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incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes · 1 year

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from-a-legends-pov · 29 days

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Star Wars Legends: Poll of the Week - Out-Of-Context Pictures

Which of these out-of-context pictures from a Star Wars Legends property is your favorite? (Context provided below)

1: “Heat stick”: Oh, no, that certainly doesn’t look like anything else, no….

2. Laser-eyes Leia: Is it possible to learn this power?

3. Hit where it hurts: He had it coming.

4. “Turn off the foam, Threepio!” I don’t know, that looks kind of fun, Luke.

5. Han punches an otter? An otter wearing fancy jewelry, no less.

6. Playing ships with a Sith: Vader plus younglings doesn’t usually go well….

And now, for some context:

1: “Heat stick” - Wedge Antilles and Wes Janson spend a cold night together on a mission, and yes, that is supposed to be a heat stick used to warm them and not a glowing something else (Star Wars - original Marvel Comics)

2: Laser-eyes Leia: Meet Leia Organa II, a replica droid of the Princess, designed to speak, move, and act like the real Leia, and equipped with blasters in her eyes. The real Leia Organa is captured and nearly forced to marry Trioculus, a three-eyed warlord claiming to be Palpatine’s son (he wasn’t – that was a different three-eyed guy), but right before the wedding Leia’s friends switch her with Leia Organa II. At the altar, the replica droid blasts Trioculus with a little pew pew straight from her eyes, killing him, and the real Leia is able to escape (Queen of the Empire)

3: Hit where it hurts: When Black Sun boss Prince Xizor’s attempted assault of Leia Organa (by drugging her with his powerful Falleen pheromones) is interrupted by Chewbacca coming to the rescue, Leia gives Xizor a well-deserved knee to the groin before escaping (Shadows of the Empire)

4: “Turn off the foam, Threepio!” On a mission with Leia and the droids, Luke Skywalker uses extinguisher foam to subdue some Blackhole troopers aboard a Hrakian ship (“Gambler’s World,” Early Star Wars Adventures)

5: Han punches an otter? Han Solo’s evil cousin Thrackan Sal-Solo has imprisoned Dracmus, a female Selonian who has been trained as a diplomatic envoy to humans. He forces Dracmus to fight Han, whom he has also imprisoned, but Han is familiar enough with Mandaba, the Selonian language, to convince Dracmus to go easy on him during the fight without Thrackan catching on. Han still loses the fight, but gains Dracmus’s trust, and when Dracmus is later rescued, Han is allowed to come along (Assault at Selonia)

6: Playing ships with a Sith: Plourr Ilo recalls her brother Harran (Harrandatha Estillo), who from childhood was an evil, vicious person who wanted her dead so that he could become ruler. Harran idolized Darth Vader, and when Harran met the Sith as a child, Vader made Harran his protégé, taking advantage of his sadistic personality and apparently also playing ships with him for hours (Star Wars comics, X-Wing: Rogue Squadron - The Warrior Princess)

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accidental-spice · 2 months

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And thus began the greatest inside/running joke in the galaxy

#wraith squadron #live spice reactions #star wars legends #lieutenant kettch #wedge antilles #wes janson #yub yub commander

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notasapleasure · 1 month

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The greatest treasure in the Star Wars collection I finally have the space to unpack and store properly isn't my beloved giant Wedge and Biggs figures, nor is it my Ewan MacGregor autograph, nor even is it my precious MicroMachines set for Heir to the Empire. No, it is far and away the folder full of early '00s print-offs from Aaron Allston's website:

This is like....you can pinpoint the exact moment she discovered fandom!! You can see how floppy the paper was from the ink when I printed out the pictures :')

Yup, Aaron said 'Star Wars canon is whatever you want it to be'. He also changed Hobbie's hair colour though, so maybe he just had a thing about Hobbie.

