At All Costs, updated 6/1, Chapter 16, Sequel to Shades

Title: At All Costs
Author: Jesina Dreis
Timeframe: approx. 15 ABY
Characters: Rogues, Wraiths, others (see Dramatis Personae)
Genre: AU, Action, Drama, Angst, Romance (in that order)
Rating: PG-13, probably

Summary: Wedge is given the opportunity to learn what Hekrig's game is - and with that, why one of his oldest friends has died - and put a stop to it. But to take that chance may cost him his career - and his life.

A/N: This is the fourth story in my Jesina!verse. The first story is A New Path, set during the OT. The second is Bitter Reunion and the third is Shades of the Past. You can read this story without reading A New Path but you'll probably struggle if you don't read Bitter Reunion and Shades.

A/N 2: The timeline for these stories, since people were getting confused (me included):
A New Path started about the time of A New Hope, with the Prologue set about 9 months before Yavin and the Epilogue right before Empire Strikes Back.
Bitter Reunion started a couple of months after Starfighters of Adumar, a little more than 13 years after Yavin, and ended a few months before Shades of the Past
Shades of the Past starts approximately 14 years after Yavin, and will cover a time span of several months.
At All Costs begins about a month after the close of Shades of the Past, almost 15 ABY, and will cover a couple months' time.

A/N 3: My plan right now is to update weekly, at first, potentially moving to semiweekly. There are about fourteen chapters complete as of right now.


Dramatis Personae:
Note: I will add characters as they are introduced, if necessary.

Rogue Squadron

General Wedge Antilles - Human male from Corellia

Lead - Colonel Tycho Celchu - Human male from Alderaan
2 - vacant
3 - Lieutenant Ensa'Dura - Twi'lek male from Coruscant
4 - Captain Bror Jace - Human male from Thyferra

5 - Major Wes Janson - Human male from Taanab
6 - Lieutenant Kiel Devan - Shistavenen male from Uvena Prime
7 - Colonel Jesina Dreis - Human female from Alderaan
8 - Captain Myn Donos - Human male from Corellia

9 - Commander Corran Horn - Human male from Corellia
10 - Captain Ooryl Qrygg - Gand male from Gand
11 - Flight Officer Rinaa So - Rodian female from Rodia
12 - Captain Gavin Darklighter - Human male from Tatooine

Wraith Squadron

Commander Garik "Face" Loran - Human male from Pantolomin
Lieutenant Shalla Nelprin - Human female from Ingo
Lieutenant Tyria Sarkin - Human female from Toprawa

Captain Kell Tainer - Human male from Sluis Van
Lieutenant Hohass "Runt" Ekwesh - Thakwaash male from Thakwaa
Lieutenant Dia Passak - Twi'lek female from Ryloth

New Republic Intelligence

General Ada Daliis - Human female from Onderon
Agent Iella Wessiri Antilles - Human female from Corellia
Agent Winter Celchu - Human female from Alderaan
Agent Kirney Slane - Human female from Coruscant
Agent Zan Driix - Human male from Chandrila

Other New Republic Personnel

Admiral Ackbar - Mon Calamari male from Mon Calamari
General Garm Bel Iblis - Human male from Corellia
Captain Dehra Ackrand - Human female from Anaxes
Captain Jeskha - Mon Calamari male from Mon Calamari
Major Iline Jesmin - Human female from Commenor
Major Pash Cracken - Human male from Contruum
Commander Nuko'us - Twi'lek male from Ryloth
Captain Inyri Forge - Human female from Kessell

Imperial Personnel

Admiral Ytach Hekrig - Human male from Carida
Captain Varik Meday - Human male from Thyferra
Kalira Astar - Human female from Alderaan

This post has been edited by Jesina Dreis on Jun 1 2010, 01:20 PM

Prologue

Tycho stood at the back of the briefing room, conscious of Leia Organa Solo to his left and Winter to his right. He listened to Wedge rehash the events at Udaaro, marveled at his ability to draw attention to the few positives in the midst of the tragedy.

“Inyri Forge, Captain, retired. Please step forward.”

Inyri started and Tycho saw Wes give her a gentle nudge in the shoulder. He knew that Wedge had specifically asked her to come but it’d taken Wes’s intervention to convince her that she should really be there. He had some idea why but wasn’t certain.

“Captain Gavin Darklighter, please step forward.”

He saw Gavin frown slightly but do as he was told. “On the ground in Udaaro, you were both forced to take control of a difficult situation following the loss of a superior officer.” Wedge’s words were formal, stiff, and he was clearly avoiding as best he could identifying the exact circumstances although they were fresh in everyone’s mind. “You displayed impressive leadership under fire and your actions saved many lives. For that, you have both been awarded the Medal of Honor.”

Jesina stepped up, bringing her hands from behind her back. She produced two medals and although all he could see were the red ribbons as Wedge placed them over first Gavin’s and then Inyri’s heads, he didn’t have to see it to picture the award. He’d watched the very same medal awarded many times, and possessed one of his own. It was, however, the first time he’d seen it awarded to an Alliance officer no longer in service.

Wedge gave them both hugs and Jesina smiled. Gavin stepped back and Inyri moved to follow suit but Wedge caught her arm and shook his head. “I’m not finished, Inyri.”

Tycho caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned, frowning, to watch Leia move to the front of the room. She stopped in front of Inyri and Wedge moved to the side, exchanging a whispered word with Jesina before they both focused on the Chief of State.

