Age Shmage part deuce

Ben watched as the beings wandered through the holograms, stopping at random, and observing the pilots that were displayed. "It's amazing," a voice said from behind him.

"What is?" he asked, turning to look at Myri who stopped nearby.

"That all of these people are here. Some haven't seen each other in years."

"I guess it is." Ben shrugged. "My dad doesn't talk much about his time in Rogue Squadron. I guess he considers it part of his past, before he was Master Skywalker."

"Oh, it's hard for my dad to get away from it. When we were little he was always General Antilles, never just Wedge. I think he always wanted to get away from that. That's why we moved to Corellia after the War."

"I thought Corellians loved their pilots."

"We do! Don't get me wrong, but we also respect their privacy – at least, the majority of the people do. We also live in a complex designed for those famous Corellians who don't wish to be disturbed."

"I wish the rest of the galaxy understood that too. Whenever my dad or mom go out they have to do it almost in secret, or they get people following them everywhere." As he said this he looked at her, thinking how she was pretty, but to old to consider him as anything more than a cute little kid.

"That must be horrible." Myri glanced at her companion, who started to blush, as she had caught him staring at her. "Let's go look at them." Ben just nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.

"It looks like your kids have found each other." Gavin said to Luke and Wedge. the three were standing in front of the marker for Biggs Darklighter, Gavin's older cousin, and man who died protecting Luke during his run on the first Death Star.

"What?" Wedge asked, looking to where Gavin was pointing. "Skywalker, am I going to have to give your son the 'my daughter has two blasters, a father, and three so-called uncles who will protect her nobility' speech?"

Luke laughed but shook his head. "Probably not, Ben inherited my grace with the ladies. I don't think you have much to worry about." Luke watched as Myri laughed at something his son said. "And she's also, what? Four years older than him."

"She will be nineteen in a few months."

"Ben's fourteen. So five years older."

Unnoticed by the three of the four former squadron leaders, Wes Janson overheard their conversation and plans started to formulate in his mind. He snuck away pretending to be looking at the various holograms, and headed towards a dour-faced man – Hobbie.

"So there we were, just sitting in shock; Tahiri's bare toes millimeters from where the lightsaber had gorged a mark in the ground." Ben finished his story to Myri's laughter.

"And you all just sat there when the lightsaber flew off of her belt?"

"Well yeah, the oldest out of us was eleven, we hadn't a clue what was going on. We thought it was part of the lesson."

"On Vong culture?" Myri snickered at this. "Are all young Jedi that…"

"Stupid?" Ben offered. "Some are, but most of the boys were distracted by how pretty she was."

Myri rolled her eyes. "How cute. The wittle Jedi had a cwush on their teacher."

"You can't honestly tell me you've never had a crush on a teacher."

"Well, I may have." Myri said coyly.

"Was he starry?" Ben asked, faking a soprano and batting his eyelashes.

"You have pretty eyelashes." Myri said changing the subject. "I wish mine were as long as yours."

"They look girly." Ben said quietly, they were next to the first hologram.

"What's wrong with me looking girly?" Myri said putting her hands on her hips.

"Nothing, you look pretty enough now, though." Ben said it all quickly, and in one breath, while looking at the hologram. He read the plaque to himself, assuming Myri was doing the same.

While he did that Myri studied his feature, thinking to herself that he was kind of cute, for a fourteen year old. Give him a few years and he'd be handsome. Her face blushed as he looked over at her, catching her staring at him, this time.

"So who is he?" Myri asked, covering for her stare by looking at the hologram.

"Jek Porkins." Ben said from what he had read on the plaque. "Apparently he died at Yavin."

"Oh, Piggy." Myri said recognizing the name. "My dad told Syal and I about him. When we were learning how to fly, he told us to always keep the inertial compensator down a few percent, so that we would know what was happening. Apparently he didn't, and that's why he wasn't able to pull out of a dive that put him into the Death Star."

"That's horrible… to die like that." Ben shook his head as the two moved on to the next hologram.

"I couldn't imagine being a fighter pilot. I don't know how Syal does it; always a second away from death."

"It's fun." Ben said smiling, at Myri's look he explained. "At least that's what Jaina says. She's training me to be a pilot."

"I thought you could already fly."

"Oh, I can. But she's teaching me how to fly fighters. Right now I can only fly shuttles and speeders." He shrugged. "I think she's also trying to convince the Council to create a permanent Jedi squadron, instead of just having them use whoever's available."

"Okay."

"If you're going to be a spy won't your life always been in danger, too?"

"Sort of, but I'm not going to be a spy myself. I'll be a spy catcher."

"But that's still plenty dangerous. Spies do crazy stuff in tight spaces." Ben said recalling when he had to strip to his underclothes and run through the Centerpoint Station.

"I'm sure, but I'll be in control of the situation, not them."

"It's easy to deceive somebody that thinks they're in control." Ben kicked at a stone that was on the ground. "Or to underestimate somebody."

"That sounds like personal experience." Myri stated looking over at her young companion.

"I can't say; Jedi secrets and all."

A/N sorry about having to reupload this chapter, I didn't realize that FFN started cutting down spaces. So I had to fix the scene change. Sorry again.