He also hosted a bunch of fanart, which was my first exposure to the genre and which I utterly ADORED. Here are some by Jenny Kauer and Sixten because they include my blorbo Janson:

#aaron allston #wraith squadron #fandom #fandom old #star wars #x wing #x wing pilots are my jam #sw legends #sw eu #yub yub commander #wedge antilles #wes janson #tycho celchu #hobbie klivian #et al

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checkoutmybookshelf · 8 months

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The Boys are Back in Town

Most of the X-Wing series focused on either Wraith or Rogue squadron in their full capacities and on standard missions. That is NOT this book. This book focuses on Wedge Antillies, Wes Janson, Tycho Celchu, and Derek "Hobbie" Klivian as they slide inexorably from a diplomatic mission to something that Padme Amidala would unquestionably describe as "aggressive negotiations." Let's talk Starfighters of Adumar.

When you have a planet that has evolved outside of either imperial or republic influence that reveres pilots to an arguably unhealthy degree and you can't drag Luke Skywalker out of whatever he is currently doing, you get Wedge "I blew up two Death Stars, you don't scare me" Antilles. Wedge then puts together a crack team of his three best pilot buddies to hammer out a treaty between Adumar and the New Republic (I'd be LYING if I told you I was picturing anything other than Adam Sandler casting his best friends and taking them on epic vacations and incidentally making a movie for this bit).

As per usual, things go pear-shaped basically before they even get boots down on Adumar, because among its other problems, Adumar loves the HELL out of dueling. To the death. Usually with starfighters. Some asshole decides to try to increase his personal clout by shooting Wedge down as they fly in. This doesn't work, but hot damn does it set the tone...

The toxic dueling culture is not limited to snubfighters, however. Cheriss ke Hanadi (the undisputed queen of duels with blastswords) guides Red Squadron through the twists and turns of Adumari culture. That does not stop Wes from getting in a duel at the diplomatic reception, though. This duel is incredible because it's Wes giving an object lesson in how to humiliate the living hell out of an overly cocky opponent with a blastsword while functionally unarmed. This fight is glorious, and it's a beautiful follow-up to the "getting ready for the ball" scene our boys get to have where Wes lights up like a kid at Christmas when he discovers that blastswords are basically "blaster[s] that you have to hit people with."

Cheriss gets done a wee bit dirty by this book, because she basically develops a crush on Wedge, and when she finds out that he and Iella have gotten together, she sets herself up to get murdered by fighting a stupid number of duels in a row. The rest of Red Squardon steps in though, and as an added bonus, the New Republic medics give her a medication for her chronic vertigo to allow Cheriss to become a pilot. This series literally is not here for anyone who isn't a New Republic pilot, so I don't love Cheriss's arc, but honestly it could have been a lot worse, so I'm not complaining too hard.

The draw for this book though, is unquestionably the character work in our four protagonist pilots. The plot of the novel is pretty simple, all things considered, so Allston takes the opportunity to really dig into character for our boys, and getting to follow them on a somewhat nontraditional mission and using their skills as best they can is just FUN. As a friend says, this book is delicious candy fluff, and the characters are the candies.

Even when the mission goes directly to hell and Red Squadron has to run the gauntlet for their lives, the choices and twists and turns are largely character-driven. That makes what could have been a run-of-the-mill climactic escape into a really tense, well-constructed series of choices and consequences that are just FUN because of the characters who have been dropped into the situation.

There's objectively not too much substance to this book, but it ties Wraith Squadron as my favorite X-Wing book because of the character work and focus on the top four New Republic pilots. Plus, it's a little adorable that this is where Wedge and Iella really get together, and I am HERE for legends continuity legacy families.

#star wars #star wars books #star wars eu books #starfighters of adumar #wedge antilles #wes janson #tycho celchu #hobbie klivian #x wing #x wing fighter #x wing pilot #sci fi #science fiction

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tahiriveilasolo · 1 month

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Do you think, if there’s an April fools day in the Galaxy far far away, would Jacen make silly jokes to Tenel Ka as ever, would Jaina boop Jag on the nose, would Tahiri play a prank on Anakin, and call him a dummy afterwards?

Would it be the best day for Face, the best and the worst day of Wes, and the worst day ever for Wedge?

Would Luke and Mara joke with each other, and end up laughing and kissing affectionately? Would Han try to play a joke on Leia and fail miserably, as they are again doing their lovely little argument about who’s outsmarting who?