“Approximately fifteen years ago, I stood on the bridge of the Death Star and watched my homeworld destroyed. Governor Tarkin was under the assumption that Alderaan’s destruction would cripple us, and he died for his error in judgment. Alderaan’s death galvanized us, reminded us all of what we were fighting for and while I wish my home had lived on to see the fight through to its conclusion, whenever that may be, it is only fitting that we honor its sacrifice. The Star of Alderaan was established to honor a person serving our military forces for gallantry in action against an enemy. It is my own honor to award the Star, sadly posthumously, to Major Derek Klivian.” She accepted a small, open box from Wedge, which she in turn presented to Inyri. “On his behalf, Captain Forge, and my condolences on your loss.”

It has begun.

*plays imperial march*

Wait, no one died during the prologue?!

This makes me wonder what the rest of the medal ceremony at the end of ANH was like.

Oooo, nice new story to look forward to.

Good, bittersweet opening. I especially liked Leia's speech - that is very well done.

Great start. Can't wait for more, Jes.

Definately a good start. Wondering about Tycho's reactions; he seems unsettled.

A new Jes story- this is a good day!
Looking forward to the next chapter.

ohhh, you already posted the first part. Uiiii!!!!!

PS: Yes, Im just a bit giddy.

Val - Nope, no deaths in the Prologue. Just you wait...

CD - Thanks! Leia's speech was my favorite bit... the whole prologue was written for that little part.

Bran_Stark - Thanks More coming, probably this weekend.

Demon - Well, you'll see more about Tycho and where his head is at later on. What about this made you think he seemed unsettled? *curious*

Rogue - Glad to be of service Next chapter will be up in a few days. And I promise it will be longer than this one was.

Rell - Just you wait...

Since the prologue didn't really have anything to it, I decided I'd post Chapter 1 early...

Chapter 1

Wedge cast a sideways glance at Tycho, sitting to his left, after surveying the group assembled in Home One's largest conference room. It was far from the first time he'd been to one of these meetings, but there were an abnormally large number of people present, from a variety of ranks and from units assigned to all corners of the galaxy. "This has to be about Hekrig."

The Alderaanian lifted an eyebrow but otherwise didn't move. "Was there really ever any doubt?"

"No, not really." Wedge glanced back up toward the front of the room, where he recognized a tall, thin woman who was General Cracken's replacement at the top of the food chain that was New Republic Intelligence. Ada Daliis hadn't been in the position long, but he was impressed with the way she'd settled into her role and was handling the situation.

Daliis stepped to the front of the room. "As you know, Admiral Hekrig has been suspiciously absent from the galaxy of late. As you are also no doubt aware, we have little intelligence to guide us in attempting to determine what his plans are. He's made no serious move against Coruscant; his last and only true offensive action was against Udaaro, in search of a lab destroyed by a team loosely aligned with the New Republic."

The team she referred to had been led by Elscol Loro, a former Rogue who spent her days liberating worlds still under Imperial control. Udaaro hadn't been the first time Wedge had relied heavily on her help for a mission-sanctioned by the New Republic or not.

"We have come into some information as to the nature of that lab. Intel gathered during the mission indicated that the lab had, during the Emperor's reign, served as a research facility for a weapon potentially more devastating than the Death Star."

Wedge had been in possession of this information already; it was Elscol who'd told him and he'd been the one to pass the data on to Intel. All the same he felt a chill run down his spine at her words. A couple of others near him stiffened and quiet murmurs flitted through the room.

"At the time we left Udaaro, we had no data as to the potential nature of that weapon. Now, however, we do."

Wedge looked up, his jaw about level with the table in front of him. That was news. He glanced at Tycho, who was still catching up on everything that had gone on during the Udaaro mission. He'd been on leave from the squadron for several months while he recovered from depression and a near suicide attempt. He was still a little out of the loop, but Wedge had filled him in on the really important pieces. "I take it this is new to you, too?"

"Very." He tapped his fingers on the table. "There shouldn't have been any information left about that lab. Elscol blew it up within minutes of finding it-as soon as we jumped out of the system."

"Maybe they took advantage of the downtime while they waited." Tycho shrugged, his eyes still on the front of the room.

"We aren't releasing the information we have at this time, for various reasons. However, it gives us cause for concern. If Hekrig's interest in the lab was intended to aid his own research or project development, we could be facing a new superweapon when he does finally come out of hiding." She shifted, hands coming from behind her back to rest on the table. "The greatest concern in that is the complete lack of information coming out of Hekrig's camp. The Emperor's plans were a sliced and blown data file compared to whatever Hekrig has in the works."

Ackbar rose, his gaze traveling the length of the room before he spoke. "We're initiating concerted efforts to obtain further information but our avenues right now are severely limited. We're in little more than a holding pattern at this point and our first priority is protection of Coruscant and vital member worlds. The Lusankya task force will depart for Thyferra within the week. Home One will orbit Coruscant, with its capital support just outside the system. Neither force will be sufficient to withstand an assault by Hekrig should he bring to bear the forces we know him to possess."

"What is his known capital ship complement?"

"He has in his possession currently a minimum of one Executor-class super star destroyer, three Imperial-class Mark II Destroyers, one standard Imperial-class Destroyer, one Victory-class Destroyer, and at least one Corellian cruiser."

Wedge let out a low whistle. He'd probably known about most of those but to hear them listed out was quite another thing. "Do we have any idea how he came into possession of that large a capital fleet?" More to the point, how had he ended up running around the galaxy in an SSD?

