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Ghost Squadron
Flight Team One
Ghost Leader – Kit Lee (Human Male Corellia)
Ghost Two – Kei Lee (Human female Corellia)
Ghost Three - Natas Treadwell (Human Male Kessel)
Ghost Four - Talon 'Bird' Dalton (Human Male Corescount)
Flight Team Two
Ghost Five - Cherriss Ke Hanadi (Human Female Adumar)
Ghost Six - Pall Perkin (Human Male Alderann)
Ghost Seven – Squir Jay'El (Bothan Male Bothawui)
Ghost eight - Kora Key (Human female Happs Cluster)
Flight Team Three
Ghost Nine - Jared Hazey (Human Male Dantooine)
Ghost Ten - Jo' Brom (Bothan Male Bothawui)
Ghost Eleven –Erik Angel (Human man Tatooine)
Ghost Twelve –Dep Von Klemp (Chiss Male Outer Rim)
Ghost Support Crew
Erik Sell'Borg – Master Mechanic (Lt.)
Tee Dee One - Ghost Yoeman Droid
The Marauder Squadron
Dewayne Lee (Human Male Corellia – Kit and Kei's Brother)
Jay Swag (Human Male Bakura)
Cries for Revenge
Chapter 1
Starting Over
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The fight for galactic peace has been fought for far to long. Since the victory at Yavin and Endor, the New Republic has struggled to rebuild the galaxy back to its former glory. At time it seemed as though it was a fools errand but then there where moments when victory was all but assured.
It has been twenty long years of fighting and sacrificing for the Republic. There are still those within the shadows of the ever-fading empire who will stop at nothing to see that it keeps fighting and suffering. When General Wedge Antilles, hero of the Republic, gets wind of an elite Imperial squadron that has single handedly destroyed all but one pilot, consequently an elite of the Republic, Major Kit Lee, he sets into motion a plan to give the Major a change to fight back.
After all, who would not want a chance to finally avenge their parent's killers, especially when it was family who killed them in the first place…
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"Damn it Kit, get out here -!"
The words were cut off from the commanding officer as a 'Tie Claw' tore through the pilots cockpit. The site of the plume of fire and the rapidly falling metal pieces of the once top of the line craft made his stomach turn . From his position below the scene he could only watch wide eyed, and frozen.
Kit sat up in his bunk with a strangled cry, his breath ragged in his chest, and his limbs weary from strain. His sheets were tangled tightly around his legs, and his bare chest was moist with perspiration despite the cold air trickling through the vents on the wall.
Kit wiped his parched mouth with the back of his hand to find that his face was also covered in small beads of sweat. Sighing he untangled himself and used a corner of the thin sheet to dry himself off, taking the time to drag his feet over the side of his rack where he sat gripping the sides of the mattress. Kit glanced down at his wrist to look at the chrono and groaned.
"Great," he muttered. "Time to work."
Kit Lee is considered by most
to be a great pilot having scored a impressive amount of kills. But to be called the best he was not. Having graduated second in his class. he joined his first command and squadron the 'Devil Ray' X – Wing squad. He spent eighty percent of his career there, going through the ranks quickly. After putting on the title of Major he was transferred to the Devil Ray's sister squadron the 'White Star' group. There he served as Executive Officer over the group for close to four years, only to engage a seemingly unseen force that called them selves the 'Tie Claw's'. They cut down everyone of his subordinates as if they were nothing but droids.
Kit shook his head to snap himself out of his half awake daze and headed to the refresher unit to get ready for his day. After he showered and shaved he dressed and only stopped long enough to look himself over, his eyes stopping on the 'White Star' logo shinning almost pristinely on his right sleeve.
He left after strapping on his boots and locking up behind himself, his feet automatically carrying him to the lifts at the end of the hall and then down to the level where his x – wing awaited him. On his way he nodded to the numerous salutes and even humored a fellow officer in conversation as they headed the same way. It was the same routine almost everyday he was on duty, polite talk with those he was equal with, stern faced to those below him, and ignoring the quiet giggles from the occasional group of female cadets.
He finally got away from the main stream of daily people and into the lower levels where the half - open aired bay where the ships were held. He nodded to an airman and watched out of the corner of his eye as he rushed forward to ready his x – wing. He stopped long enough at a side locker to put on a flight suit and watched as a trolley tugged his ship to the take off area. When he reached his rig he looked up to see his R2 unit waiting in its usual spot behind the cockpit.
"Okay Chips, is she ready?" Kit asked as he grasped the latter and was greeted by the familiar feel of the ships seat. There was an affirmative beep through the intercom system in his helmet when he put it on. He grinned slightly and nodded.
"Lets go then," he said as the repulsor coils lifted him and gave the right rudder a little nudge and slowly turned around to point to the nose towards the Republic main headquarters.
"I wonder what the General wants with me, Chips. I already gave him my reports," he wondered out loud as a message chimed it arrival on his screen. He glanced to read through it quickly and chuckled at the concerned series of beeps. "No Chips I don't think he's going to fire me."