And imagine instead of saying “April fools”, people will repeat what Grievous has said to Obi-Wan…“You fool!”

And Obi-Wan would continue his lecture on “who’s more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?”

If so, then this universe could be a lot happier than it was before, even when it can only last for a day in each year.

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ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask · 4 days

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"Thank you, I really hate it."

"Who's at your house right now?"

"The devil knows I tried."

Any for whoever you like! (Don't feel like you have to use all of them unless you want to!)

This took me a while to finally put some time together, but here we go! In honor of the season, I went with all Star Wars characters.

All prompts are taken from this list! Feel free to send me more!

"Thank you, I really hate it."

"So? What do you think?"

She looked so happy. So proud of the decorations she had somehow managed to string up around his office without him realizing. It was clear that she had worked hard on it. He didn't have it in him to tell her that it was completely out of place in a marshal commander's office.

"It looks... great," Fox finally answered.

Riyo laughed, the sound clear and clean and bright. It was probably his favorite sound. "You can be honest, Fox," she said, leaning forward to wrap her hands around his arm and lean her head on his shoulder. "I went overboard, didn't I?"

Fox started to shake his head no because he didn't have it in him to tell her that he didn't love anything she'd ever done. Because, as Thorn kept reminding him, he was entirely useless when it came to one Senator Riyo Chuchi.

Her hand caught the side of his face mid-motion. "It's okay," she said with a sweet smile, pressing her perfect lips against the corner of his mouth. "I don't even like it. It's too much."

Fox sighed. He ran a gloved hand through his hair. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "I really hate it."

Riyo laughed again. "I know," she said, kissing him again. Then she pulled away, looking out at the display skeptically. She then turned toward him, wearing a hopeful grin. "So... help me take it down?"

"Who's at your house right now?"

"Bly," Aayla Secura said, rubbing her eyes. She checked the chronometer beside her bed to confirm that it was, in fact, the middle of the night. For some reason her commander had called her and his small holographic avatar was fully kitted in armor.

"Sorry for the late call, General," Bly said in his typical no-nonsense attitude. "We've received orders from the Jedi Temple. We're..." he trailed off, eyes going wide in surprise when an arm wrapped around Aayla's waist in her bed.

The clone trooper grinned like a man who had just caught his little sister out past curfew. "General," he said in a playfully reproachful tone, "there wouldn't happen to be someone in your quarters with you, would there?"

Aayla sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose. In spite of the awkwardness of the situation, she found her body instinctively snuggling into the warm figure behind her. "I'll... I'll be up to the bridge in a few minutes," she groaned, ignoring the commander's teasing question.

"Of course, Ma'am," Bly said, grinning like the Loth-cat that ate the Porg. He leaned forward to end the call but paused for just a moment. "Tell General Fisto I say 'hello,'" he added. Then he ended the call before she had a chance to protest.

Aayla twisted on her small bed to bring herself face-to-face with her companion. "You're ridiculous," she muttered, her tone gentle in spite of her terse words. She knew that Bly was never going to let her live it down.

It wasn't even like anything had happened... she and Kit had finally had an excuse to see each other. They stayed up late catching up, and she wasn't going to make him return to his own ship when he was half-asleep. It wasn't her fault that her quarters only had one viable option for sleep furniture.

It also wasn't her fault that her fellow Jedi's arms felt so right wrapped around her throughout the night.

"Sorry," Kit replied without even a hint of apology in his voice. He smiled - not his signature smile for which he was known, but a small, intimate grin that he reserved only for her - as she ran a finger along his jawline.

His deep, dark eyes fluttered open and caught hers, and for a moment she forgot what she had been annoyed about. Unfortunately for them, time was never something they had much of.

"Duty calls," she sighed, sadly pulling herself out of his grip. He playfully held onto her for just a moment, and she couldn't help imagining a different life - one in which they spent lazy mornings in bed, and she could allow herself to be drawn in by the almost irresistible pull of his warm arms indefinitely.

Then they both rolled out of bed and tried to make themselves look presentable. They had work to do.