"Hekrig disappeared shortly after the Emperor's death and very little is known about his activities throughout the last decade. The list of former Imperial officers we have struggled to track over the years has never been short and whatever armaments they held in their possession at the time they went to ground are closely guarded secrets. That yet another Executor-class Destroyer has been around the galaxy without our knowledge is disconcerting to be sure, but we do not believe that there is an Imperial shipyard we know nothing about. Our primary concern is with Hekrig's whereabouts and his future plans, not from whence his armaments came."

"All squadrons assigned to the Lusankya and Home One forces are on high alert, effective immediately. Further orders will be transmitted in short order. Any questions?"

Wedge shook his head, pushing himself to his feet. "This is going to end badly."

Tycho nodded, stepping out the door in front of him. "And not any time soon."

~*~

"Lieutenant Devan, Flight Officer So." Wedge returned the new recruits' crisp salutes and smiled, an attempt to make his mood seem better than it was. "Welcome to Rogue Squadron."

Kiel Devan, a Shistavenen male who made Wedge think back to Riv Shiel, one of the squadron's first pilots after the reformation, bared his teeth in a smile of his own. "I am honored to serve you, sir."

"Your honor should come from serving the squadron, not myself." He looked down, closing his eyes tightly for a moment before raising his head. "Devan, you'll be flying as Rogue Six, paired with Major Wes Janson. Janson's been flying a very long time; he can teach you things that might help keep you alive."

He looked over at Rinaa So. The Rodian stood stiffly, her face impassive. He'd had a couple of Rodians in the unit over the years, one of whom had been one of the squadron's first casualties, dying at Borleias as the Alliance had sought to move Coreward. "So, you'll be flying as Rogue 11. Your wingmate is Captain Gavin Darklighter."

"I'm familiar with him, sir."

He raised an eyebrow at her stiffness but nodded. "Good. Both of you see Colonel Celchu, in the next office down the hall. He'll make sure you have everything you need. He'll assign you quarters and take you through inspection of your fighters before you head up to Lusankya." Behind them Wes appeared and Wedge waved him in before he could escape. Janson had been dodging learning of his wingmate assignment, unwilling to have anyone replace Hobbie. Wedge understood the sentiment, sympathized with it, but they all had to move on. And now was as good a time as any.

"Janson, your wingman, Kiel Devan. Devan, Major Wes Janson. And this is Rinaa So, who'll be flying with Gavin."

Wes glared lasers at him for a moment before turning a grin on the wolfman. "Nice to meet you."

Devan bared his teeth once again and nodded. "An honor to fly with you, sir."

Wes waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. You don't have any problems with Ewoks, do you?"

Wedge groaned. Devan blinked and shook his head slowly. So cleared her throat, drawing Wes's attention to her. "Are there Ewoks in this squadron?"

"Occasionally," Wedge replied. "Janson here is our resident practical joker. Do yourselves a favor and ignore any brilliant idea he comes to you with. You'll save yourselves a lot of KP duty."

Wes shook his head. "Ignore him. The rest of us do. Boss, catch you later."

"Take these two down to Tycho, would you?"

The Taanabian shot Wedge a look over his new wingman's head and nodded. Then he grinned and Wedge regretted not letting him walk out. "It'll give me a chance to give you the DL on the rest of the squadron."

~*~

"How you doing?"

Wes watched as Inyri stood, crossing the small office to open a cabinet. She deposited a stack of carefully labeled datacards and drew out a couple blank ones before she closed the drawer. "I'm... bored out of my mind." She laughed but she didn't seem to be in particularly high spirits. "I miss flying. I even miss flying in dogfights." She looked down at her slightly rounded stomach and then raised her eyes to his. "Mostly, I'm lonely."

He nodded. She'd been working at the Palace, in Starfighter Command's ground HQ, for a month, ever since she'd resigned from Rogue Squadron. For most of that time the unit had been on the ground, though they'd be heading up to Lusankya to prepare for departure within a couple of days. He'd made a point of stopping in to see her whenever he had the chance.

It wasn't like he and Hobbie had had the conversation; Hobbie hadn't asked him to look out for her if anything happened to him. They didn't think like that.

Not to mention Hobbs hadn't been confiding a whole lot in him in the months before his death. Janson hadn't known there was anything between Hobbie and Inyri until they'd left on the mission to Udaaro. And Inyri had been the one to tell him that his best friend had been planning to retire, that they'd talked about starting a family.

All the same, Hobbie had been his best friend and Inyri, aside from being a squadron mate and earning Wes's loyalty through years of flying and camaraderie, had been Hobbie's fiancé. He might not have promised Hobbs he'd look out for her but he would; he owed it to his former wingman.

"I mean," she went on, dragging his attention back from the darker spots it frequently wandered to lately, "I'm doing things, getting ready for the baby..." she smiled and her cheeks reddened. "And the people here are nice. They're friendly and sympathetic and one of the girls always goes to lunch with me." She sighed and circled her desk. "But it's not the same as going to the tapcaf with you guys or hitting the sims."

"I'm amazed you haven't gone crazy." He raked his fingers through his hair. "I would have."

"Truth is, I think I might be on the way." She leaned her elbows on the desk and looked up at him. "How's everyone doing?"

"Tycho's good. Most of the time you couldn't tell he'd been out for as long as he was. Now and then, though, he still looks a little..." he shook his head. "I don't know. He's better, for sure, and I'm glad he's back. But once in a while he doesn't seem quite ready."

