HOBBIE: "Isn't it a little early?" he asked, doing as he was asked, then re-filling the glass belonging to the blond sitting further down the bar, half-asleep.

WES: "It's the right time somewhere." Wes took a sip and sighed in relief. That tasted good.

HOBBIE: "It all depends," Hobbie stopped with a yawn as he looked up and saw Wes, "On when you last slept."

WES: "What's sleep?" Wes asked sarcastically, looking at his friend from the corner of his eye.

HOBBIE: "I believe Tycho said it was like being shot until you're unconscious - only without the bacta and you wake up feeling better... or something like that," Hobbie shrugged, stretching his neck a little. "Mind if I join you, or you in on a solo run?" he asked from his spot a bit down the barline.

WES: "You paying?" It was his way of inviting without saying it.

HOBBIE: Hobbie chuckled and stood, taking his lum with him to go sit next to him. "Sure."

WES: "Good." He looked at the bartender. "Give me the most expensive lum in the house."

HOBBIE: "Bastard." Hobbie chuckled, shaking his head. "Why did I welcome you back, again?" there was a haunt in his eyes he hadn'nt quite shaken yet - came here to hide a little from his wife and son, though he was sure that wouldn't last too long. the hiding, that is. Feni had a way of finding him, after all.

FENI: Fen knew. She always knew. For now, she was working and the lil one was well taken care of not ten meters away.

WES: "Because I'm your best friend and you missed me... and I'm affordable since I gave up my ranks."

HOBBIE: Hobbie snorted as the 'tender gave Wes what he'd asked for. "Suuuure," he teased.

WES: "Well, it's all true." he took a much more appreciatve drink of the good lum.

WEDGE: Wedge entered the bar and instantly recognized the two men at the bar. "I heard a rumor," Wedge reached between the two men and rotated the bottle to read the label, "that it was senior night down at the bar." He let go of the bottle and moved around on Wes' other side. "I thought I'd check it out, I guess the rumor was true." He hung his brown jacket on the back of the bar stool and waved his hand at the chair. "Mind if I join you?"

HOBBIE: "Of course! You're always welcome," Hobbie said, almost smiling. "In fact, if you'd like your old job back..." half joking... half serious.

WES: Wes winced a bit. He hadn't seen Wedge in a LONG time... he wondered just how much Wedge knew about his doings in life. "Yes, please take that offer. The rest of the squad talks about Hobbie being the evil overlord."

HOBBIE: "I've got tough boots to fill," Hobbie said wryly, taking a sip of his lum and hiding a yawn as he did so.

MYN & ADAM: Adam looked up at the bar noticing the coversation and did a double take, "Is that who I think it is?" Myn smiled, "Yeah, Wes, Hobbie, and if my eyes don't deceive me Wedge. It's been quite awhile since I've seen the three of them together." After watching the trio down a couple of drinks a piece Adam grinned, "Apparently they're in need of a break." Myn chuckled, "Certainly, have to take a break every once in awhile otherwise you'd go crazy." He raised his voice enough for everyone to hear, "But watch out for the blond one, he can be pretty nuts after a few drinks."

DANA: "Ah, the Downtime," she thought to herself as she stepped in. "It's been so long," she said quietly, not intending for anyone to hear. The congregation at the bar drew her attention, and she grinned for a moment before heading to a booth that was like a home away from home. "Corellian Ale, please," she said as a waitress stepped up, then she smiled and motioned to the congregation. "And their bills, too, if you'd be so kind." She smiled a particular smile and waitress nodded quietly. Business taken care of, Dana just sat back to watch the scene.

WEDGE: "Well," he began to pour some of the lum into a glass, "the way I see it is you both are still sitting here, the Empire is on the run now more than ever and the squadron is still on active duty." He raised his glass to them both. "Mission accomplished." He took a small sip of the drink holding it in his mouth for a moment. "Besides, I heard you guys did one helluva a job on Arcsidian VII during that Wraith evac."

WES: Wes looked at Hobbie as he sipped him lum. Poor Dana had no idea his drink was running 200 creds a glass, and he was on his second one already. "Was I around for that one?"

