The Past Revealed: Chapter 3
A/N: I'm still hoping for twenty reviews in ten chapters, so please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, just my character.
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Same Place: Same Time
~Meghan's POV~
I don't believe it.
My parents are Moff's of the Empire.
They also own slaves.
The two things that I despise most.
And they're part of it.
This too much.
"Mom? Dad?" I stammer, still in shock.
The woman throws herself at me again, and this time I step away.
Earning a smack on the arm from the closest storm trooper.
"Stop that!" The man rebukes the storm trooper. "Honey, she's not used to being around us. Only the Rebel Scum that took her away from us!"
Hold it.
Did I just hear that?
They believe that the New Republic was the ones who separated us?
What galaxy do they live in?
Even though I have absolutely no memory about what happened before being a slave at Tarkin's, I'm pretty sure that the Rebel Alliance weren't the ones who put me there.
They're in fact.
Took me in.
Been family to me.
Taught me almost everything I know.
Some wires are crossed here.
The man, dad, turns to me, "You were taken in the middle of the night by Rebel Scum, we thought you were dead until we saw you in the holograph at the celebration at the fall of Coruscant. We realized that those Rebel Scum must've brainwashed you, and that's why when your traitor in Rogue Squadron told us that you were headed this way we captured you."
My head spins at these words that I'm trying to absorb.
The traitor did turn me in.
He continues: "Also your traitor sent us some of your D.N.A. to be checked just to make sure, and we checked. Sure enough, it was almost a perfect match."
Whoever the traitor is, I'm going to kill him when I get my hands on whoever it is.
I still don't understand why they think the Rebel Alliance would do that to me.
I don't know much about my past before Tarkin.
But I know one thing:
The New Republic definantly didn't kidnap me.
I open my mouth to try to correct him.
Dad waves me off, "poor innocent daughter, you're too naïve." He looks at the storm troopers, "unhand cuff her, she won't do anything."
I don't want to say the irony about me being naïve.
I can tell that one of the storm troopers is about to object to this, but one stern look from my dad and he removes them.
I sigh in relief as I try to rub some feeling back into my wrists.
"Come, let me introduce you to my friends," mom says, gesturing for me to follow her.
Bewildered, I do just that.
Wondering what in the galaxy happened to my family.
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Briefing Room: Same Time
~Wedge's POV~
I watch as Rogue Squadron slowly trickles in.
I already told Tycho, Wes, Hobbie and Luke the news.
Tycho sent words of encouragement and advice, which is the only thing that he could do.
Wes and Hobbie are already on their way here.
Giving up training squadrons for this mission.
They sent their sympathy, too.
Even Wes was dampened by the news.
Luke was the strangest.
'The Force works in mysterious ways, sometimes it can even brainwash.'
Those words still send a chill down my spine.
He also sent his sympathy.
He said he would also look for her.
Sometimes, I don't understand the Force.
I'm glad I have Luke for a friend, though.
I clear my throat to get everyone's attention.
'Here we go.' I think as I take a deep breath.
"Meghan was supposed to report six hours ago, she hasn't." I raise my hand to quiet the murmurs that suddenly rise in the crowd. "That doesn't mean that she's dead, but maybe something went wrong, until we get news, I'm hoping the best."
"Is there any hint on where she could be?" Gavin asks.
I shake my head sadly, "unfortunately, no, we have a twenty-four hour alert for any X-Wing that looks like hers, throughout the New Republic, but the chance of finding her are less than none." I say bluntly.
"Is there anything that we can do?" Erisi asks.
"Right now, no. I know that this is devastating for all of you, especially me, we all considered her family, but we can't break down because of this. We still need to focus on the main objective. Dismissed."
Nobody moves for a good five minutes.
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Wedge's Quarters: Five Minutes Later
I slump down on my bed.
That was the hardest thing I ever did in my life.
Tears fill my eyes.
Please just let her be okay.
I never felt so helpless.
So angry.
Not even when my parents died.
Not even when the other pilots I've known died.
I want to scream.
I want to hit something.
I want to break down and sob.
I don't know what to do.
"Sir?"
A hesitant voice says above me.
I look up.
Gavin's standing hesitantly inside the doorway of the small room.
"I'm sorry, sir, but your door was open, and I wanted to talk to you."
I blink away the tears.
"It's okay Gavin, what do you want to talk to me about?" I say.
"It's just, well, we know how close you are to Meghan, and how hard this must be for you, we decided to try to have you come down so we can talk about it." Gavin says in a hesitant voice.
"It's okay, Gavin, but thank you for the offer." I say, smiling as best as I can.
"The whole squadron is here to talk to you if you want to talk," he says.
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind, dismissed."
After Gavin leaves, I look across the room at the other wall on the other side.
"Please be okay, Meghan," is the only thing I say.
And the only thing I have to say.
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Moff's Palace: After Midnight
~Meghan's POV~
I sit tiredly on my Queen-sized bed.