"He will be. When it counts, you'll see." Her fingers traced the edge of the comm unit on her desk. "Do you have a full roster yet?"

Wes scratched the back of his neck. "You knew Bror Jace was back, right?"

She nodded slowly. "And even if I hadn't been there when he came back, I'd still know because you've told me twenty times." She reached across the desk and squeezed his hand. "Have they replaced me and Hobbie?"

Wes huffed and slouched down in his chair, but didn't let go of her hand. "Today. A Rodian named So is flying in your spot and a Shistavenen is flying for Hobbie."

Inyri offered him a sad half-smile. "Jesina flew for Hobbie over Udaaro."

"That's Jes." He shrugged. "It was temporary... call signs get shuffled in rough situations. Not the same. I haven't had a wingman other than Hobbs since Wedge and I were training Wraith Squadron. Before that... we've flown together since Endor, Inyri."

"I know." She rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand and let out a shaky breath. "I wish I was still with you guys. I'd give anything to be there when you blow Hekrig out of space." The bitterness that crept into her tone had been present more and more lately and it left him uneasy.

"You just take care of that kid." He slid forward and stood. "You leave Hekrig to the rest of us."

"You're leaving soon, aren't you? For Thyferra?"

"A couple days."

"If I don't see you again, take care of yourself." She pushed herself up and out of the chair. "Say hello to everyone for me, too. I'll be thinking about all of you out there."

"You think about her." He'd decided on the trip back to Coruscant that she was having a girl. Somehow it just seemed like Hobbie would have a girl. He always did cry at sappy holovids.

"Him."

He stopped short, almost landing on his rear end as he turned back toward her. "Are you serious?"

She nodded and the smile on her lips actually looked genuine for the first time since Hobbie's death. "I found out yesterday. I'm going to name him Derek." Then she shook her head. "Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"I won't. Take care of yourself, if I don't make it back before we head out."

"You take care of yourself; let me worry about me."

Wes left then, fully intending to head for Jes's quarters on base. But with the image of Hobbie's smile at the breakfast table the morning they all found out about his engagement in his mind, the first tapcaf inside the base's perimeter seemed to call to him.

This is nice, smooth, clear writing. I think you're really getting across what you want to, and doing it well.

I'm looking forward to seeing whether Tycho will hold it together when it comes to the crunch.

And the passages about Hobbie, and his friends coming to terms with their grief, are good.

so here it starts for good.

I still miss Hobbie in it. Its well written how everyone deals with it on their own and how they are trying to carry on without him. For some reason I feel the most sorry for Wes.

CD - Thank you! And Tycho's mental state has a big role in this, for reasons not yet revealed As for the parts about Hobbie... they're making me cry as I write them. I haven't ever regretted writing something so much. Ever.

Rell - I miss Hobbie too Yeah, Wes is having the hardest time of it in this, except maybe for Inyri

Update early next week sometime

Hm, I never thought about the loss of Hobbie from the tactical, Wes has to find a new wingman point of view. But I guess I never thought about the loss of Hobbie

Somehow it just seemed like Hobbie would have a girl. He always did cry at sappy holovids.

Hobbie always was the sensitive one.

More about the weapon!

Confession: I just read the three stories previous to this one in *looks at clock* under 36 hours. Can't wait to see what happens in this one. Just do us a favor? Fake all the deaths you want, but please don't make any of them real. Inyri's storyline is sad enough; I don't need another one.

Val - Poor Hobbie. He deserves to be mourned, at least! And, yeah, his loss is kind of a blow not just in terms of the loss of a friend. They need skilled pilots, especially in light of what's coming And you'll get more of your weapon I need to talk to you about that, actually...

BigFatty - Welcome I love new readers. And I've had a few of those marathon sort of reads myself. Faked deaths, huh? Maybe I should poll whether Hobbie's should have been faked...

Hoping to update this tonight

This chapter is unfortunately on the short side for me but it broke that way... I'm not altogether pleased with it but... *shrug*

Chapter 2

"General Antilles. I am Admiral Ytach Hekrig. If I was not known to you before, I trust that recent events have remedied that undesirable situation." The image paused, as if for effect, and Wedge felt his blood boil. "I've found in you a most worthy adversary, General. I always believed that the Emperor underestimated the Rebels and his successors did little more than follow in his erroneous footsteps."

Hekrig folded his hands on the desk in front of him and gave a feral smile. "Indeed, you, General, and your unit have proven yourselves quite formidable foes. And while I respect militarist genius the likes of which the galaxy has long since lacked, things simply cannot and will not continue as they have. I pride myself on not making the same mistakes that killed my predecessors, sir, but the simple fact is that you cannot win this fight. And you won't. I intend to finish what I started at Riflor."

The image flickered a moment and Hekrig looked away, then back, his square chin up in the air. "Your General Cracken, your Colonel Garnik. Your Major Klivian. These casualties can all, General, be traced to you. My quarrel isn't with these men. My quarrel isn't even really with this government you call the New Republic. I've no desire to rule every world in this galaxy and I was never possessed of any great love for Imperial Center. But I will not allow myself to be trampled on by a Corellian smuggler, a criminal with the good fortune of having been in the right place at the right time to become, what is it they call you, General? A living legend?"

Wedge's left hand balled into a fist and he fought the urge to curse at the comm unit, even as the stylus in his right hand snapped in half.

