Part One: How Dare You

Behind me I could hear Iella tapping her foot impatiently at my computer, looking over my shoulder to see what I was doing. Hey, if she wanted me to hack the files faster, then by all means, she could hack the files. Another button was pressed and then I looked up over my shoulder at Iella.

"Leave my computer alone, honestly," I said to her. She stopped tapping her foot. I could tell a smirk was settling on my face even as I turned back to my screen.

The Force told me that Wedge was now standing a few paces behind his wife. I another key and smiled as the files began listing themselves. I looked over at Iella to see her smiling, then heard Wedge's voice.

"You know, Adra, Iella is your commanding officer as the Wraiths are technically considered an Intelligence team as well." He'd obviously heard my little 'leave my computer alone' bit. Too bad.

Instead of reply straight off as I knew he expected me to, I swiveled around in my chair, speaking first to Iella. "There are your files, Commander. As to you, Wedge, I'd expect you of all people to know that I honestly don't care. If I need to point out such times as my insubordination shows best, I will."

I watched Wedge as he shook his head, staring at me with disbelief. "Of course," he said, "I should've first asked myself when the last time it was that a Wraith listened to a commanding officer."

The glare I knew I had on my face was enough for him to get the picture of the last time: when he had been so 'kind' as to yell at me about me taking all the blame about Tyria's getting captured. The smile he wore caused me to scowl and I'm sure he had a pretty good idea about the urge I was resisting following into wiping that stupid grin off his face.

"I wouldn't do that, Tallon," he said. Immediately that sparked the match for my fire of sarcasm.

"You wouldn't and would suggest a lot of things. The usual happening is that I do the opposite of what you do suggest unless it suits me," I said, thinking of Jaina's similar comment a few weeks ago.

Wedge glared at me, giving me the same look he had just before the little "boot talk". Quickly I stood up, giving him a mock salute that I just knew he'd appreciate. Then I walked past him, heading towards the sims to go kick Ari and Gaeriel out of them. To my surprise, Nicola fell into step next to me. Oh well, the more the merrier!

"Glad to know I'm not alone," I said to her, a grin forming on my face once more.

I could see Nicola nodding, however we walked by the hanger bay at that exact second and I completely forgot about going to the sims. Instead, I walked slowly backwards, gaze fixed inside the platform until I could get a better view of the ship there.

Nicola came over next to me, looking around me to attempt to find what was so attention-consuming. She raised an eyebrow at me, as if I were insane, then shook her head. Well hey, it's not my fault I happen to have a love for the spacecrafts I grew up flying.

Ignoring Nicola's protests of going to the sims, not inspecting ships, I walked out onto the docking bay, approaching the TIE Interceptor. My feet unconsciously carried me around it as I circled it, my own inspection, my fingers longing to touch the hull, though not daring to for worry of who it belonged to. And I had a pretty good idea, considering another pilot had come out onto the hanger the moment we entered.

General Baron Soontir Fel stood near the wall, watching my every move. Yes, I was quite right. This was, in fact, his legendary Interceptor. He alone was proof that it was his. From what I knew about the Baron, he wouldn't like it if anyone touched his ship, so instead of touching the cool metal hull, I kept my hands to myself.

Behind me I heard Nicola say something that sounded like "Oh my" but as to whether it was to me, the ship, or the Baron, I don't really know nor care. I was just too interested in the ship right now.

A moment later I heard Nicola take out her comm. and click it on, saying into it, "Iella, Fighter Girl here. You might want to lock Wedge in his office for the next few days."

Over the comm. I heard Iella's reply, "Thanks Nicola. I'll remember that. Care to give me your reasonings?"

Nicola replied instantly. "Try the fact that Baron Fel's around."

At the other end it sounded as if someone were trying not to choke. "Since when? Oh sith..." The sounds of Iella's voice faded slightly and I could tell that she was yelling at Wedge while trying not to let the comm. pick up all of her voice. "Wedge, if you move out of your seat I'm going to murder you. Stay!"

Unfortunately, I don't think Wedge listened, because I could hear someone standing up noisily over the comm. Then, through the glass around the end of the bay, I saw Wedge come striding out into the hall.

He was looking over behind his shoulder, presumably at Iella, as he spoke, "Why are you going t- Sithspawn!" He had turned around, his gaze falling on the Baron. The tension rising between the two Generals was easy enough to see, if not feel full-blast through the Force. Without even looking I could tell that both of them were glaring at one another. As Wedge started to make a very violent move towards Fel, Iella grabbed his collar, causing him to rub his neck.

