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people wanted.
A rebellion against the Rebellion would result in anar-
chy or a return of the Empire. Either would be disaster.
Fighting for progress and against reactionary forces was the
only way to guarantee the New Republic would get a chance
to flourish. Wedge dearly wanted that to happen and hoped
the politicians would look past their efforts to gather power
to themselves long enough to take steps to provide real sta-
bility and a real future.
Over at the grave site an honor guard raised the squad-
ron flag, then backed away and saluted. That signaled an end
to the ceremony, and the visitors began to drift away. A
cream-furred Bothan with violet eyes crossed to where
Wedge stood and nodded ahnost graciously. "You were quite
eloquent, Commander Antilles." Borsk Fey'lya waved a
hand toward the departing masses. "I have no doubt quite a
few hearts were stirred by your words."
Wedge raised an eyebrow. "But not yours, Councilor
Fey'lya ?"
The Bothan snoted a clipped laugh. "If I were so easily
swayed, l could be convinced to back all sorts of nonsense."
"Like the trial of Tycho Celchu?"
Fey'lya's fur rippled and rose at the back of his neck.
"No, I might be convinced that such a trial was not neces-
sary." He smoothed the fur back down with his right hand.
"Admiral Ackbar has not convinced you to abandon your
petition to the Provisional Council about this matter?"
"No" Wedge folded his arms across his chest. "I would
have thought by now you would have engineered a vote to
deny me the chance to address the council."
"Summarily dismiss a petition by the man who liberated
Coruscant?" The Bothan's violet eyes narrowed. "You're
moving into a realm of warfare at which I am a master,
Commander. I would have thought you wise enough to see




that. Your petition will fail. It must fail, so it shall. Captain
Celchu will be tried for murder and treason."
"Even though he is innocent?"
"Is he?"
"He is."
"A fact to be determined by a military court, surely."
Fey'lya gave Wedge a cold smile. "A suggestion, Com-
mander."
"Yes?"
"Don't waste your eloquence on the Provisional Coun-
cil. Save it. Hoard it." The Bothan's teeth flashed in a feral
grin. "Use it on the tribunal that tries Captain Celchu. You'll