Interlude 1
Rouge Group Base, Kashyyyk
They slept in the Pulsar Skate because the Rouge Group base on Kashyyyk had become incredibly crowded of late and, since they had the Baudo-class yacht in the hanger whenever Mirax was on base, they used it as their quarters whenever they were there together. When Mirax and the Skate were gone, Corran slept with the rest of his squadron in the bunkroom. Mirax was heading out tomorrow.
"I don't see why it has to be you," he said, standing beside her. She just sighed; they had been over this several times already.
"I understand that Wedge can't go. He's too easily recognizable. But what about Tycho?"
"As you're well aware, Corran, Tycho Celchu is nearly as recognizable as Wedge Antilles these days."
"You're right, you're right. I just wish it wasn't you," he said, wrapping his arms around his lover.
"I don't fully understand why they're sending me, myself. I'm not exactly a politician," Mirax admitted.
"Probably has something to do with your negotiation skills. You sure you don't want to take Whistler?" he asked.
"Corran, I don't need your astromech to take care of me."
"I'm just worried about you, Mirax. This is going to be the largest gathering of rebel leaders since the fall of the Alliance, and that means there are more chances that the Imperials have heard of it than there have been for any meeting since then. I wish I could go with you."
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I know you do, CorSec."