"The devil knows I tried."

Derek "Hobbie" Klivian was a great pilot. He had flown through some of the most gripping battles of the Rebellion's short history, and was an Ace several times over. He was a member of the Rebellion's most decorated squadron, and that was by no accident.

Unfortunately, as good a pilot as Hobbie Klivian may be, he seemed to be even better at crashing.

This last time, though... he'd been almost sure that it was going to be his last. Rogue Squadron was running defense for the ground troops fleeing the Imperial walkers. It was a losing battle. They knew that going in... all that mattered was that the transports had made it out.

The soldiers on the ground weren't making it out fast enough. That lead walker was tearing them up. Hobbie's T-47 wasn't going to limp back to the staging area... it had taken too much damage already. But it could help them.

"Be ready to eject," Hobbie growled back to his gunner as he spun the speeder around. Ommis said something back, but Hobbie wasn't listening. He was lining up the perfect shot.

The lead AT-AT seemed to figure out what he was doing. He grinned smugly. You're too late. He jammed the throttle to maximum, the craft shaking as the walker turned its guns on them.

"Canopy, canopy, canopy!" Hobbie cried out, slapping the eject control. The cockpit canopy burst up and back, and then both he and Ommis were blasted into the air behind it. It was close... very close. Two seconds after they ejected, their crippled craft smashed through the cockpit of the walker.

Hobbie had only a moment to grin and enjoy his victory. Then a chunk of debris collided with his helmet, and everything went black.

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The gentle whirs and beeps of a medbay were by now a familiar sound to Derek Klivian. They practically felt like home. Still, he was surprised when his eyes opened again.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," cried out the overly excited voice of his squadmate Wes Janson. "You gave us a scare on that one." The other pilot reached out and roughly shook Hobbie's shoulder.

"Let go of him, Wes," he heard another pilot say. "Your going to shake his brain loose... what's left of it, anyway." When Hobbie managed to focus his eyes he found Wedge Antilles grinning down at him. "Janson's right, though," the squadron leader said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You just about got yourself this time."

"Devil knows I tried," Hobbie replied, groaning as he forced himself into a sitting position. "How's Kesin?"

"Complaining, as usual," Wes laughed. "You should see the mileage he's getting out of the medical staff. He really thinks he's going to get one of them to fall in love with him this time."

Hobbie grinned in spite of the dull throbbing pain he felt in his... everything. "Can't blame a man for trying." He caught sight of one of the nurses walking by his door and grinned wider. "I might take a shot at it myself."

Wedge rolled his eyes. "Incorrigible. All of you," he said, shaking his head like a disappointed father. He couldn't keep the smirk off his lips as he turned to Wes. "Let's go, Janson," he sighed, throwing an arm around the other man's shoulders. "Looks like we need to give Hobbie a chance to speak with the locals."

As his squadmates left the room, Hobbie laid his head back. It was surreal, surviving yet another crash. He was beyond making a pastime out of it... the words 'crash' and 'Klivian' were practically synonyms at this point.

Still, he reasoned with a shrug, it could be worse. Besides... everybody's got to have a hobby.

#star wars #prompt games #my writing #this stuff is all so corny and i'm not sorry for any of it #commander fox #riyo chuchi #foxiyo #aayla secura #kit fisto #commander bly #kit fisto x aayla secura #hobbie klivian #wes janson #wedge antilles

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magnetarbeam · 18 days

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I finally got Allston's guide to writing books today, and only 4% in is a rule that solves most of my problems with something that's been among my biggest struggles so far:

"That's what exposition is for. We use it as a substitute for protracted dullness, not as a substitute for narrative the reader would find interesting."

Can you imagine, for example, Wes killing Kell's dad having been an entire flashback sequence? It would have taken a lot of extra time to establish the impact of an event that, as it is, has its impact set up perfectly effectively by the retelling that Wes gives Wedge, and the tension between Kell and Wes in the prior scene.

