Laaaaaaaaate, but hopefully better late than never...
Title: Comm Chatter
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairings: Tycho Celchu, Wedge Antilles, Wes Janson, Hobbie Klivian, Tycho/Winter plus a bonus…
Summary: There’s a lot to talk about on a mission around 17 ABY. (Four years after Adumar)
Author’s Note: This is for Dia (diamond9697 ) for the ficathon last year. I know this is hella late, and I apologize, but I was supposed to be a fill-in writer and real life got way too intense there for a while. I know there’s no way this is worth the wait, but I hope it at least makes you smile, Dia. ☺
Here’s the original request for those interested:
Pilots I Want To See: Wedge Antilles and Wes Janson
Other Characters/Pairings I Would Like To See: Hobbie Klivian, Tycho Celchu
List Three Keyword Prompts: Trouble, past mistakes
“Rogue Lead, this is Two.” The comm crackled, and Wedge sat up a little. He turned off the book chip that he’d been absentmindedly listening to and switched his microphone back on.
“Go ahead, Two.”
“Three says he’s bored. He also will not quit talking to me. He says that you’ve stopped answering him.”
“What’s your point, Two?”
“Please talk to him.. I would like some piece and quiet to contemplate what I’m going to do when I’m put in charge of the squadron.”
“Two, why would you ever be put in charge of my squadron?”
“Well, sir, because if you don’t allow Three to annoy you at least half as much as he’s been annoying Four and I, Four is going to take you out. I’m second in command. It’s pretty clear cut as far as I can see.”
“Leader, this if Four.”
“Go ahead, Four.”
“I’m not going to kill you, sir.”
“Good to hear, Four.”
“I just wanted that on record, sir, in case a proton torpedo appears to jettison from my weapons system and hit your snub. I wanted it documented that it wasn’t me, sir.”
Wedge chocked back a snort of laughter. Hobbie’s deadpan humour always could make him laugh.
“Two, I would suggest that you could simply stop answering him as well.”
“Well, Lead, I supposed I don’t have your amount of self control.”
“You might want to work on that before you’re squadron leader. I can be a heck of a lot of trouble.”
“Three? No one asked you.”
“Two, it was broadcast on standard Rogue frequency while we’re out here floating in the middle of this sorry excuse for a Rogue mission. Technically, you were asking everyone.”
“Two?”
“Yes, Lead?”
“As much as I generally hate to admit this, Three’s got a point.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“I wouldn’t say this mission has been a complete waste, Three.” Two’s voice filtered in through the comm. System again. “I learned something really interesting during the sabacc game last night.”
“You mean the one that caused our fearless leader to lose his shirt?”
“The very same!”
“What’d you learn, Four?” Janson’s voice was teaming with glee. Wedge was concerned. He also had a feeling that Wes already knew what Hobbie was going to say. He hoped against hope that it had nothing to do with him.
“It actually has to do with Rogue Two.”
“Four, I don’t know what you’re about to say-“
“I’ll spare you waiting then. I met a gentleman whose sister is one Illyssa Morgal.”
Wedge was taken aback at the sudden lack of Tycho’s voic over the comm. Unit. He expected a witty rejoinder or some sort of attempt to downplay whoever this person was. Instead, Tycho responded after a few moments of contemplative silence.
“Four? Did you say Illyssa Morgal?”
“I did, Two.”
“Well now that’s very interesting. I haven’t seen Illyssa in a very long time. I’m glad that she’s still doing well.”
“You know this girl, Two?” Now Wedge was curious. He was interested in the person who could make Tycho go so quiet and nostalgic.
“I should think so, Rogue Leader, I was married to her once.”
Wedge nearly banged his head on the canopy of his snub fighter when he abruptly sat up.
“I’m sorry, Two, could you say that again?”
“I was married to Illyssa Morgal. That’s what you wanted to say wasn’t it, Four?”
“Yes, but to be fair, Two, I expected you to be a lot more embarrassed by it. It’s not really fun for me now.”