"Toward the goal of bringing this to a swift conclusion, General, I offer you a proposition. I'll provide, in a separate message, coordinates. Turn yourself over to me and bring my crusade against your people to an end. You can only evade me so long, General, and I suggest you ask yourself this question. How many more of your very close friends will die before the inevitable ending to this fight?"

"Wedge?"

At Tycho's voice, Wedge jerked in his chair as the image of the Imperial admiral faded to black. "How long were you there?"

"Long enough." Tycho folded his arms. "You should probably have closed and locked the door."

Wedge tore his eyes from the comm screen and looked at his XO. "I wasn't exactly expecting Hekrig to reach out to me."

"I can see that." The door slid closed with a hiss and Tycho sat down on the edge of a chair. "Wedge, you can't let him get to you. He says he's not going to make the same mistakes the others did and up to now he hasn't. But listen to everything else he said. He claims that it's inevitable that he's going to win. And that means one of two things. He's either making exactly the same tactical errors every Imp leader before him has made, or he has a plan and he knows you well enough to know exactly how to get to you."

"Everything he's done has been about us. He had Luke kidnapped and beaten for no reason at all other than to throw the New Republic off-balance and to cast a momentary suspicion on the Jedi. The smoke bomb at my wedding, Corran's kidnapping-"

Tycho nodded. "And, of course, murdering Marck Garnik, a man you've met all of, what, twice in your lifetime, to conceal his dealings with Jericho-that was all about petty revenge on Rogue Squadron for having the gall to survive him. Killing Airen Cracken, one of your absolute best friends in the galaxy, was all about you."

"Tycho-"

"Wedge, listen to yourself. You blame yourself for the disaster at Udaaro. Everyone who knows anything about you knows that, and he's playing on it. He's counting on it. Hekrig's smart. For that reason alone you knew we were in trouble from the moment Elscol told you who we were dealing with. He knows that your people are your greatest weakness. You can't let him do this to you. Sacrificing yourself for no good reason isn't going to do anything but cost the New Republic-and the squadron-another good pilot. What you're talking about is suicide." He gave a self-deprecating smile. "I should know."

"It's not-"

"It may not be the exact same thing but it's close enough. Hekrig will play you for all you're worth to him and when he's got what he wants, it's over." Tycho leaned forward, his expression earnest. "Hekrig wants power. If nothing else, he's proven that much. Besides, no one as smart as he is launches this kind of campaign just to satisfy a vendetta. Letting him kill you isn't going to stop him."

~*~

"It doesn't have to be a suicide mission."

Tycho looked up from his computer terminal and frowned. "What?" Then he rolled his eyes. "You're not still thinking about this?"

"We've lost too many people at this point and we have nothing to show for it. We can't keep doing this. If Karrde is right, if the information his people got to Jesina is right, he's got a weapon we know nothing about and sooner or later he's going to use it. We don't know where he is, what it is, and he doesn't seem to share the Emperor's interest in letting the plans slip into our possession. If I do this, if I meet him and the New Republic tracks me, we might actually have a chance at getting somewhere."

"Even if there was a snowball's chance on Tatooine that this would actually work, it's still a suicide mission."

"Can you think of any other way?"

"The same way we've always done this? By having intel teams do intel work and basing our movements off of the information they provide?" Tycho shrugged. "It's just an idea, really, but it seems to have panned out for us in the past."

"He's handing us a way to get to him. We'd be foolish not to take it."

"We'd be showing our desperation if we did take it and that's automatically gives him the edge." Tycho drew a deep breath and counted to five as he exhaled, more because he needed the time to think of a reasoned argument to talk Wedge out of this insanity than anything else. He didn't like the direction his CO's thoughts were taking. "Listen to me. No matter what spin you want to put on it, no matter what outcome it might deliver for us, this ends only one way: with you dead. And I, for one, think Rogue Squadron has had its roster shaken up enough in the last few months and that we can do without any more instability."

"The only information we have on anything Hekrig is doing is coming from smugglers. Our people are treading water, trying not to drown."

"That's because until very recently there was someone in NRI actively keeping information out of our hands. Give Daliis some time; she'll get it done. Jes is confident in her; you should be too."

"What if we don't have that kind of time?"

"What makes you think we don't?" Tycho countered, his elbows resting on the desk in front of him. "He may have this weapon we don't know anything about, but if he was willing to put as much time and energy as he did into Udaaro because he wants to refine it, he's not ready to use it and he's not going to use it until he is ready. That's the way he does things; he doesn't go off half-cocked." He opened his hands. "Not to mention, Hekrig hasn't so much as glanced in our direction since Antoinn imploded. I don't know why but I'm not going to complain."

Wedge dragged his fingers through his hair. "It's only a matter of time. The longer we sit here and do nothing-"

Tycho let his head fall back and spoke to the ceiling. "We'll deal with it when it happens, just like always. You'll get your shot at him, Wedge, but from a fighter where you actually have a chance of surviving."

He watched Wedge turn and leave without a word of acknowledgement and tried to ignore the slowly forming knot in his stomach. One thing was clear. Hekrig's drive to put them all on edge was working.

Seriously tense stuff here. Wedge's determination to look out for his people is definitely a weakness that can be used against him. Tycho needs to remove that message from Hekrig so Wedge can't watch it again and get himself further stirred up. Wedge serioulsy needs to be able to distance himself a little from this taunting.

Killing Airen Cracken, one of your absolute best friends in the galaxy, was all about you."

