Disclaimer: just my homage to the man in flannel, who unfortunately owns everything.
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Wedge Antilles expected to retire after the threat of the Yuuzhan Vong had diminished.. he was getting old. You could see everything he had been through in every wrinkle in his face, in his walk, which featured a slight limp favoring his right side. More so than anything, his eyes showed the sorrow he had experienced, the physical and emotional pain he had endured. He watched the senate argue(that's all the senate seemed to do now) over the newest threat. The terrorists that had targeted several buildings vital to the recovering government, but thus far, hadn't made any attempts at assassinations. Everyone in the senate feared they would be the first target. Wedge watched with little interest, far above the senate floor.
"These terrorists are obviously in contact with the smuggler's alliance," boomed the senator from Kuat. "We have to contact the alliance before these terrorists negotiate a treaty."
"We have no proof of anything." Said Cal Omas, calm as ever. "We have never had any hostile relations with the smugglers alliance, and have no reason to believe that they would seek out a treaty with our enemy."
"We had never had any hostile relations with these revolutionists either." The senator from Mon Calamari joined the fray. "that didn't effect their decision to attack us."
Wedge had heard enough. He steped away from the view port. The republic was falling apart from the inside out. Attacks created more unrest., and prompted more people to join the revolutionaries. Wedge was far to old to fight another empire. Cal Omas seemed lucid enough to hold together a failing government, but Wedged feared corruption, not only in Cal Omas, but in rising young military generals. How long would it take for them to realize how much power they actually had? How respectable would they have to be to ignore that power?