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Chapter 4: Trials of a Corellian
FLASHBACK
Wedge entered the Mess hall a second after Luke. He saw what was wrong. A body lay on the floor, soaked in blood. His pilots stood back, Jansen out front with his blaster drawn, Corran beside with his lightsaber in his had. Wedge did a quick head count. 8. Wait, 8? Wedge thought, there should be nine Rouges there. 12 pilots minus Tycho, Hobbie and me. Oh no. Wedge looked at the body on the floor. It was wearing a Rebel uniform, with a Rogue Squadron patch. Oh sithspith.
End flashback
Luke looked closely at the body on the floor. He didn't recognize the person, save for the Rogue Squadron patch. He turned to his students. "Jaina, what happened here?"
His niece looked up at him. "He said the Jedi were useless in the fight against the Empire if we wouldn't just kill them with the Force."
Luke glanced at Wedge, then looked at the girl once more, "How was he killed?"
Jaina looked at her twin brother, then back at her Uncle. She opened he mouth, but no words came out. Wedge looked at Jaina, then turned and left the room. Tycho followed him and found him sitting on a rock on the landing pad. The Alderaanian stood beside his best friend, watching the Corellian concernedly.
"How am I going to explain to the Admiral that one of my pilots was killed in friendly territory?"
Tycho watched his friend, "You need to tell him Wedge. Whichever Jedi did it, if it was a Jedi, were provokā¦" Tycho wasn't even able to finish his sentence as the leader of Rogue Squadron disappeared in a bright white flash. Tycho looked at the spot where Wedge had sat just seconds before, before turning and running towards the Academy.
Hobbie stood inside the Academy, watching with the other Rogues whilst Luke tried to find out who had killed the pilot. David Cahoona had transferred to Starfighter Command and decided he'd be better in Rogue Squadron. Being a Bothan, he'd gone straight to the most well known Bothan councillor on the Senate, Borsk Fey'lya, and he had used his family's influence to be ordered into Rogue Squadron by Fey'lya. Hobbie hadn't cared much for him, not that Hobbie was racist, but because the Bothan had been egotistical, rude, and had said some nasty things about a previous Rogue Bothan, Asyr Sei'lar, Gavin Darklighters ex-girlfriend, who had died in the line of duty. Even though he was only a Major, Hobbie had had to punish the Bothan once for not following instructions.
He was about to tell Jansen to go help Tycho with dealing with an angry Rogue Leader, when the Alderaanian ran back inside and everyone turned to look.
"Wedge is gone!"
A shocked silence spread through out the room, as Hobbie and Jansen sped overt to Tycho.
"What? How?" Jansen said, concerned for one of his oldest friends. If they'd lost Wedge, they were in trouble.
"I don't know. He just disappeared in a flash of white light."
Jansen turned and glared at Mauric Jahop, who started to snicker at Tychos comment.
"Shut up Jahop, or you'll be locked in the Freighter and I'll let Jaina fly your X-Wing"
Jahop shut up immediately as Jaina brightened.
Wedge looked around as he was transported somewhere else. Oh great. Now what's happened. Why me? Why can't Hobbie get kidnapped for once? Iella will kill me. Wedge turned sharply as the door behind him opened, and a small grey creature stepped into the room.
"What is your name?" The grey alien asked, as another stepped into the room.
Wedge frowned slightly, "I would think that you'd know who I am, seeing as you kidnapped me."
"We did not bring you here because of who you are. You were brought here due to hat you are"
"You brought me here because I'm a Correlian, pilot or General?"
The alien blinked its black eyes, "no, you were brought here because you are an advanced Human. What is your name?"
Wedge was confused, but tried not to show it too much. "I'm General Wedge Antilles, of Rogue Squadron. You are?"
"I am Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet. Please follow me."
Wedge watched the two aliens leave, ok then, and then followed them. He was amazed at the interior of the ship. We certainly don't have any of these ships in the New Republic fleet. They continued along the hallway, Wedge listening to the strange language the Asgard, or who he assumed to be the Asgard race, were talking in. The entered what appeared to be the control deck, and Thor sat in the seat in the centre of the room. Wedge stood beside it as the other Asgard went to a control panel and moved a crystal. Suddenly the stars in the view port turned into lines. They'd entered hyperspace.
"I know I'm just the passenger, but where are we going?" Wedge asked.
"We are travelling to the planet Atlantis. They have need of your abilities there," Thor replied.
Wedge blinked. "They need fighter pilots?"
Thor looked at the Human, "No, they are in need of the powers you posses inside of you."
Wedge looked at the alien strangely, but chose not to comment on that. "You do realise my people will wonder where I am?"
Thor nodded, "Do not worry General. That problem is being taken care of."
Just then, the New Republic erupted into a state of emergency as Colonel Tycho Celchu relayed the news that Star Fighter Commands top General had disappeared.
Hehehehe. How are the Asgard 'taking care' of the problem? What will happen? Atlantis shall feature in the next chapter. :D