#star wars legends #x-wing #wraith squadron #wes janson #kell tainer #wedge antilles #aaron allston

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corelliaxdreaming · 1 year

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❤ Rogue Squadron Fab Four Ken blorbos ❤

#wedge antilles #tycho celcu #wes janson #hobbie klivian #rogue squadron #star wars #star wars legends #barbie #barbie poster #my stuff

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incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes · 11 days

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Wedge Antilles: Don’t cry because it happened, smile because it’s over. Wes Janson: Live, Laugh, Trauma.

#wedge antilles #wes janson #wraith squadron #rogue squadron #star wars #star wars legends #incorrect star wars quotes #original: tumblr

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from-a-legends-pov · 1 month

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Star Wars Legends: Poll of the Week - Crimes of Fashion

Which of these fashion crimes from a Star Wars Legends property is your favorite?

The rejected designs for Mara Jade’s wedding dress, which included a computer-generated dress, a “traditional” design from a Hutt, a neo-Imperial design with a black cape and hood (Leia: “Yes, but the bride doesn’t want to look like the father of the groom”), and one design that was simply a thong and a large bow, which Mara refused to try on (Star Wars: Union comic)

Wes Janson’s cape that he had specially made for him on Adumar, adorned with flatscreen panels that played a holo of “a line of Jansons, arms linked, doing high kicks like a dancing chorus” (X-Wing: Starfighters of Adumar)

Leia Organa’s Kabray dress – which, due to a luggage mixup, was the only dress she had to wear to an important diplomatic banquet – after a group of enthusiastic Zeltrons “fixed” it (read: cut it to pieces and added glitter) to make it more in keeping with Zeltros fashion and to hide the stains on it (Star Wars #95, original Marvel comics)

Prince Isolder of Hapes’ outfit when presenting the Hapan Consortium’s 62 gifts (plus himself, gift #63) to Leia Organa on Coruscant: “He wore a silver circlet that held a black veil in front of his face, and his long, blond hair fell down around his shoulders. The man was bare-chested except for a small silk half-cloak fastened with silver straps…” (The Courtship of Princess Leia)

The disguises for “Yokel Group” (Wedge Antilles, Myn Donos, and Face Loran) of Wraith Squadron, who for a mission dressed up as a group of stereotypical backwater tourists who had traveled from Agamar looking for brides, wearing shirts with loud prints, clashing shorts, and mismatched hats. “Sir, permission to kill Face?” “Granted. But keep your hat, like Face says” (X-Wing: Wraith Squadron)

Hobbie Klivian’s dress outfit to meet the perator of Cartann, “a riot of lines and angles…every hem of every garment was decorated with trim of eye-hurting yellow, making it almost a dizzying experience to look at him walk.” As Hobbie said: “There are three types of dress clothing…the type that offends the wearer, the type that offends the viewers, and the type that offends everybody. I’m going for the third type” (X-Wing: Starfighters of Adumar)

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accidental-spice · 2 months

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BRUTAL plot twist

#wraith squadron #star wars legends #live spice reactions #kell tainer #wes janson #this whole plot thread is INTENSE #and SUPER good

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jedidryad · 9 months

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"Karrde mentioned my Imperial roots? Or are they obvious?"

Chapter 3 is up. Mara must navigate smugglers and friendship and they way it all makes her feel. Lightsabers Are Always Loaded: Chapter 3

#mara jade #epic!bio #talon karrde #mirax terrik #booster terrik #iella wessiri #isard's revenge #errant venture #wes janson #laal #friendship

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philtstone · 1 year

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38 (fake kisses), your choice of Star Wars characters

#38 -- fake kisses

this is very silly, but the idea remains a classic one

Critical as it is to protect their strung-out ranks from Imperial infiltration, the subject in question necessarily cannot be an easy one to bring up. First, they need all the bodies they can get, if not in the least just to keep warm. Second, and more importantly, morale is at stake. If order and cohesion are to be maintained, one can't be going around throwing accusations of treason at just any guy who looks at you funny.

The assemblage has outlined this point very clearly for themselves, on the pilfered clearboard set up against Hobbie Klivian's ship wing.

