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[rogue_wraith]

Life as a snubfighter pilot is exciting. No really, it's deeply exciting and busy and...

And occasionally your immune system goes on vacation after all of the stress of staying alive. Goes on vacation... without you.

So when Wedge Antilles comes in tonight, he really and truly looks like hell.

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[incorsecsdreams]

"You," Mirax says, tossing an arm around his shoulders, "look like you went three rounds with a rancor."

[rogue_wraith]

"That's what I like best about you, Miri." Wedge announces, in a creaking, rasping voice that only vaguely resembles his usual one. "Always so flattering."

[incorsecsdreams]

"I know. Just think: I could have been Wes. He would have told you the truth." She tugs him lightly, leading him toward the fireplace. "You need to sit down before you fall down, Wedge."

[rogue_wraith]

"And yet, we're passing all of these chairs..." Wedge doesn't whine, Wedge never whines. He's just saying.