He piloted his x – wing into the main stream of ship traffic, much to his annoyance. This way of traveling was not what he liked, but as it were any craft that strayed out of the designated lanes were rewarded with heavy fines. Something he really didn't need to bother with this early in the morning was having a run in with the local police, waste of time he thought.
The military ought to be able to handle local disputes and what not, but with new laws being passed, people like Kit were coming into light of more of an privileged job.
'Oh well,' he thought as the headquarters came into sight and peeled away from the stream of vehicles. Finding a landing berth was easier then he thought but he didn't pay it much mind. As he landed a protocol droid trotted out to meet him, waiting until he left the shut down sequence to his R2 until and climbed down.
"Good Afternoon sir, I am D3-," Kit cut off the droid by covering the speaker that was supposed to be it 'mouth'.
"No talking, just take me to the General," he said, lowering his hand. The droid bowed stiffly and began to walk to the turbo lift, leaving Kit to follow. They entered the lift and the protocol droid entered a series of numbered coordinates for the lift to follow.
Kit took this time of silence to lean against the wall and close his eyes with his arms folded across his chest until they arrived. Just as his patience started to wane a chime and light sounded off above them.
"Finally," Kit muttered under his breath and straightened himself.
"The General's door is at the end of the corridor, sir," the droid said in its crisp mechanic voice.
"Thanks," he replied with a sigh as he walked resolutely down the standard deck gray colored passageway until he reached the Generals door. Before he could even raise his hand to push the buzzer for the door, it flew open. There stood General Wedge Antilles himself, war hero and the best of the best. Kit snapped to instantly with a salute.
"Sir!" He said sharply, somewhat shaken off balance by the sudden sight of the man. The General returned the salute with a half smile that almost exhumed cockiness.
"Please come in and have a seat Major."
Wedge continued to smile lopsidedly as he leaned back into his high backed chair
"So," he started. "I finally get to meet the man who, most say, is going to be my replacement," he said with amusement.
"Sir I don't know about that, you're a flying legend," he said only to be cut off by the man.
"Please," Wedge said with a pained look. "If I want my butt kissed I'll press this button right here." He pointed down to a button that was labeled 'butt kisser'. "Its for when for when I'm feeling full of myself," he said laughing. Kit frowned slightly not sure if it was a joke or if that thing really worked. Seeing no response Wedge coughed slightly and went on.
"But we're not here to talk about my ass kisser, this is all about you," he said a little more seriously, the cocky grin gone from his face. "What would you say if I told you, you were up for promotion with your own command?"
Kit heard the words promotion and command quite clearly, even though they seemed a little farfetched, it did raise his spirits just a bit.
Wedge continued, "I'm sure you know well enough about Rogue Squadron."
Even though it was not a question Kit nodded silently. "Well, since my success with both Rogue and Wraith Squadron's I have a little bit of pull when it comes to assembling new squads, specifically elite ones." He paused. "I have been giving permission to start training the next generation of pilots, and I want you to lead them."
'Me?' Kit thought to himself then shook his head slightly and looked the General square in the face with a slight frown, "Me, sir?"
"Yes, Major, you. Your record stands as one of the best in a long time," Wedge picked up a data pad and looked it over. "An impressive list of accomplishments here. Top of the Academy, climbing rank faster then anybody ever would have expected, a wide collection of metals and awards. I would say your perfect for the job and I'm sure you know what the title of Commander entails."
Kit ducked his head down slightly to think it over, which didn't take long. He looked back up after his moment of pause and stood.
"Sir," he snapped to attention once again with a salute and pinned his gaze on the wall above the Generals head. "I accept."
His salute was returned when the General stood and when Kit relaxed Wedge reached out and clasped his hand.
"Good!" Wedge said with a smile. "Well for the time being, Commander Kit, first things first – You need a Executive Officer. Anybody come to mind?"
Kit didn't even need to think about and grinned, "oh yes sir, I do."
"Great, lets go get him and where off to Fuller Station for training."
"Yes sir." Kit replied, but he knew he had a surprise in store for the General when he found out who his XO would be.
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As General Antilles and the now Commander Kit Lee exited the office Wedge turned his head towards the other man.
"Well who do you have in mind for your Executive Officer?"
"Well, sir, we'll have to jump system in the Revenger to go get her," he said lightly.
Wedge looked thoughtful for a moment with a frown of his own, "Her? You do know the rules about fraternization right?"
Kit almost laughed at that, but managed to keep a somewhat straight face and nodded. "Y-yes sir. I have had word that her command ship should be in orbit of Fuller Station with in a couple of days and all we would have to do is go up there and get her."
"What is her name so I can get the transactions made Commander."
"Yes sir of course," Kit allowed himself to grin. "My sister, Captain Kei Lee."
Wedge laughed a little and nodded. "I see, I see. Well then we'll have her meet us on Fuller Station, two days from now."
AN I started writin this a few years back and i just found it. this is my first fic ever on any thing. Please read and review.