"Well, sure, but we're not just going around throwing accusations," says Luke, to general mutters of approval. The fact that Luke is here lends weight to the conversation; Wes is owed money, Wedge is owed money by Wes, who cannot pay him back until he is paid in turn, Hobbie has to share a bunk with the man -- he snores -- and Han's opinions on the matter stopped being relevant the moment The Accused got that girlish giggle out of Her Highness.

Luke (much as he has his own giggle-related biases) is a decent sort. He'd never throw an innocent under the proverbial Y-Wing for selfish reasons.

"I don't know though," Luke is continuing, with a thoughtful, consternated shake of his golden head, "there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me, guys."

"Unreliable," offers Wes, referring to the unpaid debts.

"Inconsiderate," says Hobbie, of the snoring.

"He's practically a stranger," says Han, gesturing widely in the air with one hand, as he is wont to do. "What the hell do we know about him, anyway? He just waltzed in here two weeks ago and now he acts like he owns the place? Me and the kid had to prove ourselves, you know."

"Han's not even enlisted yet," agrees Wedge, as if this illustrates a grave necessity for long-term probation.

"And I'll tell ya what, Luke --" Han, who is ignoring Wedge, points with significance -- "his eyes are too close together. That's never a good sign."

The subject in question -- one Erich Telv, having committed no obviously evidenced sins outside of being a slightly below average sort of being who was unfortunately charming enough to make Princess Leia laugh -- is still in a debrief with the brass. He was sent on a scouting mission not two days ago, and with little to go on but their individual gripes and the general impression that Leia has been more stressed than usual in Erich's absence, a committee has convened. Chewie, who gracefully declined participation, has been spending the duration of the meeting cleaning his favourite hairbrush in the corner.

"Now see here, gents," says Wedge. "We gotta be real sure of ourselves here. We need evidence. Hard facts. This could be serious."

"The morale," says Wes, pointing with the wrong end of a mop at their clearboard. It reads ORGANA WILL KILL US IF WRONG in Wedge's poor Basic penmanship, underlined twice.

"Who cares about the morale!" says Han. "I'm telling you, this guy's trouble. By the time we get your hard evidence he'll have already pulled a fast one."

Chewie, who is now inspecting a matted lump of hair just extracted from the brush, makes a low growling sound that even the most amateur of Shyrriwook speakers can understand.

"WHAT?!" comes the collective outcry.

"Kissed him!" says Luke, distraught.

"When?" demands Han. "Telv? That wormy little nobody? He ain't her type!"

Nobody suggests that there is no real evidence for this declaration.

"A gambler and a snorer, you mean?"

"Hobbie, in the grand scheme of things, your insomnia is not the worst of our troubles --"

"I knew I had a bad feeling about this ..."

Chewie confirms it happened just before Erich's scouting mission. He saw Leia do it and everything -- he thought everyone knew. Wasn't that why this meeting was taking place? Because they were concerned for her safety?

"Gentlemen," says Wes, amidst multiple spluttered protests that yes, of course, that was exactly why -- perhaps also the good of the Alliance -- and then of course, Han's added insistence that he didn't care what the Princess did or when, or, indeed, what happened to her at all -- "I am starting a new betting pool."

The door to Command, situated across the hangar bay, opens at this exact moment.

Erich Telv is bodily thrown out into the hall. He lands face first onto the floor.

"Pathetic!" comes Leia's raised, icy voice, immediately behind him. She strides out into the bay, her sleek little blaster drawn and pointed; the occupants of Echo Base's Hangar One pause to watch with open-mouthed interest; Erich, rather visibly, cowers. "Despicable! Moronic! Really, Mister Telv, to think that I wouldn't notice your especially idiotic brand of spy games is possibly one of the most singularly dolt-headed things I have ever encountered in my natural born life!"

"Please," pleads Erich, the yellow thatch of his annoyingly abundant hair standing up wonkily as his quivers. It appears as thought Leia literally kicked him out of the command room via his backside, as he keeps rubbing it. "Please, I was only just --"

"You were trying to make a few extra credits and you tried it with the wrong Rebellion, Erich. If you weren't such a miserable slimy little freight blister I'd almost feel sorry for you. Celchu, Darklighter, put him in the brig. We'll decide what to do with him later."