This made me laugh- even in death, Cracken is Cracken.

I hope Tycho keeps a look out for Wedge... a bit ironic, isn't it?

I agree with CD. It is defently one of his biggest weaknesses if you can call it a weakness to look out for your people.

I like the conversation between Wedge and Tycho. Especially that Tycho is level headed on this one. Tycho strikes me as the type of friend who calls you out if you lose perspective.

And as it is fic by Jes we know more evil things are going to come. Much more evil....

CD - I think that's Wedge's biggest weakness, and has been exploited time and again, by both sides - even Ackbar, in convincing him to take his promotion. Both his enemies and his friends know it, sometimes to his benefit and sometimes to his detriment And yes, Wedge needs to distance himself but what are the chances he will?

Val - I couldn't resist that line. And, well, Tycho's been out of the game for a while so what better way to get back into it than protecting Wedge from himself - as per usual?

Rell - If it can be exploited, it's a weakness And you know I'll exploit it. Tycho has his level head now, yes, but will it stay that way? And yes, evil....

A nice, long update for y'all this time, but we're still moving slowly. Sorry...

Chapter 3

"This direct approach he's taking is very disturbing." Ackbar studied the frozen image of Hekrig. "Don't you agree, General?"

Wedge nodded. "There's not much about his approach so far that hasn't been disturbing, Admiral."

"Touché." Ackbar swiveled his head to look first at Wedge and then at Garm Bel Iblis. "What do you make of his contact with General Antilles?"

"It's simply his latest effort. He's already proven himself highly unconventional. He's passed on many an opportunity to batter us simply because the timing didn't fit his plans. In many ways he reminds me of Thrawn... he plans things, almost to a fault. His tactics, however, bear no resemblance."

"To anything," Wedge muttered bitterly.

"This is true." Ackbar leaned forward. "You have a thought on this, I presume, General?"

"We've played right into his hands with every move we've made. Our only information on his movements, on his activities on Antoinn, the AL is coming from Karrde and I'm not comfortable relying on his goodwill. Whatever his intentions here, he's given us a way to at least move toward him." He forced himself to look around the room as he spoke, unwilling to give the impression that he had any reservations about what he was proposing.

Ada Daliis's eyes widened. "Surely, General, you aren't suggesting that you take Hekrig up on his... invitation?"

"I'm suggesting exactly that. There's no doubt in my mind that he's been trying to keep us off-balance to prevent us from learning anything about what he's doing, and it's worked. We don't even know where he is. We have no idea what his interest in Antoinn V is all about. We know about this weapon he supposedly has because Karrde happens to like us. We don't know who else in our ranks might be working for him, or which of our member worlds might be entertaining the same thoughts Jericho was. He's going to hit us, and hit us hard, and it will be on his terms and not ours. I've been through that once before and it was disastrous."

"And how, pray tell, do you suggest that walking directly into what is so obviously a trap might help remedy those problems?"

"Luke Skywalker did the same thing at Endor. He turned himself over to the Emperor and Vader."

"As I recall," Ackbar interrupted and stood, one eye rolling in Wedge's direction, "Luke had reason to believe that the Emperor wanted him alive. You have no such belief. As a matter of fact, I'd say we have every reason to believe you might be killed on sight."

"Hekrig had Cracken killed. Granted, Joss Layfee was probably responsible for that, but AL forces made it into highly restricted areas of the base and the Palace. If Hekrig really wanted me dead, I'd be dead. He won't kill me, not at first. He'll be only too happy to have me stand by and watch as his plans unfold."

"He still intends to kill you."

"That's correct. And Luke knew at Endor that the Emperor would kill him if his plans failed."

"Which very nearly happened." Ackbar frowned. "What plan have you in mind, General?"

"Admiral, I must protest-"

Ackbar cut her off with a wave of his hand. "You will learn, General Daliis, that the easiest way to deal with General Antilles is to at least feign interest in his proposals." Wedge winced, though he thought he detected what passed for a smile on the Mon Calamari's face.

"My assumption is that he plans to have someone meet me at the coordinates he's provided. I'm fairly certain it would be someone dispensable, in case the New Republic decided to spring an ambush."

Daliis sat back in her chair, frowning. "Which you would not have us do."

"No. Killing a lackey will do nothing but annoy Hekrig." He exhaled. "At any rate, I'd meet whoever he sends, probably slave my ship to theirs, assuming both the craft and crew were indispensable, and therefore quite small. NRI can rig something to transmit from Gate or even from some sort of locator on me or within my belongings-"

"Gate?" Daliis rested her chin in her hand and Wedge wondered whether it was the situation or simply he himself that was exhausting her.

"My astromech droid. He's a G8 model."

"Would such a thing be possible, Ada?"

"It would, theoretically. However, the amount of time it would take for sufficient forces to track the General through hyperspace to whatever his eventual destination might be, would leave more than sufficient time for Hekrig's people to locate and dispose of any tracking method we might attempt to utilize. This is a very risky proposition, Admiral, and every instinct I have points to futility. I have no doubt that the only outcome here would be the loss of the General's life."

"Your proposal is not without merit, Antilles, and I understand that there is a personal stake in this for you. It does seem, at this point, that much of Hekrig's game-playing has been at the expense of you and your people. However, the risks of this operation far outweigh the potential gain. The timetable he provided in the second message gives us insufficient time to bring our forces together. Even if we were able to locate you, just given the armament we know him to have, we could not muster a sufficient force to attempt to retrieve you."

