"General Antilles?" A young messenger gazed at Wedge in awe. "Yes, that's me, what is it?"
"I-I have a message for you." He stammered, still staring at the legendary one-time leader of the renowned Rogue Squadron.
"Very well." Wedge grinned, glad that he could still be shocked by his notoriety from time to time. He watched the departing aide for a bit then turned his full attention to the duraplast sheet in his hands. "On Yavin 6, a terrible danger lurks. Be wary of the newest super-weapon that may destroy the galaxy. Its workings are described below." Wedge sighed, deep and heart-felt. Was there no end to these evil geniuses and their monstrous creations? "It is… a secret training academy for Ewoks? Signed, Wes Janson!" Wedge groaned, ashamed he had been the victim of yet another one of his long-time friend and once fellow pilot's idiotic pranks. "Yub-Yub, Wes, Yub-Yub." Attached the sheet was another note, "Luke says to invite you to a banquet at Jedi Academy in 5 days." Wedge smiled at that prospect, it had been far too long since he had last seen his friend.
Everything was in place. Now was the time to take chances, the time to give a push here and a shove there, and hope the whole thing fell the way you wanted it to. Or, at the very least, that it didn't crush you. Slave II was back in its hiding place, and Fett was back to waiting.
Wedge guided his craft in for a smooth landing on the jungle floor. He opened the cockpit and emerged from his borrowed X-Wing. "Funny." He muttered, "Doesn't look like the party's started yet." All he could see were the same blend of old and new ships the trainees had. He shrugged, and began his walk towards the abandoned temple.
"Excuse me, Master Luke, but General Antilles is here for the banquet." Threepio informed Luke.
"Banquet? What banquet?"
Threepio seemed to assume a fallen expression, as impossible as it was for droids to convey emotion. 'You mean there won't be a banquet? I was so looking forward to testing my diplomatic skills, and when the general said you sent him a note inviting him to a banquet…"
"What note?" Luke was beginning to suspect a practical joke of some kind on Wedge's part.
"Why, the one you sent him inviting him the banquet."
Just then, another thought hit Luke. "Threepio, when did you get here?" He was so used to the droid's presence he didn't even remember that Leia had been using him to help look after Anakin and the twins, however incompetent he was.
"Why, I came for the banquet."
Luke was starting to get very confused. "So, Leia and Han and the kids are here for the banquet, and so is Wedge?"
"Yes, Master Luke."
Luke massaged his temples. It was shaping out to be a very long night. "Well, if they're expecting a banquet, I suppose we should give them one, right?"
"Oh joy!" Threepio exclaimed, looking cheered at the prospect of actually using his diplomatic skills.
Note: My computer isn't the best, and sometimes it gets documents confused... if I ever seem to be doing a spontaneus crossover, let me know, since it was probably an upload error.