Nomi Darklighter's War Diary -Chapter 1-
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The former smuggler Nomi Darklighter fights the Empire.

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except Nomi Darklighter, Dash Rendar jr., Biggs Rendar, Corran Rendar, Tasherit Rendar, Tarik, Gista Topol, Jarres Jar & R2 unit Fuzzy ©NomiDarklighter

Nomi Darklighter's War Diary -Chapter 1-

Somewhere in the Outer Rim

It was calm in our sector of the Outer Rim. Too calm for my taste to be honest. I had a bad feeling. Tarik was bored.

"I don't know, Nomi, when we were smugglers there was more fun and adventure in our lives."

I shrugged. "It wasn't about fun and adventure that I've joined the Alliance. Must I remind you, that it was your own decision to pledge your allegiance to the cause?"

Tarik frowned. "I thought they would make us X-wing pilots. And now we're serving on this damn gunship at the turbolasers."

Since the Alliance was forced to abandon the base on Yavin 4 we were on the run. Searching for a new place for a base throughout the galaxy. But it wasn't easy.

Whenever we thought that we've found a safe place, the Empire discovered us. And every time it cost us comrades and material. We were clearly outnumbered.

If it wasn't for the bravery and determination of our fighters there wouldn't be any hope for the galaxy to get rid of the Imperial yoke.

Then out of the sudden the alarm sounded.

A voice over intercom: "We're under attack! Man the turbolasers!"

Tarik and me were heading for our stations at the turbolasers. We were firing at the oncoming Imperial capitol ships, while the X-wings escorting us engaged the TIEs.

The Dantooine shuddered under the hits she took.

Then the shields were failing and our turbolaser battery was hit and exploded.

When I woke up, I found myself hanging in a bacta tank. I've survived, but it seemed that I was severe wounded. Nobody wasted bacta on a merely scratch.

I've lost track of time and I couldn't remember how often they took me in the tank.

One day a young dark haired man was sitting at my bed and looked at me. "So you are the woman who's assigned to my squadron? I'm Commander Wedge Antilles. We're in desperate need of pilots."

I looked at the Commander. "You want me to fly in your squadron, Commander?"

He smiled at me. "If you have only half the talent of your late cousin... yes. But first you must heal, Lieutenant Darklighter." Then he stood up and left the room.

I looked after him and couldn't believe that my dream came finally true.

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