trans_9 | Rogue Squadron Meet 'n' Greet, Mark 2 [ Closed to Rogue Squadron]

Wedge had set up the headquarters for yet another meet and greet operation. The headquarters, of course, was simply an abandoned building with appropriate facilities he had commandeered in the city. A low building of bright red brick, it had at some point been an office complex. Now it was the headquarters of the best fighter squadron anywhere (or so the reputation went). A crude sign and been painted over the front of the building reading 'Rogue Squadron Headquarters,' replacing the precious owners which had advertised for insurance of some type. The front offices had been set up for use by Wedge and his small staff (now including Tycho, Ben and Nura) to run the squadron. Another side room had been set up as a 'pilot lounge,' though at the moment it only had some spare office furniture. Couches and other things were hard to come by on Stacy. Finally, the largest room had been converted into a briefing room of sorts, with a projector and several rows of seating, as well as tables that could be stowed or set up as needed.

At the moment there were simply chairs scattered around the edge of the room. Wedge waited, occasionally checking his chronometer. Hopefully everyone would arrive and mingle, and then he could get down to the business of letting them know exactly what they were in for.

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Tycho stood next to his best friend as they watched people, both new and familiar faces, file into the briefing room.

He flashed Wedge a small grin. "Here we go again, huh?"

"Looks like it." Wedge smiled that quiet, knowing smile of a veteran of a thousand different battles and a million different dogfights.

"Were we ever that young? It feels like it was a lifetime ago..." He nodded towards Shinn, Ben, the other young people scattered around the room.

"I just hope we can prepare them for what's coming, whatever it is."

Tycho had a matching look in his eyes, a matching quiet strength of a man who's seen too much. "It doesn't feel like we ever were, does it? But we must have been," he replies. Tycho and Wedge at 16 had been as carefree, with no idea of what lay in store for them.

Tycho thought of his memories of what the Ohm could do, and his eyes shuttered. "I hope so too." He was certainly going to give his all in that effort, and he knew Wedge would as well.

"At some point, right?" Wedge shook his head. It was a daunting task that lay in front of them.

"We'll do it. We have to. For everyone who isn't awake to defend themselves or for all the people who couldn't when they..." He didn't want to think about it. About Iella, about Syal, wherever she was. About Qui. He shook his head.

"We have to do it."

Tycho shot his best friend a small reassuring smile. "We will. After all they have the best commander in the galaxy to train and lead them."

His face quickly went back to serious though. Everything Wedge was saying, everything he wasn't saying, Tycho was basically thinking the same thing. Winter was here with him now, but how many millions, billions of others were still asleep, or worse-

"We will." His voice had the quiet strength and determination of a man who will not fail because he refuses to fail.

Rogue Squadron Meet 'n' Greet, Mark 2 [ Closed to Rogue Squadron]

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