Post by butter on Jun 24, 2007 21:49:24 GMT -4
Wedge Antilles
Wearing only shorts and a blue understhirt bearing the symbol of the original Rebal Alliance in black now fading to gray, Wedge Antillies moved to the front door of his quarters and activated the security panel on the wall beside it. The screen flickered to life and showed a man and a woman standing in the hall outside. Both were young, in their midtwenties, and despite the fact that they were in the gray jumpsuits and overcoats that constituted one from the anonymous street dress on Corellia, their hairtcuts--military short rather than slightly shaggy--and an indefinable quality about their body language and facial expressions marked them as outsiders.
They shouldn't have been able to reach the front door of Wedge's quarters without him knowing about it. His housing building was given over to the military retirees such as himself. Some were retired from the New Republic, some from Corsec--Corellian Security--some from other Corellian armed forces. These were very basic security measures in place at all the entrances into the housing complex, so if these two were here without having been announcing by complex security, it was because some other resident had let them in.
Wedge shrugged. The complex's security was designed to keep ordinary folk out of their building, not to prevent agents with contracts from getting in.
He glanced over his shoulder. His wife, Iella, stood in the doorway to their bedroom. She wore a simple white robe and her hair, normally a wavy, gray-brown cascade, was a tousled mess. She had one hand cupped over her mouth as she yawned, the other held a full-sized blaster at her side. Yawn done, she gave him a questioning look, one eyebrow raised.
He shrugged, then turned back to the door and activated the exterior speakers. "What is it?"
The female visitor, a well-muscled blond woman who was roughly the same height as Wedge, said, "General Wedge Antilles?" Her voice sounded questioning, yet formal at the same time.
Wedge flipped on the lights in the living room. Iella was no longer in sight. He knew that she had gone into the shadows, holding a blaster, wearing something much less visable than the white garment she had been wearing... just in case. Wedge then took several security precautions, such as sealing the outer door so that his daughter, Myri, would not wander into the living room in case she woke up. She was an intelligent girl, though stubborn. Wedge would do everything in his power to protect her and keep her safe.
Finally, he opened the front door, and said, "Come in." He carefully kept his annoyance out of his voice.
The woman apologized for waking him, and introduced herself as Captain Barthis with Intelligence Section. And the man with her, she introduced as her associate, Lieutenant Titch.
Wedge demanded their identification, and they handed their cards to him without question, then he took them and inserted them into his security panel, where the computer processed them. When he was finally satisfied, he waved his visitors toward the sofa. "Have a seat," he said.
Barthis shook her head. "Actually, we've been sitting for hours already, on a shuttle--"
"Of course," Wedge waited.
"The GA needs your help, General," the woman said.
Wedge snorted faintly. "Captain, the Galactica Alliance is teeming with officers who were complelled to retire after the war with the Yuuzhon Vong, for the simple reason that a peacetime military doesn't need as many of them. Some of these folks are quite brilliant, and, unlike me, they're anxious to get back into uniform. Me, I'm anxious to sit around in comfortable clothes all day, give me wife all the time military careeer wouldn't allow me to give her, and complete m memiors. You're looking for the wrong man."
"No sir," the Captain said. "The GA needs you and your specific help."
Titch finally spoke for the first time since arriving. "It has to do with the events of nearly thirty years ago when Rogue Sqaudron did so much work preparing for the taking of Coruscant from Imperial Forces."
"I see," Wedge said, narrowing his eyes slightly. "And it's something that requires my presence insread of a simple holocomm call."
"Yes, sir," the Captain said.
And if they're here in the middle of the night, they need me in the middle of the night, Wedge thought, sighing inwardly. "Alright, wait for me in the building lobby, and I'll be right now."
They headed out, and Wedge approached Iella, who confirmed that their indentity had checked out. She seemed annoyed at the fact that he would be leaving, although she seemed to understand. Wedge wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, and kissed her. "Wake up Myri so I can say goodbye," he said softly.
She headed toward the hallway door to unlock it, and as she did so, she paused and said, "I don't like Twitch."
Wedge understood, nodding. "Yeah," he said. He knew she didn't like the man, she merely meant she didn't like his presence, because he was an intelligence officer brought along for security. To ensure that the person being transported didn't cause trouble. Was Titch actually the Captain's partner, or had he been brought in because someone thought Wedge might be in danger? Or anticipated trouble?