“It’s still fun for me!” Wes’s voice cut through the comm Channel, his laughter clearly evident. “You were married? Does your wife know, Two?”
“Have you ever tried to keep a secret from my wife, Three? Of course she knows. She was, until today however, the only one who did.”
“You’re telling me the truth, Two?”
“Yes, Rogue Leader. I was married.”
“This requires an explanation. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I was 13, first of all, and second of all, we all have secrets.” Wedge assumed that this comment was in reference to the true identity of Wedge’s sister that Tycho had done such an excellent job of keeping quiet. Wedge recognized the validity of the argument.
“You were married at 13?”
“I was. And without rehashing any old mistakes too deeply, I can only say that her parents found out and had the marriage annulled at once, thankfully. She is a lovely woman, and I was thrilled to find, a few decades ago, that her family had survived the Destruction and she was living on… one of the moons of Corellia, I believe with a husband and four or five children. In short, Rogue Leader, I was young and stupid. I shudder to think the things we would uncover if digging into Three’s past a smiliar way.”
“And you were married?”
“I’m really not sure how many more times you want me to repeat this, Lead, but yes. I was married.”
“Let me get this straight, Two.” Wes’s voice came clearly over the comm again. “You were married once, you escaped unscathed and without alimony payments, and you still went ahead and did it again?”
“Lead?”
“Go ahead, Two.”
“I’m sorry, Three, but I’m going to have to shoot you.”
“I die knowing that I said what needed to be said. Besides, Lead won’t let you kill me, Two.”
“Whyever in the Galaxy would I not let Two kill you, Three?”
“I have all of the holochips that you thought you put into your kit. They have a few holos that Iella sent that I doubt you want incinerated. I also doubt that your future wife would appreciate my dying declaration to her in which I confess that you lost them to me in a sabacc game.”
“The minute we land, Three, I’m going to kill you.”
“You always say that, and yet I live.”
“Maybe you should send the holos to me, Three, so that they’ll be safe from the commander’s proton torps.”
“Yeah, Three, Me too!”
“All right. Cut the chatter, Rogues.”
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairings: Tycho Celchu, Wedge Antilles, Wes Janson, Hobbie Klivian, Tycho/Winter plus a bonus…
Summary: There’s a lot to talk about on a mission around 17 ABY. (Four years after Adumar)
Author’s Note: This is for Dia (diamond9697 ) for the ficathon last year. I know this is hella late, and I apologize, but I was supposed to be a fill-in writer and real life got way too intense there for a while. I know there’s no way this is worth the wait, but I hope it at least makes you smile, Dia. ☺
Here’s the original request for those interested:
Pilots I Want To See: Wedge Antilles and Wes Janson
Other Characters/Pairings I Would Like To See: Hobbie Klivian, Tycho Celchu
List Three Keyword Prompts: Trouble, past mistakes
“Rogue Lead, this is Two.” The comm crackled, and Wedge sat up a little. He turned off the book chip that he’d been absentmindedly listening to and switched his microphone back on.
“Go ahead, Two.”
“Three says he’s bored. He also will not quit talking to me. He says that you’ve stopped answering him.”
“What’s your point, Two?”
“Please talk to him.. I would like some piece and quiet to contemplate what I’m going to do when I’m put in charge of the squadron.”
“Two, why would you ever be put in charge of my squadron?”
“Well, sir, because if you don’t allow Three to annoy you at least half as much as he’s been annoying Four and I, Four is going to take you out. I’m second in command. It’s pretty clear cut as far as I can see.”
“Leader, this if Four.”
“Go ahead, Four.”
“I’m not going to kill you, sir.”
“Good to hear, Four.”
“I just wanted that on record, sir, in case a proton torpedo appears to jettison from my weapons system and hit your snub. I wanted it documented that it wasn’t me, sir.”
Wedge chocked back a snort of laughter. Hobbie’s deadpan humour always could make him laugh.
“Two, I would suggest that you could simply stop answering him as well.”
“Well, Lead, I supposed I don’t have your amount of self control.”