The whole thing happens in less than two minutes. Afterwards, Leia walks over to them.

"Hello," she says, a touch awkwardly. She looks pleased with herself, but also hesitant, as though the events that just transpired might garner her ill will of some kind. "I'm sorry everyone had to see that -- it's awful for morale. But Telv was being so obvious about it it was starting to get on my nerves."

Hobbie, Wes, and Wedge blink; Han's mouth closes with an audible click.

"Force, Leia," Luke manages, after a beat, "you knew Telv was a spy the whole time?"

Leia looks startled. "Oh -- of course. He was using an open channel to send our supply inventory to anyone who was listening. I'm not too worried about our location, but --" Her eyebrows crease, highlighting her large expressive eyes, "Don't tell me you all had suspicions too -- oh, but you should've said something --"

They scramble to assure her otherwise.

"No -- no! Uh, ours weren't really concrete," Luke says quickly.

"Just a gut feeling," says Han, over-loudly, not meeting Leia's eye.

"We, you know, didn't much like the man, but it's a serious business, accusing someone of treason --"

"Luke just had a Force premonition or two ..."

"... Never killed a guy to have a brainstorm session, if you take my meaning --"

"Now, don't take this the wrong way," interrupts Wedge, glancing sideways at both Han (who is still staring at Leia in faint amazement) and Luke (who keeps nodding, like this will absolve him of his participation in The Committee), "but did you really kiss the idiot, your Highness?"

Leia's look of confusion is very momentary. She arches a pointed brow at Chewie before turning back to the group, whereupon she seems to notice their clearboard. Looking on in mild amusement, she says, somewhat dryly, "Well, Carlist didn't believe my suspicions. I figured the stupider Telv thought I was, the easier it would be to have my evidence."

Again, there is a tightness right at the end of her words that stops any otherwise thoughtless comments that might have emerged. Luke's distressed expression clears into one of gentle understanding. Han visibly swallows down any lingering disgruntlement and grins widely. Wes, who is in charge of the clearboard, writes down evidence: slimy little freight blister under their other points.

"Well, there you have it," says Hobbie. "One of us should've just kissed the man."

"I vote Luke, next time," says Wedge. "The Princess shouldn't have to do all the work."

"Aw, Wedge, volunteer yourself, why don't you -- I don't wanna kiss the Erich Telvs of the galaxy!"

"Yeah, give the kid a break," says Han. "He hasn't got the necessary experience to fake a good kiss."

While the others bicker, Leia catches his eye; in spite of everything already said, she doesn't expect the touch of genuine concern in Han's expression.

Wild and unplanned, she mouths I'm sorry I kissed him -- what has she got to be sorry for, Leia will ask herself later, a bit viciously -- and any lingering bad feelings over the Erich Telv debacle are forgotten in wake of the honest, stunned look on Han's usually cavalier face.

#my writing #touches prompt meme #i guess one thing that came out of watching andor is that i am once agian in a big ot mood #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #wedge antilles #hobbie klivian #wes janson #star wars #star wars original trilogy #han x leia #hanleia

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tahiriveilasolo · 3 months

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Wes Janson: Guess who’s back? The one all-mighty pilot, destroyer of two Death Stars, the most handsome man in the galaxy, the—

Kell Tainer: Permission to vape this one, sir.

Wedge Antilles: Permission granted. (a few minutes later) Wes Janson: Shouldn’t have talked that much in the simulator.

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Happy release anniversary to X-Wing: Isard's Revenge, published this day in 1999! Mike Stackpole's last foray in the series picks up from the final battle of the Thrawn Trilogy — and sees Rogue Squadron form an uneasy alliance with the dangerous Imperial spymaster, Ysanne Isard...

"The Isards make their own luck."

The New Republic has no love for Imperial Warlords, but Wedge Antilles, Corran Horn and the Rogues will risk all to bring home prisoners of war!

Love Legends? Join us for LegendsCon on September 9th & 10th 2023 in Burbank, California!

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