Tycho awoke with a start and sat up abruptly in the bunk. Sweat poured from his forehead and stung at his eyes. He wiped his eyes and strained to focus. The nightmare had left him disoriented but he soon recognized the small confines of the Shuttle's crew cabin even in the dark. As the realization came, his breathing slowed and he sat quietly to calm his rapid pulse.

The nightmares were coming with more frequency now. They had started within a few days of his departure and were pretty speratic, Each time the visions came he could remember more and more. The one thing he could remember from every nightmare horrified him. He, alone, standing silent witness over the bodies of his fellow Rogues. Only this time, he felt someone watching over his shoulder in the nightmare. Not an evil presence but a presence of goodness. A presence that he had felt before but just could not place.

Tycho stood slowly and got dressed. Fragments of the visions still danced about in his head. He donned his boots and stepped out into the small corridor of the Lambda Class Shuttle. He slowly made his way to the cockpit where his little droid kept vigilant watch over the ship's operations as it traversed the void of Hyper Space. Ugh turned his dome towards Tycho as the pilot sat himself down in the flight seat and beeped a greeting. Tycho just patted the droid lightly on the head. He closed his eyes and tried to see if he could catch a few more fleeting moments of sleep in the Shuttle's cockpit. Soon after sleep took Tycho again, the nightmare returned.

A young girl sat in a cramped cell. He could not make out the face but Tycho, who was only present in vision, felt a sense of familiarity about her. Tycho knew not where the scene was taking place, only that it seemed close. The scene then shifted to a large city, sounds of music, eerily distorted in the dreamscape, drifted towards his ears. Then, blaster fire erupted from a colorfully decorated building and Tycho swore he could see one if not two of his friends run for their life returning fire, only to be downed by blaster bolts from the roof tops of neighboring buildings. The scene shifted back to the cell. Tycho only saw the back of a man as he came in behind the girl, leveled a blaster at her head, and fired. Tycho could almost smell the resulting odor and it made him sick. He willed himself to try for the gunman, but he was only an observer to the scene before him. The vision wavered and the scene shifted once more to space. A lone X-Wing defending itself against two or three squadrons of TIE fighters. The X-Wing pilot fought bravely and defiantly. Many a TIE fighter succumbed to it's guns, but it was not enough. Tycho never saw it coming or where the shot came from but the X-Wing exploded in a ghastly cloud of debris and burning gases. Then, as suddenly as it began, the scene sifted one last time. Now he was on Hoth, this much he knew. He was there in body, he could feel the cold. The isolation and the loneliness. Before him on the ground lay the bodies of his fellow Rogues and the Wraiths. They lay there in their flight suits in a single row. He could not move, only watch as a snow storm kicked up and the bodies began to disappear from view as they were covered by snow. Then the storm stopped. Tycho could move. He did the same thing he always did in this nightmare, he began digging through the snow with his bare hands at a fevered pace trying to unearth his friends, the more he dug the colder he became. He could not find anything. His digging slowed however as he began to feel someone was watching over his shoulder. He could feel a sense of peace from whoever stood behind him. As much as he willed himself to turn, he could not. Then, a hand fell lightly upon his shoulder. The warmth comforted him and he heard a familiar voice from behind him speak his name. "Tycho..."

Tycho awoke violently with Ugh beeping at him. He focused on the droid then on the cockpit window as the stars streaked to return to pinpoints of light. Tycho glanced down at the Hyperspace Counter which had indeed reached zero. Ugh turned over flight controls and Tycho oriented the shuttle on it's entry vector. The Corellian star system filled the view of the Shuttle's cockpit window. The planets loomed large as system traffic darted like tiny fish between them. Tycho punched in the new heading and sent the proper clearance codes to Corellian Traffic Control. Why he was changing destination he did not know, he only knew that something told him to.

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