Disclaimer: Fine! You caught me! I don't own any of it! Well apart from my wonderful made up characters, (Haden Patrick, Deeken Elliot, Roddy Wright, Enx Godson, Erik Howe, Jack Burnett, Marcus O'Dell and Merric) I don't own anything. But those characters listed above are mine. MINE, MINE, MINE!!!!!!!

War

'And there he was. As he had been, every night for the last month. He couldn't be more than twenty years of age. He had fair hair and starling blue eyes and, as always, he was brandishing the beautiful, glowing sword. It sent out a blue, white light that penetrated even the darkest of places.

As the boy stood there, there was an enormous sense of power in the air. Finally the youth smiled and opened his mouth as if to speak-'

"Roddy. Roddy, you're talking in your sleep again."

Roddy jerked awake, panting. The first thing he noticed was how cold he was. It was absolutely freezing in his room, he must have forgotten to switch the heat on. Through the darkness, he could make out Deeken's silhouette.

"Deeken? Switch the heat on, would you? It's like Hoth in here."

He heard Deeken shuffle away to the other side of the small room. Suddenly, warm air poured in through the ventilators and Roddy gave a sigh of relief.

"Much better, thanks," Roddy reached up and turned on the light, which was above his bed. Everything was suddenly visible and for a moment Roddy, was dazzled by the sudden brightness. When his eyes had cleared, he glanced around and saw Deeken, who was facing away from him.

"Deeken?"

Deeken didn't move. He continued to stare at the opposite wall.

"Deeken, turn around," Roddy said sharply, climbing out of bed. Still Deeken stood as if he was made of stone. "Deeken," Roddy said in a warning tone.

Finally and very slowly, Deeken turned to face him. Roddy wasn't surprised. Deeken's face was a mess. He had several large cuts above his eyes and one particularly nasty one that stretched from his nose to half way down his right cheek. Bruises were starting to show, including a black eye and his lip was split. Roddy noticed a trickle of blood coming down his face out of his blond hair.

Roddy sighed and said, "Not that there is any point asking but, who?"

"You know, who," Deeken whispered. Roddy was surprised to see he was almost crying.

"Oh, Deeken," Roddy said exasperatedly, "When are you going to stand up for your self?" he reached under his bed and brought out a box of tissues and a Med Pak.

Deeken hobbled over to Roddy's bed and sat down on it. From the way he moved, Roddy suspected a broken rib, "There's no point standing up to Haden. He'll just, flatten you anyway. And....." he trailed off as Roddy started applying bacta fluid to the cuts above his eyes, "He's so much bigger than me. Besides I know he only having a bit of fun-"

"Oh, wake up, Deeken!" Roddy, half shouted, "You know perfectly well, that he is not 'having a bit of fun'."

"Yeah, he creams me so often, he must be having a lot of fun." Deeken retaliated, "Enx says he's-"

For the second time, Roddy cut across him, "Enx would say anything Haden told him to. I'm guessing he was there?"

Deeken managed a nod.

Roddy looked disgusted, "Enx has convinced himself Haden isn't doing anything wrong. Did he just sit there and watch?"

"Always does."

Roddy finished using the fluid and said, "Well you'll be alright once the bacta kicks in, but," He examined the longest cut, "I reckon you might get a scar out of that. Shouldn't be too noticeable though. Something to impress the girls with."

Deeken smiled weekly and then asked, "Roddy, do you think I'm a coward?"

Roddy was taken a back by the sudden question. He hesitated, then said "No, of course not!"

Deeken had noticed his pause.

"Well," Roddy continued, after Deeken gave him a look, "I do think you need to stand up to and face your fears a bit, but..... Anyway, who said you're a coward?"

Deeken's annoyed look turned to one of sarcasm, "Who do you think? Haden."

Roddy laughed quietly, "Since when have you listened to what Haden Patrick says? I would have thought you had enough wits left in you to realise not to take any notice of him!"

"Well it's hard not to notice him, seeing as he's seven feet tall and he's coming at you like a charging bantha! Anyway," Deeken looked down at the floor and mumbled, "I wouldn't normally, but this time Enx backed him up."