WEDGE: Before Hobbie could answer Wedge laughed think Wes was joking around as he had before Wedge had retired. "I'd say you were there alright. You and Fel nearly downed an entire platoon of tanks and sams. And Hobbie here nearly single handedly held off an entire squadron of fighters. Nearly ended floating in space too. I heard something to the effect of being sealed into his cockpit." A smile played across his face then quickly faded. "Wish I could have been there."

HOBBIE: "Oh, *that* mission," Hobbie shook his head. "Sorry... I always seem to equate it with flying ewoks and burger-men," He eyed his best friend. Then he shrugged at Wedge. "Canopy was slagged shut." he admitted. "You know, it's never too late to come back," he needled.

WEDGE: "Well I am back, just not sure in what capacity yet. That's up to high command." He hoped they'd place him close to the action. "I heard maybe an chief advisor to a few fighter wings, but who knows? I doubt they'll let me fly again. Something probably has to go seriously wrong with the New Republic before they put an old man like me back into a fighter. But in any case I shouldn't be too far away to come to the rescue."

HOBBIE: Hobbie sniffed, "If you're an old man, what's that make *us*?" He spun his mostly empty glass slightly on the table. "You don't think they're gonna ground us, do you?" he said quietly - a note of worry in his voice. He knew he and wes were kind of Old Crowd - but he REALLY didn't want to be stuck behind a desk ALL the time... Ever.

WEDGE: "No, not yet at least," he said "Even though the Empire has all but lost the war there is still a lot of hurt feelings between systems, and the New Republic still needs its symbols of heroism and unity. Rogue Squadron is just that and it wouldn't be the same if all the heroes from Hoth and Endor were gone." He downed the last few sips of his drink and set the glass gently on the table. "I'd say you two get to go out on your own terms."

HOBBIE: An idea formed. "What about STAYING on our own terms?" hobbie asked slowly, even as the idea continued its formation.

WES: Wes looked up from his glass, wondering just what Hobbie was thinking. Cause Hobbie, thinking... the words "we're doomed" just flew through his head.

MYN: Myn walked up to the bar and grinned, "I suspect that unless you retire the New Republic would have a hard time moving you away from the sqaudron. So while you'll be doomed, you'll be doomed with us."

WEDGE: Wedge tossed Myn a welcome salute and a smile. He hadn't saw the fellow Corellian in quite awhile. He then turned to Hobbie, "Yeah I think he's right. I think they'd have a hard time with moving you elsewhere, however they'd have an even harder time with you leaving altogether. Again all that political and symbolism junk." He shrugged, "So as far as staying on your own terms I'd say that's doable also. Why? What's up?"

HOBBIE: "Well, I could threaten to leave and take the Rogues with me unless they let you back into the cockpit too," Hobbie almost grinned. Because, well, thinking about things OTHER than the funeral tomorrow was a good thing right now.

WEDGE: "Well, lets take a wait and see approach." He ran his finger along the rim of his glass as he spoke. "Besides, it's been 3 years since my last combat sortie. I'm not even sure if I can still fly up to Rogue Squadron standards anymore." The smile returned to his face and his posture changed. "But right now I want to know what the Rogues have been up to. And please spare no detail, I've been spending all my time changing babies I need a break."

HOBBIE: "Ah, well speaking of babies," Hobbie put an arm over Wes's shoulder. "Wes here's the father of my son... wait, that.. came out atrociously wrong."

WEDGE: Wedge raised his eyebrow a little bit confused, also not knowing which pilot to congratulate. "That's ...great," he said looking at both men. He didn't know if he should ask more or if it was a touchy subject, so he decided to just vector away from it and reached around the bar to grab a bottle of aged Corellian whiskey. He poured just a few sips into his own glass, knowing it was potent stuff, and then the glasses of his friends. "To the next generation, and to you pilots out there fighting the good fight for them," he said as he raised his glass.

WES: Wes would have replied, but really didn't want to get into the subject. Not like the fact he had a child upset him... he just couldn't let himself get attached. He just nodded to Wedge's words and finished his drink, waving the bartender over to refill it.

HOBBIE: Hobbie raised his glass, "to all of us, even the ones who don't fly anymore," he nodded and knocked back the whisky, coughing slightly.