Garm Bel Iblis, silent up to now, stepped away from the wall. "Your proposal does, as the Admiral has said, have merit, General, and I commend-as always-your willingness to place yourself in harm's way for the greater good. However, I'm equally concerned by it. I believe you know full well the weaknesses in this plan and that to execute it would be in very poor judgment. You've allowed your personal feelings and the persecution Hekrig has subjected Rogue Squadron to, to cloud your thinking. For that reason alone I'd recommend against this action."

Wedge set his jaw and nodded. There wasn't an individual in the galaxy not fully aware of what the Rogues had endured over the last few months. Tycho's hospitalization after Corran's supposed attempt to kill Wedge had been fodder for the sludgenews for months. The funeral they'd held on Coruscant for the men and women who'd died on the Udaaro mission had been little more than a circus, with every holonews reporter for a dozen sectors hailing Hobbie as a hero of the Rebellion, Piggy and Elassar as heroes of the hunt for Zsinj. Janson had helped Inyri move twice, the last time under a false name. Apparently, tragedies like what she'd suffered made for good holodramas. Some producer had asked her to sign off on a holovid about her life in exchange for several million credits. She'd suggested not so politely that he jump in the Maw.

Ackbar took his seat once more. "Any further communications from Hekrig, General, please forward at once to my office."

"Yes, sir."

"If there is nothing else, we will adjourn."

Daliis hung back to talk to the Admiral but Bel Iblis followed Wedge out the door. "Hekrig's reign will come to an end, Antilles. And you have my word that Rogue Squadron will be there to see it happen."

"I've no doubt, but at what cost?"

"An untenable one, I'm sure." The older man rested his hand heavily on Wedge's shoulder for an instant before turning to walk away.

~*~

Wedge reached his office at the same time as an out-of-breath Wes Janson and his very frazzled XO. Cringing inwardly and certain that he didn't want to know the answer, he had to force himself to ask, "What's going on?"

Tycho answered for the both of them. "Inyri was shot at. She's in the hospital; it's barely even a graze but they're keeping her for observation, probably because of her pregnancy."

"Do they know who went after her?"

Wes scowled. "Who do you think?"

Tycho sighed and rolled his eyes, speaking to the ceiling. "Enough, Wes."

"Why would Hekrig want Inyri killed?" Wedge keyed open the door but Wes remained in the corridor.

Janson threw up his hands. "Why's he done any of this?"

Tycho grabbed the Taanabian's wrist, wrenching it down. "Wes. Back off."

Wedge frowned at him. With the games Hekrig was so fond of playing and the timing, coinciding so perfectly with his communication, he was inclined to think Janson was right-and Tycho probably agreed. "He's not saying anything you aren't thinking so what's the problem?"

The Alderaanian folded his arms. "I know what you're thinking, Wedge. That's the problem."

Wes hissed in frustration, punching the wall a little too forcefully for Wedge's comfort. "This is ridiculous. What are we going to do, Wedge, let this guy have his flunkies try to pick us off one at a time? She left, Wedge. This is over for her and out of all of us he's still going after her."

Tycho growled. "Shut up, Wes."

Janson opened his mouth but snapped it shut again and looked between them. "What?"

Tycho's eyes narrowed and Wedge pushed his XO through his office door before the man had a chance to say anything. He slapped at the door controls. "Hekrig kindly sent Wedge an invitation to his own execution. He's just come from Ackbar's office where, I assume, he was told he wouldn't be attending."

Wes blinked and repeated himself. "What?"

Wedge brought the comm message up and hit play. Janson watched in silence as Hekrig's vitriol filled the room and by the time it ended his face was ashen. "Ackbar knows about this?"

"And Bel Iblis, and Daliis."

"And what are they going to do about it?"

"Absolutely nothing. And telling them about this isn't going to change their minds." If he'd thought there was a chance in hell that it would, he'd be dragging Wes with him right back to Ackbar's office. "Where was she when it happened?"

"Leaving work. An MP was the first to respond, no sign of the shooter. They have a guard outside her room at the hospital but I'm thinking I might stay there tonight." He frowned. "If I can get in touch with Jes and let her know. She had to meet with intel about working with Karrde and I haven't heard from her since."

"Daliis was at the meeting I just had with Ackbar and Bel Iblis." Wedge reached for the comm. "I can't imagine who else she might have met with."

He was about to punch in her comm number when his door slid open and Jesina walked into the office. "Mind if I crash the party?" He shook his head, wondering if other squadron commanders actually enjoyed the luxury of privacy.

Wes spun around, but not quickly enough to hide the look of relief that flashed over his face at the sound of her voice. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Sorry. An... associate of Karrde's is on-planet and wanted to meet with me. His people don't quite trust Daliis yet." She looked distinctly uncomfortable as she spoke and Tycho must have noticed because he reached behind her and closed the door.

"What's going on?"

"What Daliis said, at the meeting on Home One a couple days ago?"

"The meeting you weren't at?"

She gave him a grin. "I'm still the go-between, Wedge, and Daliis doesn't know anything that hasn't come out of the Smugglers' Alliance. Anyway, what she said about the lab, knowing something about the nature of the weapon that was under development there?"

"I'm not going to like this, am I?"

"You're not supposed to know about this," she countered. "It might have actually been in our best interests to let him have the lab rather than deny him the information he might have found there."

