Wedge watched with an amused smile as Corran pressed his face on the see through duraplast visitor window, trying to peer down the hallway. Corran and Mirax had an emotional reunion, but they had to do it without touching, the Rogues were still examined for "bugs" as the Intelligence division put it.

Well, most of the Rogues.

Wedge looked up to where Tycho was talking to beautiful Winter who had just arrived after a long 2 month mission, then to Hobbie who sat next to him who was deep in thought. Both of them looked far more grim than usual, and Wedge could most definitely guess why. Wes Janson was dead. During the past months, he had managed to keep any thought of the happy-go-lucky pranker, but now, waiting to be released from confinement, his mind kept on replaying memories of Wes Janson.

When they had first met right after the first Deathstar, when he looked still a little sickly and a bit more than a little depressed, but he had a grin on his face as he shook Wedge's hand, introducing himself as the great sharpshooter king and the (unofficial) prankster king. First meeting Hobbie where Wes named him the pessimistic king and the two immediately becoming partners in crime. Seeing Tycho chase Wes all over Echo base for making dumb blonde jokes with a few implying modifications to some of the jokes.

Now he was gone forever. Now there would be no pranks. No unexpected things falling or leaping out at him. No person to constantly make fun of him. No annoying laughter that filled the air.

It hurt more than anything. It hurt even more than losing the pilots during the first death star, because he did not know them nearly as much as Janson. Why? Why did the happy one of them, have to die first?

The Rogue squadron will never ever truly be the same, without Wes.

It will never heal from this wound.

Wedge Antilles will never heal from that loss.

"Mirax!"

Wedge raised his head at the sound of Corran Horns voice. There, on the otherside of the glass was Mirax and Iella, both looking extremely happy and pleased with themselves.

Wedge forced a smile and moved to get up, but halfway through the motion he froze.

There on the otherside of the glass…. Was an Ewok.

Wedge's mind totally went blank on him. All he could do was stare at the spotted Ewok. It was dressed in the (painful) orange flightsuit with a rogue patch and helmet.

"Lieutenant Kettch reporting for duty! Yub Yub!"

This can't be happening, this can't be happening. Wedge thought.

"Is that?" Hobbie whispered, staring at the doll.

"No way….." Tycho gasped wide eyed.

"Wes?" Wedge asked.

A familiar dark haired head peeked out and a huge blinding smile lit up his face.

"Yub Yub Commander! Or should I say General Antilles?"

Wedge's jaw dropped.

He was alive.

Wes Janson is alive.

"WES!"

Sorry about the wait. Lieutenant Kettch is awesome by the way.