Yes. I really love the Rogue Squadron all too much. And supposedly Hobs dies in the battle of Hoth (I'm debating whether or not to let him live in TNQLL), so… this drabble was born.
You see, Luke and Dack were so gung-ho about the battle… it really annoyed the heck out of me. I thought that my boys would better understand the gravity of the situation. And, plus, I wanted to give Hobbie some last words.
Anyways, have fun.
The Plan As It Stood
The pilots run to their subjective aircrafts. The alarms are sounding; the true anthem of the Alliance.
The Rogue Squadron assembles, running frantic last minute checks, calls of 'good luck' echoing through the hanger bay over their heads. Their commander climbs into his fighter, and they can just makes out the words of his gunner before the hatch is closed.
'I feel as though I could take on the entire Empire.'
Over the din, Janson shouts:
'Hey Hobbie, why d'ya reckon we're doing this?'
Hobbie climbs into his fighter. 'What? Doing what?'
'The war.'
'Oh. Well, supposedly, if you win, they hand you the deed to the galaxy and you can make everything right again.'
Hobbie closes the hatch of the fighter. Through it he can seen Janson's jumpsuit, in sharp relief against the snow. And Hobbie thinks, It's a beautiful day for flying.
Well?