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The Greater Antilles
Part Twenty-Five
by Wedge and Jaded

"Hobbie, what is it with you today that has these girls swooning when they see you," I ask the lieutenant. "Bring this one around too, and please stop doing whatever it is you are doing, I'd hate to leave a trail of unconscious women in our wake."

I return my attention to Jaded standing next to me; my arm holding her close, I lean into her and kiss her lightly on the tip of her nose as my hand moves down to gently caress her belly, "I have forgotten to ask you HOW YOU ARE," I whisper to her. "I'm sorry, just a bit thrown as to where we are and how we got here."

Jaded smiled at him softly, placing her hand over his. "I'm fine, well as fine as I can be given the fact I've spent the better part of the last week in the cockpit of my X-Wing, scared out of my wits, looking for you," she said quietly, trying to keep back the emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Taking a step closer to him, she laid her head on his shoulder, "I was so scared you were gone, Wedge, and I didn't know what I would do if you were," she whispered, admitting it even to herself for the first time.

I kiss her passionately, then turn to the young women who haven't fainted, "Could SOMEONE PLEASE TELL US WHERE WE ARE AND IS THERE SOME PLACE WE CAN GO TO CLEAN UP? I don't know about you girls, but this pilot could really use a shower and," rubbing my hand along the edge of my chin, "A shave, not to mention some food. I know my pilots are hungry."

At the mention of food, Emote left the female Ewok, came over and held his arms out to be picked up, "Emote want food too. Emote hungry." As I picked him up he squirmed around and reached out to Jaded, "Emote missed Jaded," he said stroking her face. "Wedge should not worry Jaded," he declared gazing at me, "That was bad Wedge, worry Jaded."

"I didn't do it on purpose, Emote," I reassure him. I turn my attention back to the girls, "FEED THE PILOTS NOW," I say, "And while we're eating maybe you can tell us about these Antilles Islands and where they are."

Continued in Part Twenty-Six