Commander Antilles stood at attention, staring at the coffins that lined the Hanger Deck, each casket draped with a flag bearing the Rogue Squadron crest.

Seven of my pilots, dead...

Next to him were Tycho, Hobby, Wes and Biggs, each dressed in their white dress uniform jackets with black armbands on the right sleeve. They were flanked by the Independance's Deck Crew on the left and the survivors of Two Commando Unit on the right. Wedge felt his throat tighten as the Last Post was played and, one by one, the Deck Officer used the tractor beam to guide the caskets through the magshield and into space...

'...Wedge?'

'Hmmm?' Wedge said, snapping out of his thoughts when he heard Tycho's voice and he looked around. He and Tycho, along with Biggs, Hobby and Wes, were seated at a table at the back of the dingy cantina with a bottle of Corellian Whisky on the table.

'Wedge, Lieutenant Page is here...' Tycho said and Wedge looked up to see the Commando dressed in his dark grey fatigues standing at attention in front of the table.

'Lieutenant...' Wedge said, coming to his feet and Page stiffened.

'Sir...I wanted to express my sympathies for the lost of your pilots. I...' He hesitated and Wedge picked up the bottle of whisky, pouring a glass and sliding it over to him.

'Sit down, Page.' He said, dropping back into his seat.

'...yes, sir.' Page said, sitting ramrod straight on the edge of the curved couch, picking up the glass and downing it in one go. 'Sir, I can't begin to express how sorry...If you hadn't done what you did, none of my commandos would have made it back alive. I'm...sorry the price had to be so high...'

'Thank you...' Wedge said, taking a sip of his own whisky, fighting against the lump in his throat. 'What...what will you do, now?'

'I...my squad ships out at 0900 hours tomorrow, sir. The job goes on...'

'Yes...yes, it does...'

'If you don't mind me asking, sir, what will happen to Rogue Squadron?'

'We've...been stood down as a fighter squadron. Officially, at least. For the time being, we'll be operating semi-independently as an insurgent and covert operations force...'

Wedge stopped as he comlink beeped and he pulled it out.

'Commander Antilles...yes...I'm on my way...' He said, tucking the comlink back into his pocket and getting to his feet.

'That was Admiral Ackbar's office. He wants to see me. Report to the Hanger Deck in an hour...'