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"Get clear, Wedge," Luke said over the comm.

Wedge's X-wing had been hit, and as the other pilot pulled up and out of the trench, it left Luke and Biggs to finish the run and hopefully destroy the space station. Biggs' X-wing sounded an alarm, but there was no escaping the target lock in the narrow trench. Another blaring of alarms indicated Biggs' shields were down, and another hit would be the end.

The explosion never came to Biggs' dismay.

Biggs opened his eyes to find himself lying, still in his flight suit, on a bed in a small but modest room. The humid air still managed to leak through the brick walls and through the window, showing a blue sky dotted with rain clouds floating lazily by. Sitting up, Biggs wondered if he had just dreamed of the horrifying trench run that had killed so many rebel pilots. Was Luke even at the Rebel base? Knowing Luke's uncle, that seemed unlikely, though for a dream it had felt very real.

Stretching his sore muscles, Biggs stood and crossed the short distance to the window. Yavin IV's jungle was filled with the sounds of creatures and leaves of vegetation blowing in the breeze. Searching the sky for some sign of the Death Star, Biggs found himself wondering if it hadn't been a dream; the Rebels must have won since there was no sign of the space station. Nor could he detect any signs of a recent battle.

Sighing, he decided to go find either Wedge or Princess Leia. One of them would have answers. Stepping out into the hallway, Biggs was surprised by the quiet on the base. He wasn't located that far from the main command center, and in his experience, even had his room not been close to command, during downtimes, star fighter pilots weren't known as the most quiet bunch.

He was just turning the corner when he collided with a woman. "Sorry, ma'am," he said after recovering.

The woman fixed a loose strand of red-gold hair that had fallen out of her braid and stated, "No worries."

Like Biggs, she too wore a flight suit, though it looked slightly different than his, and on her hip hung a relic that he had only ever heard stories of - a lightsaber. Deciding not to ask about the interesting accessory choice, he asked instead, "Where might I find Commander Antilles or Princess Leia?"

For the first time since running into the woman, she suddenly seemed to study him with a bit more interest. "That's a blast from the past," she mused, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Where'd you find that anyway?"

"What?" Biggs stammered.

She gestures toward his flight suit. "I haven't seen that since my days hunting rebel sympathizers."

Biggs takes a step back, suddenly aware he is without a blaster. "Does command know you're here?"

A faraway look crosses the woman's face, and she smiles, "Oh, he knows." Then, slightly shaking herself, she says, "As for Wedge and Leia, the latter is on Coruscant, last I knew."

Biggs balked. Coruscant? How? What mission had the Alliance sent Leia on that would involve her going to the heart of Imperial rule?

"Mara, I didn't expect you back for a few more days," a male voice behind Biggs says.

Mara grins. "Surprised, Farmboy?" She eagerly pushes past Biggs, embraces the newcomer in a hug, and gives the man a kiss.

The man, Biggs noted, was slightly shorter than Biggs and, like the woman, wore a lightsaber at his hip and was dressed in black pants and a black tunic. There was something familiar about him, though Biggs knew for a fact that he had never met anyone who had carried the weapon of the Jedi. It was strange that two such people were now apparently with the Alliance. Though, why had the woman talked like an Imperial?

The couple end their embrace, and Mara says, "You didn't tell me you had a new student who's into old rebel paraphernalia."

The man glances at Mara and then at Biggs for the first time, looking confused. "I don't," he states, slowly looking closely at Biggs. "Sithspawn…"he breathes. "How?"

This time, it's Biggs and Mara's turn to be confused. "You know him?" Mara asks, though it doesn't sound quite like a question.

"Do I know you?" Biggs asks at the same time. Something about the other man reminds him of Luke. Well, Luke probably twenty years, give or take, older.

"That's Biggs Darklighter," the man tells Mara. There is a definite Outer Rim accent there, but it was hard to hear beneath a more Coruscant pronunciation of certain words.

"In the flesh," Biggs says cockily. The other clearly had him at a disadvantage, and it seemed to Biggs that the best way to handle what had become a bizarre encounter was to go at it with bravado he didn't feel. "Look," he continued, but was cut off.

"Skywalker!" Mara exclaimed. "You mean your childhood friend who died at Yavin!"

Luke, for Biggs was now nearly certain it was Luke, shrugs and laughs before saying, "My life is weird."

"What do you mean I died?" Biggs demanded. "Luke?"

Luke composes himself and states calmly, "We should have this conversation in my quarters."