Roddy shook his head, "And he calls himself your cousin!"

"Well, only in privet. He wouldn't want to admit in front of the other men."

Roddy was happy to see Deeken returning to himself again. He only acted childish when he was scared, which, Roddy reminded himself was most of the time.

In Roddy's opinion, they shouldn't have let him onto Darth Vader's star destroyer. At the age of only eighteen, he was too young and too inexperienced. He was there for more likely to make mistakes, which could cost him dearly. Roddy knew if anything ever happen to the boy, he would be responsible. Deeken had only asked to be sent to the Executor, because that was where Roddy was going.

"I'm going to go, OK?" Deeken said getting up and limping over to the door, "I'm going to the medic to report my.....accident and see what he can do. Sorry I woke you Roddy."

"Nonsense! Its fine! If he goes for you again, come to me, and I'll sort you out."

"Thanks." Deeken opened the door and began to exit.

"Wait!" cried Roddy. Deeken turned back confused.

"Just out of interest, what was I saying?" Roddy saw the confusion grow on Deeken's battered face, "You know, when I was asleep."

"Oh, that!" Deeken grinned through his bruises, "You said something about a lightsabre! I think you've been listening to way to many legends and stories!"

Roddy was tempted to say, 'They're not stories!' but he withheld his comment and just contented himself with waving goodbye to Deeken. He then lay back on his bed and thought about the young boy he kept dreaming of. He always carried his lightsabre with him, well at least Roddy supposed it was a lightsabre, he'd never seen one before. But who was he? The Jedi had been extinct for years.........

What had the boy been about to say before Deeken had burst into the dream? There was only one way to find out. Roddy closed his eyes.

Deeken hobbled off down the hall. The pain in his chest was intense, but talking to Roddy about his problems always left him feeling happy and content, even if he had recently been beaten up by Haden. Still there was one thing that he wasn't happy with.

Roddy had said, "If he goes for you again, come to me, and I'll sort you out."

It would have been far more comforting if he had said, "If he goes after you again, come to me, and I'll sort him out."

Deeken shook his head furiously as he turned the corner towards the medic centre. He was expecting too much of Roddy. After all, he was only Deeken's best friend, and indeed, Deeken's only friend. So why should he step in and stop Deeken from get damn near killed.

"No," Deeken thought, as he drew near to his destination, "That isn't fair. Haden is twice as big as Roddy. If he tried to help he'd damn near get himself killed. Besides, Haden's always nice to me when Roddy's around. I wonder why?"

Deeken rapped on the door and walked into the ward.

"Oh, it's you again!" the old healer exclaimed, "What happened this time? Did you fall down a flight of stairs? No wait a moment there are no stairs on this ship! Um, let's see....You can't have nearly drowned because that wouldn't have giving you those bruises, last time I checked there aren't any gundarks on board so that isn't the answer-"

"Alright, Merric! You've made your point!"

With Merric's help, Deeken managed to get to one of the beds and sit down.

The healer studied him closely, "When are you just going to admit you were in a fight......again!"

"I'm sorry Merric but I don't have a lot of time, can we speed things up a bit?" Deeken asked coldly.

"Alright, be that way," Merric said, reaching for his tools, "but one of these days, that Haden Patrick is going to do for you!"

Deeken shouldn't have been surprised. Merric often saw and heard, way more than his eyes and ears reported to him.

A.N This chapter is dedicated to my great friend; Crazy Surfer, who, on the night I finished this, taught me a valuable lesson in Friendship.

In Answer toevil-kenshin, Rogue squadron was formed, just after the end of A New Hope, by Commander Narra. Well, to be fair to you, they were originally called Rogue Group, but they became known as the Rogue Squadron shortly afterwards.

Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed me so far and a special message goes out to Sweetdeath04..........

YOU WILL NOT WIN!!!!! And something extra to make you mad.............

TARKIN!!!!!!! JABBA!!!!!!! XIZOR!!!!!!!!! You're going to get me for that.

Well, I'm trying to finish writing this with my little dog, Maggie, sitting on my knee and I can tell you it's hard to type when there's a dog in the way!

Next chapter is written just waiting for a good time to update.

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