Me? I just continued inspecting the ship. However, I think I got a little too close to it for Fel's comfort because he took a step in my direction, as if a warning. I just kept my head bent as I inspected the siding. Nicola's hand grabbed my arm, trying to drag me away from the ship, but quickly I shook her off. I could tell easily that something like revered longing was showing on my face, considering it was clearly embedded in my voice.

"But...but...that's just like mine!"

Behind me I saw Fel still glaring then turn back to Wedge. And soon after, Iella was speaking from her point of holding her husband's collar. Crazy Corellians, I tell ya. Even if my family did move from Corellia about two generations back.

While I didn't catch Iella's words, I caught Wedge's two. "Not fair," he seemed to be whining to his wife.

Iella, I knew, would be taking none of it. And I was right. "Very fair," was her simple response.

A glance over my shoulder told me that General Fel was still watching me as I walked around the solar panels. This ship was very nicely made, I'd give whoever made it that much. Incredibly put together.

Nicola rolled her eyes off to my right, keeping her distance. "Adra, when you die, I'll have absolutely no sympathy for you."

I can only assume she meant by the hands of the Baron. It wasn't as if I were planning to hop in the cockpit or anything. My reply came out very offhand...more-so than I would like. "I'm not planning on touching it." It was the truth...as much as I would like to feel the metal.

The sounds behind me indicated that Wedge was making another Iella-break away. Nicola's voice, however, carried over. "Riiight..." So much for her believing me. Not that I'd expected her to.

I looked over my shoulder in time to see Iella smack the back of Wedge's head and I had to stifle a laugh. Wedge winced visibly before grabbing his blaster. I looked over at the Baron; he didn't seem to be at all affected by the fact that a blaster was pointing at him at a very close range. Instead, the Baron was still watching me and my inspection.

"I should hope you're not planning on touching me ship," he seemed to be replying to my statement to Nicola, "If you do, then I'm afraid I'll have to introduce you to blaster bolts."

Meanwhile, Iella had grabbed the blaster from her husband's hand. Wedge was looking outraged, Fel quite calm, and Nicola was shaking her head at me.

"What did I tell you, Adra?" She stated it like it might be a question.

"Nothing," I replied in my off-hand way again.

"Really now?"

I began inspecting the underside of the ship now, nodding slightly, and muttering my response. "Mmhmm..."

I heard Nicola pick up her comm. for a second time and it was very apparent that she was calling Face, Kell and Bror. "Alright you three, get her out of a 5 mile radius of Fel's ship."

How dare she! Oh well. Inspect it while you can! So I continued with my inspection, oblivious to Fel's watching my every move. As I took a few more steps onward, reviewing the sides and scorch marks along them, I felt someone grab me from behind. Quickly Kell and Bror came to Face's 'aid' as he attempted to drag me away from the TIE. My attempt at elbowing Face was a very half-hearted one, so instead I crossed my arms over my chest, saying all the while my quite heated opinions.

"Not fair! I was inspecting a ship that's the closest I've ever seen to mine! How dare you..."

Face looked mildly nonplussed and I could tell that a conversation would be coming up in the near future about what I meant. Oh well, why not tell him a bit more about my past, considering he's going to be marrying me. Or is it the other way around? Aw, who cares.

"They dare, that's how," Iella's voice carried over to me and I turned my head as best I could to get a look at her. However, my gaze only fell as far as a now bit-more-relived looking Baron turning to face Wedge.

I watched with half-interest as Wedge twisted out of his wife's grip and headed towards the other General. Fel raised his hand and the blaster in it, leveling it to the other Corellian's head. Wedge raised his blaster and likewise aimed it at Fel. Fine, they want to ruin my fun? I might as well ruin theirs! And with that thought, I reached out along the Force, grabbing both blasters, and then I sent them careening around the room. Fel looked for a minute as if he were debating jumping in his cockpit and firing at Wedge from there. I could've done it for him, considering I'd do quite a bit just to sit in Fel's craft.

The only problem was that now I couldn't see General Fel's ship. Kell, Bror and Face had all managed to drag me away from the hanger. With a quick twist of my own, I got Kell and Bror to release me. I felt Face's hold that was now around my waist tighten, and I was torn between wanting to stay exactly where I was for the rest of time or to go back to the hanger and finishing my inspection. For the moment, the idea of remaining in Face's hold proved the more fatal attraction.