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Jula jerked a thumb back toward the sounds of the gath-ering. "This isn't very
easy on you, is it?"
Corran shrugged. "Compared to an Imperial prison, it's actually very nice. The
trick of it is that there I had a focus for my negative thoughts-the people who
had me imprisoned. Here there is no such focus."
"Perhaps that means that you should just let your nega-tive thoughts go." Jula
patted him on the shoulder. "Nothing wrong with feeling and acknowledging sorrow
and pain, Lieutenant Horn. The crime is letting them hold you prisoner. Come on
back, and we'll do all we can to set you free."
He's right. Mourning is appropriate, but not here and not now. Corran smiled.
"Thanks. I think I will rejoin the group. In fighting the Imps I've been in so
many places where I've been reviled, it's great, just for once, to be welcomed
so openly and graciously."
"I'm glad you feel that way." Jula threw an arm over Corran's shoulder and
steered him back toward the light. "Darklighters believe in treating friends
like family and fam-ily like friends, and we're always glad to add yet one more
to the family."
8
This has to be a dream. A nightmare even. Wedge cracked his left eye open and
let it slowly attempt to focus. At first he noticed nothing unusual in the unlit
room, but then he caught sight of little motes of light streaking like shooting
stars across night sky. The possible presence of something in his quarters did
convince his sleep-besotted brain that he should continue his trek toward
consciousness, but until he heard the voice a second time, he wasn't wholly
certain he wasn't en-meshed in a nightmare.
"Good morning, sir. It is very good to see you again."
Wedge rolled over and reluctantly opened both eyes. "Emtrey?"
"How kind of you to remember me, Comm-I mean, Master Wedge." The black 3PO droid
with the clamshell head stood beside the bed with its hands splayed out. "I
real-ize you may not have fully recovered from your journey here, and were it up
to me I'd have allowed you to sleep longer, but this is the time at which you
requested awakening."
Wedge groaned. Shortly after Corran, Mirax, and Gavin had left for Tatooine,
Winter located a possible store of X-wings and parts on Rishi. Using some of the
unit's money,
Wedge rented a modified Corellian YT-1300 light freighter named Eclipse Rider
and headed out with Ooryl Qrygg to check out the report. The trip out from
Coruscant went well, but once they arrived in-system they ran into trouble. The
freighter lost a repulsor-lift coil upon landing. Ooryl worked on replacing that
while Wedge wound his way through a lab-yrinth of H'kig religious laws that
seemed, to him, to prohibit or limit anything that could make life easier.
He did locate the cache of X-wing parts and managed to purchase it. He estimated
two fighters could be cobbled to-gether from the parts, which was something, but
far short of what he'd hoped when he set out at first. Regulations on the use of
repulsor-lift vehicles complicated the loading timetable and, ultimately,
delayed their departure from the world by twelve hours.
When he and Ooryl finally did make it to Yag'Dhul, Wedge was four days behind
schedule and exhausted. He docked the freighter, then had someone show him to
his quarters. 7 thought twelve hours of sleep would be enough, but apparently
not, because I'm hallucinating the presence of a droid that should be on