“You might want to work on that before you’re squadron leader. I can be a heck of a lot of trouble.”
“Three? No one asked you.”
“Two, it was broadcast on standard Rogue frequency while we’re out here floating in the middle of this sorry excuse for a Rogue mission. Technically, you were asking everyone.”
“Two?”
“Yes, Lead?”
“As much as I generally hate to admit this, Three’s got a point.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“I wouldn’t say this mission has been a complete waste, Three.” Two’s voice filtered in through the comm. System again. “I learned something really interesting during the sabacc game last night.”
“You mean the one that caused our fearless leader to lose his shirt?”
“The very same!”
“What’d you learn, Four?” Janson’s voice was teaming with glee. Wedge was concerned. He also had a feeling that Wes already knew what Hobbie was going to say. He hoped against hope that it had nothing to do with him.
“It actually has to do with Rogue Two.”
“Four, I don’t know what you’re about to say-“
“I’ll spare you waiting then. I met a gentleman whose sister is one Illyssa Morgal.”
Wedge was taken aback at the sudden lack of Tycho’s voic over the comm. Unit. He expected a witty rejoinder or some sort of attempt to downplay whoever this person was. Instead, Tycho responded after a few moments of contemplative silence.
“Four? Did you say Illyssa Morgal?”
“I did, Two.”
“Well now that’s very interesting. I haven’t seen Illyssa in a very long time. I’m glad that she’s still doing well.”
“You know this girl, Two?” Now Wedge was curious. He was interested in the person who could make Tycho go so quiet and nostalgic.
“I should think so, Rogue Leader, I was married to her once.”
Wedge nearly banged his head on the canopy of his snub fighter when he abruptly sat up.
“I’m sorry, Two, could you say that again?”
“I was married to Illyssa Morgal. That’s what you wanted to say wasn’t it, Four?”
“Yes, but to be fair, Two, I expected you to be a lot more embarrassed by it. It’s not really fun for me now.”
“It’s still fun for me!” Wes’s voice cut through the comm Channel, his laughter clearly evident. “You were married? Does your wife know, Two?”
“Have you ever tried to keep a secret from my wife, Three? Of course she knows. She was, until today however, the only one who did.”
“You’re telling me the truth, Two?”
“Yes, Rogue Leader. I was married.”
“This requires an explanation. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I was 13, first of all, and second of all, we all have secrets.” Wedge assumed that this comment was in reference to the true identity of Wedge’s sister that Tycho had done such an excellent job of keeping quiet. Wedge recognized the validity of the argument.
“You were married at 13?”
“I was. And without rehashing any old mistakes too deeply, I can only say that her parents found out and had the marriage annulled at once, thankfully. She is a lovely woman, and I was thrilled to find, a few decades ago, that her family had survived the Destruction and she was living on… one of the moons of Corellia, I believe with a husband and four or five children. In short, Rogue Leader, I was young and stupid. I shudder to think the things we would uncover if digging into Three’s past a smiliar way.”
“And you were married?”
“I’m really not sure how many more times you want me to repeat this, Lead, but yes. I was married.”
“Let me get this straight, Two.” Wes’s voice came clearly over the comm again. “You were married once, you escaped unscathed and without alimony payments, and you still went ahead and did it again?”
“Lead?”
“Go ahead, Two.”
“I’m sorry, Three, but I’m going to have to shoot you.”
“I die knowing that I said what needed to be said. Besides, Lead won’t let you kill me, Two.”
“Whyever in the Galaxy would I not let Two kill you, Three?”
“I have all of the holochips that you thought you put into your kit. They have a few holos that Iella sent that I doubt you want incinerated. I also doubt that your future wife would appreciate my dying declaration to her in which I confess that you lost them to me in a sabacc game.”
“The minute we land, Three, I’m going to kill you.”
“You always say that, and yet I live.”
“Maybe you should send the holos to me, Three, so that they’ll be safe from the commander’s proton torps.”
“Yeah, Three, Me too!”
“All right. Cut the chatter, Rogues.”