me to capture." He says.
"Well lets see her," a woman says coldly.
I'm pushed forward.
A man and a woman stand in front of me, both dressed in the most expensive clothes that money can buy.
Definantly the Moff's of this planet.
The woman is a little taller than me, with curly brown hair, and brown eyes.
The man is around six feet, with balding brown hair, and blue eyes.
They look familiar, I can't put my finger on it, but they do.
"Well, don't you have anything to say?" The man asks.
"What do you want from me?" I demand, and I hear shocked murmurs from the crowd.
I expect blows from the answer, but not what I got.
The woman runs forward, throwing her arms around me and sobbing.
Okay, definantly not what I expected.
It takes another large bit of self-control to not freak out right this second.
"Oh, you poor thing! You don't remember us at all!" She wails.
What is she talking about?
I'm now totally confused.
"Come on, honey, you're scaring her," the man says, pulling her gently away.
This is really strange.
What am I missing here?
"It's so good to have you back, my daughter." The woman says.
What?
I don't believe it.
I suddenly recognize them.
They're in the holograph in the file about my parents.
My parents are Moff's of the Empire.
TBC.
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A/N: Getting good, huh? Please review.