Part Seven:
Dawn's Early Light
1440 Hours Cor Wynt speaking
Force knows how they found me. One moment I was doing a nose dive into the canopy on Yavin 4 and the next I'm waking up in a bacta tank. Waking up was a pleasent surprise, I'll tell you that. I didn't expect to when I blacked out. I remember thinking that I was going to die at the Battle of Yavin and none of my family would know what had happened to me.
It was when I woke up that everything became clear.
Being as I thought I was dead, I figured when I woke up my greatgrandfather would be waiting for me with my old dog Rusty at the end of some tunnel or something like that. I didn't expect to look out of a tank to see Jaylee and Zall.
But I *did* see them.
And then I realized, my family *would* have known what had happened to me. They were right there in front of me as I looked out of the tank.
I had been sent to a different galaxy to start a new life. It was either a gift or a curse and it was up to me to decide which it was. Here I was, in a place where people cared about me as compared to my life on Earth with my family.
Now, you tell me, which is better?
*I* want to stay. Now, I suppose others might choose differently.
They're not me.
I'm not me.
I was born into this life as Sebastian Corwin - No one. Now, no matter what happens, I'm going out of it as Cor Wynt - Freedom Fighter.
***
"Thank's, Cred," Cor said to the R2 unit before him. He bent over and took the holodisk out of the droid's recording slot.
Credit beeped happily.
For a long moment, he looked down at the disk. With this statement recorded on this disk, he was a different person. No longer was he the unpopular kid at school or the only logical member of a disfunctional family. Now he had a purpose.
A real life.
"Cor!"
Cor Wynt turned to see his friend Zall waving to him frantically.
Behind Zall, Jaylee was waving for him too. "Come on! We're going to miss the pilot ceremony!"
It was a seperate ceremony the they one for Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. This ceremony was for the other guys, the few that had survived the Battle of Yavin.
None of the pilots had their flight suits on like at the Skywalker-Solo ceremony either. They were all decked out in official Rebel Alliance uniforms. Zall hated his and whined to everyone who would listen that he wasn't and pilot and shouldn't have to wear a uniform to the ceremony.
Of course, then everyone would tell him he didn't have to come at all. That would always shut him up.
It was still dark outside the Rebel headquarters and the ceremony was held in the dimly lit main chamber. The chamber was no where near as full has it had been the previous day. Spread around the chamber were technicians, foot soldiers, gaurds, splicers, non-combat pilots and those who hadn't been in the battle... even a couple of the Rebel Alliance big wigs.
Princess Leia did the ceremony. It was extra special for the pilots because she had asked to present the medals to them. Had she not asked, the medals would have likely been mailed to them by some general's aide. She made them special.
She read the names, minus Luke Skywalker's.
"Wedge Antilles," she said.
That cocky kid that Cor had flown with and grown up knowing as the might pilot, bounded up the stairs with a grin on his face and relief of survival in his eyes.
"Jaylee Deighton," Princess Leia then said.
Cor gave Jaylee a smile and watched his nervous friend walk up the steps. The princess gave him a warm smile when she saw the young pilot's bashful face.
Leia called up the only Y-Wing survivor next. "Ban Kester."
Everyone watched in mournful silence and he excepted his medal. Kester was all there was left of an entire squad. He alone carried his brothers alive in his heart.
"Tireseas Prox," she called out the name of another X-Wing survivor. He had been shot down soon after the battle began. Prox had been forced to limp back to base, lucky to get away without a TIE fighter coming after him. It was easy to see he was thankful for that.
Before he walked away, Liea stopped him and asked him to wait.
"Walakias Prox," Leia then called out. He was the younger of the three Prox brothers. They had all joined up on Duro togther and been side-by-side until the Battle of Yavin.
The princess placed Walakias's medal around his neck and then handed another medal to the eldest brother. It was another medal of valor. One for their brother Marurias Prox.
It was an emotional moment for everyone.
But the moment passed and she called her final name. "Cor Wynt."
At that moment, something remarkable happened. As the young boy walked slowly up the steps, the sun arose and flooded into the dimly lit chamber. Cor paid it no mind but walked up to the princess and kneeled.
She seemed somewhat pained to look at him. Cor could understand. He was the youngest pilot in the fleet or so the records said. He himself had doubts. There were others his age... they were just smart enough to lie about their ages. When people *know* you're just a child, they look at you differently - sorta with pity. It made him wish he too had lied about his age. Cor mentally shrugged. Too late for that.
It was a solemn moment as he kneeled there, ended by the placing of the medal around his neck. Cor stood again and looked once more to the princess. She gave him a smile and began to clap as he joined his fellow pilots.
The rest of the people in the chamber began to clap again.
At that moment his attention was drawn to the light. It flooded through from above and shined down on the pilots. Standing here, beside his brothers as other clapped and cheered them, he felt strong and the fullness of his predicament really hit him. He was here for good, to stay. Taking his cue from Fransic Scott Key, he made a promise to himself.
"By dawn's early light," he whispered to himself. "I'm here to stay."
A/N: Cheesey ending, I know. R/R EVERYONE! Enough reviews and there'll be a sequel. There'll probably be a sequel anyways but would it hurt you guys to review? Pretty please?