Wearing only shorts and a blue understhirt bearing the symbol of the original Rebal Alliance in black now fading to gray, Wedge Antillies moved to the front door of his quarters and activated the security panel on the wall beside it. The screen flickered to life and showed a man and a woman standing in the hall outside. Both were young, in their midtwenties, and despite the fact that they were in the gray jumpsuits and overcoats that constituted one from the anonymous street dress on Corellia, their hairtcuts--military short rather than slightly shaggy--and an indefinable quality about their body language and facial expressions marked them as outsiders.
They shouldn't have been able to reach the front door of Wedge's quarters without him knowing about it. His housing building was given over to the military retirees such as himself. Some were retired from the New Republic, some from Corsec--Corellian Security--some from other Corellian armed forces. These were very basic security measures in place at all the entrances into the housing complex, so if these two were here without having been announcing by complex security, it was because some other resident had let them in.
Wedge shrugged. The complex's security was designed to keep ordinary folk out of their building, not to prevent agents with contracts from getting in.
He glanced over his shoulder. His wife, Iella, stood in the doorway to their bedroom. She wore a simple white robe and her hair, normally a wavy, gray-brown cascade, was a tousled mess. She had one hand cupped over her mouth as she yawned, the other held a full-sized blaster at her side. Yawn done, she gave him a questioning look, one eyebrow raised.
He shrugged, then turned back to the door and activated the exterior speakers. "What is it?"
The female visitor, a well-muscled blond woman who was roughly the same height as Wedge, said, "General Wedge Antilles?" Her voice sounded questioning, yet formal at the same time.
Wedge flipped on the lights in the living room. Iella was no longer in sight. He knew that she had gone into the shadows, holding a blaster, wearing something much less visable than the white garment she had been wearing... just in case. Wedge then took several security precautions, such as sealing the outer door so that his daughter, Myri, would not wander into the living room in case she woke up. She was an intelligent girl, though stubborn. Wedge would do everything in his power to protect her and keep her safe.
Finally, he opened the front door, and said, "Come in." He carefully kept his annoyance out of his voice.
The woman apologized for waking him, and introduced herself as Captain Barthis with Intelligence Section. And the man with her, she introduced as her associate, Lieutenant Titch.
Wedge demanded their identification, and they handed their cards to him without question, then he took them and inserted them into his security panel, where the computer processed them. When he was finally satisfied, he waved his visitors toward the sofa. "Have a seat," he said.
Barthis shook her head. "Actually, we've been sitting for hours already, on a shuttle--"
"Of course," Wedge waited.
"The GA needs your help, General," the woman said.
Wedge snorted faintly. "Captain, the Galactica Alliance is teeming with officers who were complelled to retire after the war with the Yuuzhon Vong, for the simple reason that a peacetime military doesn't need as many of them. Some of these folks are quite brilliant, and, unlike me, they're anxious to get back into uniform. Me, I'm anxious to sit around in comfortable clothes all day, give me wife all the time military careeer wouldn't allow me to give her, and complete m memiors. You're looking for the wrong man."
"No sir," the Captain said. "The GA needs you and your specific help."
Titch finally spoke for the first time since arriving. "It has to do with the events of nearly thirty years ago when Rogue Sqaudron did so much work preparing for the taking of Coruscant from Imperial Forces."
"I see," Wedge said, narrowing his eyes slightly. "And it's something that requires my presence insread of a simple holocomm call."
"Yes, sir," the Captain said.
And if they're here in the middle of the night, they need me in the middle of the night, Wedge thought, sighing inwardly. "Alright, wait for me in the building lobby, and I'll be right now."
They headed out, and Wedge approached Iella, who confirmed that their indentity had checked out. She seemed annoyed at the fact that he would be leaving, although she seemed to understand. Wedge wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, and kissed her. "Wake up Myri so I can say goodbye," he said softly.
She headed toward the hallway door to unlock it, and as she did so, she paused and said, "I don't like Twitch."
Wedge understood, nodding. "Yeah," he said. He knew she didn't like the man, she merely meant she didn't like his presence, because he was an intelligence officer brought along for security. To ensure that the person being transported didn't cause trouble. Was Titch actually the Captain's partner, or had he been brought in because someone thought Wedge might be in danger? Or anticipated trouble?