Man what a night.
I hate this place.
My parents don't treat the slaves well.
They believe that I never had any education because in their opinion: 'Rebel Scum can't teach a flea to jump.'
I find a lot of irony in that statement.
Not learning anything under the Empire.
And learning everything in the Rebel Alliance.
The real thing that I got out of this night was the tour of the palace.
I don't know why, but they brought my X-Wing here.
I guess to remind me about the life that I'm leaving.
I am alright.
And I'm returning to it.
I walk slowly around the room, searching for the surveillance cameras that every Imp has in every room of the houses that they own.
I'm not disappointed.
I see at least two that are in plain sight.
And two that Imperial intelligence hid in the room.
I grin 'thanks, Iella and Winter.'
And they say that I'm uneducated.
I have education in the Intelligence department.
Thanks to two members in it.
I walk outside to the balcony, and study it carefully.
Rats, no way down, too high.
But no cameras, which I was hoping for.
Carefully, my hand slips down to my boot, and as I remove it, I wiggle the heel a little bit. Hoping that my back blocks what I'm doing.
And out slips my comlink and spare viroblade from my fake heel.
I smile.
Storm troopers will never learn.
I won't need the viroblade for a while, but definantly my comlink.
It's an untraceable, one channel comlink.
A gift from intelligence.
Acting casual, I slip my other boot off, and lean against the railing.
"Beeper, code 5514, text only." I say quietly into the comlink.
I patiently wait for an answer.
Another programming experiment, first time ever being used.
I hope it works.
It's based on the theory that even if the droid is short circuited, there's still a chance for it to reboot itself. Burned memory in the circuits and all.
I just activated it.
The text words "Ready" flash on my screen.
I sigh in relief.
It works.
"Start repairing the X-Wing, I'll contact you in a few days, don't contact me. Out." I say, shutting off my comlink.
I sigh; I hope that he can repair it.
"I know what you're doing, sir,"
I whirl at the voice, hoping that I'm not in too much trouble.
My jaw drops in recognition of the girl in front of me.
Even though it's been five years, I still recognize her.
"Callista?" I ask, knowing that I'm right, even though I hope I'm not.
Callista looks at me in the eyes, surprised.
I see the same hauntingly familiar look that I saw for a long time after I fled Tarkin.
The fear.
The despair.
And hope.
When she recognizes me.
And nods.
TBC.
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A/N: Geez, that was a long chapter, but it got some bases covered. Next chapter up soon, please review.
A/N: I'm still hoping for twenty reviews in ten chapters, so please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, just my character.
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Same Place: Same Time
~Meghan's POV~
I don't believe it.
My parents are Moff's of the Empire.
They also own slaves.
The two things that I despise most.
And they're part of it.
This too much.
"Mom? Dad?" I stammer, still in shock.
The woman throws herself at me again, and this time I step away.
Earning a smack on the arm from the closest storm trooper.
"Stop that!" The man rebukes the storm trooper. "Honey, she's not used to being around us. Only the Rebel Scum that took her away from us!"
Hold it.
Did I just hear that?
They believe that the New Republic was the ones who separated us?
What galaxy do they live in?
Even though I have absolutely no memory about what happened before being a slave at Tarkin's, I'm pretty sure that the Rebel Alliance weren't the ones who put me there.
They're in fact.
Took me in.
Been family to me.
Taught me almost everything I know.
Some wires are crossed here.
The man, dad, turns to me, "You were taken in the middle of the night by Rebel Scum, we thought you were dead until we saw you in the holograph at the celebration at the fall of Coruscant. We realized that those Rebel Scum must've brainwashed you, and that's why when your traitor in Rogue Squadron told us that you were headed this way we captured you."
My head spins at these words that I'm trying to absorb.
The traitor did turn me in.
He continues: "Also your traitor sent us some of your D.N.A. to be checked just to make sure, and we checked. Sure enough, it was almost a perfect match."
Whoever the traitor is, I'm going to kill him when I get my hands on whoever it is.
I still don't understand why they think the Rebel Alliance would do that to me.
I don't know much about my past before Tarkin.
But I know one thing:
The New Republic definantly didn't kidnap me.
I open my mouth to try to correct him.
Dad waves me off, "poor innocent daughter, you're too naïve." He looks at the storm troopers, "unhand cuff her, she won't do anything."
I don't want to say the irony about me being naïve.
I can tell that one of the storm troopers is about to object to this, but one stern look from my dad and he removes them.
I sigh in relief as I try to rub some feeling back into my wrists.
"Come, let me introduce you to my friends," mom says, gesturing for me to follow her.
Bewildered, I do just that.
Wondering what in the galaxy happened to my family.
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Briefing Room: Same Time
~Wedge's POV~
I watch as Rogue Squadron slowly trickles in.
I already told Tycho, Wes, Hobbie and Luke the news.
Tycho sent words of encouragement and advice, which is the only thing that he could do.