Luke's quarters turned out to be a short walk from where the three had been standing. It had been, Biggs knew, Red Squadrons quarters while on Yavin. Like the room Biggs had woken up in, it was modestly furnished, though clearly more like a mini-apartment than just a bedroom. The few holos displayed drew Biggs attention. In one, Biggs recognized Princess Leia smiling and beaming as she and a younger Luke embraced in a way that reminded Biggs of two siblings hugging. Beside that holo was Luke and Mara in what was clearly a wedding photo. There was another holo of three young kids—two boys and a girl—who Biggs faintly decided looked sort of like the Princess.

Mara disappears into the other room, and Luke takes a seat and motions for Biggs to follow suit.

"So," Biggs says, breaking the tense silence.

"It's good to see you," Luke says.

"We never got to catch up after the run on the Death Star—did we?" Biggs muses quietly.

Luke shakes his head, no. "You were shot down. Only Wedge and I survived that attack."

"Then…how?" Biggs motions at himself.

"Maybe the Force." Luke's mention of the Force brings Biggs attention back to the weapon still at Luke's hip. Luke, noticing, unhooks the lightsaber from his belt and sighs, "I know about my father now."

The statement isn't the enthusiastic declaration Biggs would have expected from Luke in regards to finding out about the father Luke had always wanted to learn more about and emulate. "I take it he wasn't a spice freighter."

Luke snorts and says with a bitter laugh, "Somehow, I don't think he had time for that in between helping the Emperor rule the galaxy."

There was only one man Biggs knew of whose description fit. Darth Vader! "Did your Uncle know?"

Luke reattaches his lightsaber to his belt and says, "I assume he knew enough."

"Blast!" Biggs breathes.

Luke studies Biggs closely, then states, "It was a long time ago. Perhaps my father wasn't what I'd hoped he would be, but hey, I got a sister out of the deal."

Leave it to Luke to find the silver lining in a terrible situation. "You have a sister? Since when?" Biggs exclaims, glancing back at the holo of Luke and Leia. Biggs recalled his few interactions with the princess. Leia was an excellent leader, but underneath that, she was spunky and stubborn, with a temper that could scare a rancor. Luke, for all the times the other kids on Tatooine ragged on him for his size and inability to fit in with everyone else on Tatooine, would never help the situation by running his mouth and then doing something reckless. That usually involved Beggars Canyon. Yes, Biggs could see a resemblance between the Alderaan Princess and the moisture farmer. If nothing else, it explained why Leia had attached herself to Luke so quickly after only briefly knowing him.

"Probably, since someone decided Vader was a good time between the sheets. Force knows why!" Mara says amusement, coloring her voice. Returning from the other room, she sits near Luke,reaches out, and takes his hand in hers. She had changed out of her flight clothes into a casual jumper of good quality and a jacket that brought out her green eyes.

"No, we didn't know then," Luke says, like he knew what Biggs had been thinking. Hell, for all Biggs knew, Jedi could know those types of things, and whatever else had taken place, Luke apparently fit into that category. Luke smiles at Mara and then turns to Biggs again and states, "I'd like you to meet my wife, Mara."

Mara smirks and says playfully, "I hear you were a fantastic pilot. Perhaps you and Farmboy here should compete."

Biggs glances at Luke and says, "Just like old times."

"I don't think it was much of a competition back then," Luke recalls. "You pretty much outflew me every time."

"Yeah, well, if the legends about Jedi are true, you'd have some new tricks up your sleeve."

"If you're worried about him cheating," Mara practically purrs. "I'll get a hold of Karrde, and he can loan us some ysalamiri."

Biggs notices the grimace that crosses Luke's face. "I wouldn't cheat," he mutters.

Mara laughs. "Darling, you get in a cockpit, and without even trying, you'll draw on the Force."

Luke gives his wife a glare that does not reach his eyes.

"How'd you two meet?" Biggs asks.

The two Jedi exchange looks, and something gives Biggs the impression that an entire conversation takes place between them without even a word being uttered. Mara is the one who finally answers, "I was under orders to kill him."

Biggs' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, causing both Luke and Mara to laugh.

"You might say our first date was a three-day hike in a Force forsaken forest with her pointing a blaster at my head," Luke quips.

"I get why you said your life is weird," Biggs said.

Luke smiled. "It's probably some sort of payback for whining for nineteen years about Tatooine."

Both men laughed at that. Then Biggs asked, "What is this place now?"

"It's the Jedi Academy," Luke answers. "I've been working to bring back the Jedi Order."

"So, we won?"

Luke nods. "We did."

The targeting alarms warned that Biggs' X-wing was in target lock. Just as suddenly as he had found himself flung into the future, he was back in the cockpit, speeding along the trench of the Death Star.

The Alliance would win. Biggs would not return from this fight, but somehow he had gotten a glimpse of his childhood friend's future. It almost made dying without getting to catch up with Luke bearable.

Barely a second later, laser fire ripped apart his X-wing. Leaving Luke and the Tie fighter behind him in a race to see who'd accomplish their goal first.