1440 Hours Cor Wynt speaking
Force knows how they found me. One moment I was doing a nose dive into the canopy on Yavin 4 and the next I'm waking up in a bacta tank. Waking up was a pleasent surprise, I'll tell you that. I didn't expect to when I blacked out. I remember thinking that I was going to die at the Battle of Yavin and none of my family would know what had happened to me.
It was when I woke up that everything became clear.
Being as I thought I was dead, I figured when I woke up my greatgrandfather would be waiting for me with my old dog Rusty at the end of some tunnel or something like that. I didn't expect to look out of a tank to see Jaylee and Zall.
But I *did* see them.
And then I realized, my family *would* have known what had happened to me. They were right there in front of me as I looked out of the tank.
I had been sent to a different galaxy to start a new life. It was either a gift or a curse and it was up to me to decide which it was. Here I was, in a place where people cared about me as compared to my life on Earth with my family.
Now, you tell me, which is better?
*I* want to stay. Now, I suppose others might choose differently.
They're not me.
I'm not me.
I was born into this life as Sebastian Corwin - No one. Now, no matter what happens, I'm going out of it as Cor Wynt - Freedom Fighter.
***
"Thank's, Cred," Cor said to the R2 unit before him. He bent over and took the holodisk out of the droid's recording slot.
Credit beeped happily.
For a long moment, he looked down at the disk. With this statement recorded on this disk, he was a different person. No longer was he the unpopular kid at school or the only logical member of a disfunctional family. Now he had a purpose.
A real life.
"Cor!"
Cor Wynt turned to see his friend Zall waving to him frantically.
Behind Zall, Jaylee was waving for him too. "Come on! We're going to miss the pilot ceremony!"
It was a seperate ceremony the they one for Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. This ceremony was for the other guys, the few that had survived the Battle of Yavin.
None of the pilots had their flight suits on like at the Skywalker-Solo ceremony either. They were all decked out in official Rebel Alliance uniforms. Zall hated his and whined to everyone who would listen that he wasn't and pilot and shouldn't have to wear a uniform to the ceremony.
Of course, then everyone would tell him he didn't have to come at all. That would always shut him up.
It was still dark outside the Rebel headquarters and the ceremony was held in the dimly lit main chamber. The chamber was no where near as full has it had been the previous day. Spread around the chamber were technicians, foot soldiers, gaurds, splicers, non-combat pilots and those who hadn't been in the battle... even a couple of the Rebel Alliance big wigs.
Princess Leia did the ceremony. It was extra special for the pilots because she had asked to present the medals to them. Had she not asked, the medals would have likely been mailed to them by some general's aide. She made them special.
She read the names, minus Luke Skywalker's.
"Wedge Antilles," she said.
That cocky kid that Cor had flown with and grown up knowing as the might pilot, bounded up the stairs with a grin on his face and relief of survival in his eyes.
"Jaylee Deighton," Princess Leia then said.
Cor gave Jaylee a smile and watched his nervous friend walk up the steps. The princess gave him a warm smile when she saw the young pilot's bashful face.
Leia called up the only Y-Wing survivor next. "Ban Kester."
Everyone watched in mournful silence and he excepted his medal. Kester was all there was left of an entire squad. He alone carried his brothers alive in his heart.
"Tireseas Prox," she called out the name of another X-Wing survivor. He had been shot down soon after the battle began. Prox had been forced to limp back to base, lucky to get away without a TIE fighter coming after him. It was easy to see he was thankful for that.
Before he walked away, Liea stopped him and asked him to wait.
"Walakias Prox," Leia then called out. He was the younger of the three Prox brothers. They had all joined up on Duro togther and been side-by-side until the Battle of Yavin.
The princess placed Walakias's medal around his neck and then handed another medal to the eldest brother. It was another medal of valor. One for their brother Marurias Prox.
It was an emotional moment for everyone.
But the moment passed and she called her final name. "Cor Wynt."
At that moment, something remarkable happened. As the young boy walked slowly up the steps, the sun arose and flooded into the dimly lit chamber. Cor paid it no mind but walked up to the princess and kneeled.
She seemed somewhat pained to look at him. Cor could understand. He was the youngest pilot in the fleet or so the records said. He himself had doubts. There were others his age... they were just smart enough to lie about their ages. When people *know* you're just a child, they look at you differently - sorta with pity. It made him wish he too had lied about his age. Cor mentally shrugged. Too late for that.
It was a solemn moment as he kneeled there, ended by the placing of the medal around his neck. Cor stood again and looked once more to the princess. She gave him a smile and began to clap as he joined his fellow pilots.
The rest of the people in the chamber began to clap again.
At that moment his attention was drawn to the light. It flooded through from above and shined down on the pilots. Standing here, beside his brothers as other clapped and cheered them, he felt strong and the fullness of his predicament really hit him. He was here for good, to stay. Taking his cue from Fransic Scott Key, he made a promise to himself.
"By dawn's early light," he whispered to himself. "I'm here to stay."
A/N: Cheesey ending, I know. R/R EVERYONE! Enough reviews and there'll be a sequel. There'll probably be a sequel anyways but would it hurt you guys to review? Pretty please?