Wes and Hobbie are already on their way here.
Giving up training squadrons for this mission.
They sent their sympathy, too.
Even Wes was dampened by the news.
Luke was the strangest.
'The Force works in mysterious ways, sometimes it can even brainwash.'
Those words still send a chill down my spine.
He also sent his sympathy.
He said he would also look for her.
Sometimes, I don't understand the Force.
I'm glad I have Luke for a friend, though.
I clear my throat to get everyone's attention.
'Here we go.' I think as I take a deep breath.
"Meghan was supposed to report six hours ago, she hasn't." I raise my hand to quiet the murmurs that suddenly rise in the crowd. "That doesn't mean that she's dead, but maybe something went wrong, until we get news, I'm hoping the best."
"Is there any hint on where she could be?" Gavin asks.
I shake my head sadly, "unfortunately, no, we have a twenty-four hour alert for any X-Wing that looks like hers, throughout the New Republic, but the chance of finding her are less than none." I say bluntly.
"Is there anything that we can do?" Erisi asks.
"Right now, no. I know that this is devastating for all of you, especially me, we all considered her family, but we can't break down because of this. We still need to focus on the main objective. Dismissed."
Nobody moves for a good five minutes.
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Wedge's Quarters: Five Minutes Later
I slump down on my bed.
That was the hardest thing I ever did in my life.
Tears fill my eyes.
Please just let her be okay.
I never felt so helpless.
So angry.
Not even when my parents died.
Not even when the other pilots I've known died.
I want to scream.
I want to hit something.
I want to break down and sob.
I don't know what to do.
"Sir?"
A hesitant voice says above me.
I look up.
Gavin's standing hesitantly inside the doorway of the small room.
"I'm sorry, sir, but your door was open, and I wanted to talk to you."
I blink away the tears.
"It's okay Gavin, what do you want to talk to me about?" I say.
"It's just, well, we know how close you are to Meghan, and how hard this must be for you, we decided to try to have you come down so we can talk about it." Gavin says in a hesitant voice.
"It's okay, Gavin, but thank you for the offer." I say, smiling as best as I can.
"The whole squadron is here to talk to you if you want to talk," he says.
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind, dismissed."
After Gavin leaves, I look across the room at the other wall on the other side.
"Please be okay, Meghan," is the only thing I say.
And the only thing I have to say.
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Moff's Palace: After Midnight
~Meghan's POV~
I sit tiredly on my Queen-sized bed.
Man what a night.
I hate this place.
My parents don't treat the slaves well.
They believe that I never had any education because in their opinion: 'Rebel Scum can't teach a flea to jump.'
I find a lot of irony in that statement.
Not learning anything under the Empire.
And learning everything in the Rebel Alliance.
The real thing that I got out of this night was the tour of the palace.
I don't know why, but they brought my X-Wing here.
I guess to remind me about the life that I'm leaving.
I am alright.
And I'm returning to it.
I walk slowly around the room, searching for the surveillance cameras that every Imp has in every room of the houses that they own.
I'm not disappointed.
I see at least two that are in plain sight.
And two that Imperial intelligence hid in the room.
I grin 'thanks, Iella and Winter.'
And they say that I'm uneducated.
I have education in the Intelligence department.
Thanks to two members in it.
I walk outside to the balcony, and study it carefully.
Rats, no way down, too high.
But no cameras, which I was hoping for.
Carefully, my hand slips down to my boot, and as I remove it, I wiggle the heel a little bit. Hoping that my back blocks what I'm doing.
And out slips my comlink and spare viroblade from my fake heel.
I smile.
Storm troopers will never learn.
I won't need the viroblade for a while, but definantly my comlink.
It's an untraceable, one channel comlink.
A gift from intelligence.
Acting casual, I slip my other boot off, and lean against the railing.
"Beeper, code 5514, text only." I say quietly into the comlink.
I patiently wait for an answer.
Another programming experiment, first time ever being used.
I hope it works.
It's based on the theory that even if the droid is short circuited, there's still a chance for it to reboot itself. Burned memory in the circuits and all.
I just activated it.
The text words "Ready" flash on my screen.
I sigh in relief.
It works.
"Start repairing the X-Wing, I'll contact you in a few days, don't contact me. Out." I say, shutting off my comlink.
I sigh; I hope that he can repair it.
"I know what you're doing, sir,"
I whirl at the voice, hoping that I'm not in too much trouble.
My jaw drops in recognition of the girl in front of me.
Even though it's been five years, I still recognize her.
"Callista?" I ask, knowing that I'm right, even though I hope I'm not.
Callista looks at me in the eyes, surprised.
I see the same hauntingly familiar look that I saw for a long time after I fled Tarkin.
The fear.
The despair.
And hope.
When she recognizes me.
And nods.
TBC.
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A/N: Geez, that was a long chapter, but it got some bases covered. Next chapter up soon, please review.