He'd expected all sorts of doomsday revelations but that had definitely not been one of the possibilities to pass through his head. "How in the name of the Force could we have been better off letting him get his hands on one of Palpatine's toys?"

"Because he already has it. The only thing stopping him from using it is that he's attempting to refine it, so that it can destroy, for example, a single capital ship rather than everything in an entire system." She leaned back against the closed door. "You understand why no one's supposed to know about this."

"I think we can get there." Tycho sat on the corner of Wedge's desk. "And this is what you were discussing with Daliis?"

Jesina shook her head. "She doesn't know that yet. I've been trying to track her down but she's not in her office." She frowned. "And her assistant won't talk to me; she got rid of the woman who worked for me and Cracken."

"Daliis was in the meeting I just had with Ackbar and Bel Iblis, and stayed back when I left. She's probably still in with him."

She looked over at him with interest. "What was your meeting about? Our orders?"

"Not exactly."

Wedge scowled at his XO. "Stop causing trouble."

Tycho looked over his shoulder at him. "I know how little use for odds you have, but I'm betting on them. Maybe if you hear enough people tell you not to listen to a word he says, you might actually listen."

"Not likely," Wes muttered and Wedge held up a datapad, a silent threat to peg Janson off the head with it. The Taanabian shrugged and pointed at Tycho. Jesina elbowed him in the side.

"What's going on? Who shouldn't Wedge be listening to?"

Wes opened his mouth but shut it when Wedge glared, leaving Tycho to answer. "Hekrig sent a communication directly to Wedge. He received the message this morning. He's offered to back off from the New Republic and go live out his days terrorizing only the worlds he already controls."

Jes folded her arms. "In exchange for what?"

"Wedge. Seems his sick of Wedge flying all over him and since it's really only a matter of time before he wins and we're all destroyed, he thought he'd give Wedge a chance to turn himself in. He dies and we all get back to business as usual. And Wedge went to Ackbar looking for permission to do it."

She looked blankly at Wedge. "You aren't that stupid."

"Luke Skywalker did the same thing at Endor." The argument hadn't worked on Ackbar but he hadn't really expected it to. It might have a slightly better shot with his subordinates, though not likely from the look on his XO's face.

Wes leaned over, his face microns from Wedge's, his palms flat on the desktop. "Luke almost died on the Death Star. Not only did the Emperor electrocute him but he barely got off the thing before we blew it up." His eyes narrowed. "And how would you have felt if he'd been on it when it blew?"

Wedge squared his shoulders, eyes narrowing. "I don't know. But Luke had to do what he did-"

"And you don't have to do this. Wedge, listen to yourself."

"I tried that already." Tycho shook his head. "He isn't. That's the problem. If any of us was saying the same things, he'd be threatening to space us."

Jesina frowned at him. "I understand what you're thinking. And I know you realize that there's no way he'll back off if you turn yourself over to him. But there are better ways to track him down and there are better ways of gaining the information we need to bring him down. What you want to do might work; I'll grant you that. But there's one way and one way only that it would end for you. We all know that when we do move against Hekrig, Rogue Squadron will be there. Do you really think, after everything that's happened, that your people are going to be able to hold it together knowing you might still be aboard his ship? If you're even still alive?"

"We did at Endor."

Tycho rolled his eyes. "You didn't know where Luke was at Endor, Wedge. As far as we knew, he was on the ground with Han and the rest of the strike team. And even if you had known, the circumstances were very different then. There was more at stake. Luke wasn't our CO and the squadron hadn't just been through hell."

"The whole rebellion was hell."

"You know what I mean."

Wedge scowled. "He's targeting Rogue Squadron."

"Let him. We've never run before and we're not going to start now." Jesina waved her hand toward the door. "There's not one person in the unit that doesn't want a piece of him and they'll get it, in due time."

"It's not just us," Wes said quietly. "Someone took a shot at Inyri as she was leaving work today. No one saw anything; no sign of the shooter by the time the MPs showed up."

"And you think it was Hekrig's people?"

"No, I figure it was one of the reporters she told to kriff off last week." He frowned at her. "Who else would it be?"

"Why would Hekrig go after Inyri? That doesn't make any sense, Wes."

"Why did he have people hanging out in the asteroid belt at Hoth? Why did he kidnap Corran? Why does he keep dropping by Coruscant? Why the kriff does he do anything he does?" He glanced at his chrono. "I told her I'd head over there as soon as I got the chance; she's okay but they want to keep an eye on her." He exhaled. "I know I said I'd stop by but I think I might stay at the hospital... they have a guard on her but I'm not sure I trust them. I'll talk to you later."

Jesina watched him go, her lips set in a thin line, until Tycho touched her arm. "He feels responsible for her, like he owes it to Hobbie."

"I know that." She looked back to Wedge, visibly pushing Wes out of her mind. "You can't do what you're thinking, Wedge. It's Tactics 101: you never let your enemy pick the battlefield."

Nice update.

So true.

Nice comparison of Wedge's plan to Luke at Endor. Poor Wes, first Hobbs dies, then Inyri gets shot at. It was nice also to see Jes acting as a go-between.

Ooo - a lovely long chapter with plenty of room for development. There's lots of lovely character work here, like Ackbar's joke about feigning interest in Wedge's plans, and everone's reactions to Wedge.

I'm really enjoying this, and looking forward to the next part.

If only Piggy were still alive. Then they could just have him sit on Wedge until the whole thing was over and prevent him from committing suicide.