X-wing: Asynri's Song
Conclusion
by Jessa
So, here I am. Sitting here in an Interrogation room with a blaster to my forehead. I can't believe I was stupid enough to let myself get caught by the Imps, even if it did save Wedge and the others. I've always known I was expendable, I just didn't think I would die this soon. I mean, I'm only 23. I imagined I'd go out with a bang, in a dogfight, in my fighter. Something spectacular. You know, blaze of glory and all that.
Not once in my life did I ever think I'd die like this. It just seems so. . .mundane.
The officer here keeps asking me questions. Like I'm really going to answer them. He ought to know by now that I'm not going to talk. They even brought in an interrogator droid at one point. I still don't know how I managed to keep from spilling everything I knew in the face of that thing. Those needles still haunt my dreams. . .when I'm allowed to sleep.
He asks me that question again. I can't even concentrate enough to understand what he's asking. I can see his finger tighten on the trigger as he speaks. As I clamp my jaws shut, my life seems to run past my eyes in flashes.
I see my family, and friends from Corellia, and some of my favorite places. I see flashes from battles I've fought in, of friends long dead. I realize I'm about to join them. The fact doesn't fill me with dread. I almost look forward to seeing them again on the other side.
I remember that prank Kari Serral played on Wes Janson. I remember joining Wraith Squadron. I remember the shore leave on Allamarr where Wedge found a long-lost niece. I remember the reprimands I'd gotten at the start of this mission.
I remember the soft feel of Wedge's hair on my fingers, the sweet taste of his lips as we shared our first, and only, kiss after we'd gotten a little tipsy off of Kylarian Shazrak. Okay, almost downright drunk.
I can't help but smile. And that little bit of defiance gives the Imp an excuse to pull the trigger.
Strangely enough, I don't feel anything. I don't hear anything, either. I just see a flash of scarlet, then I feel myself floating. I look down and see my body still sitting in the interrogation chair, with a small blaster hole burned between the eyes and an enigmatic smile that would remain etched on the lips forever.
I hear my mother calling me. It's time to go.
I'm finally free.
Fin