Miscellaneous Missions - A Star Wars Spinoff Series

Mission Log #11

Mission Log #11

Location: In orbit, somewhere in the Outer Rim

Operative: Cmdr. Jaycob Flesio

Squad: Unassigned

Year: 34 ABY (Months after the Battle of Crait)

"Hey Jay, welcome back!"

Jessika exclaimed, ecstatic to see her best friend again. Pulling her into a hug, Jaycob was happy to see her too.

"Thanks Jess, how is everything?"

"Oh it's fine. I've managed to keep myself busy in this big piece of junk we call our base."

"Yeah yeah very funny, but it's all we got for now."

"Hey man, I never said I didn't like it."

She reassured him, shrugging her shoulders. The "mobile-headquarters" was originally Poe's idea, thinking that it'd be harder for the First Order to track a cruiser than a planet. Sliding his helmet off, Jaycob threw his gloves into his loaned RZ-2 A-Wing cockpit and slid the canopy shut. Keeping stride with Jessika, they walked toward the pilots' quarters.

"Soooooo? How was your 'personal trip'?"

She asked.

"It was...good. I'm glad I got to see it."

"The farm? The A-Wing? The fields? Which one?"

"All of it, you know? I...I miss her."

"Well, I'm just glad you got to get some sense of closure. Especially since she's your wiiiife."

She teased, lightly elbowing him. Jaycob had to bite his lip to prevent him from smiling.

"Closure? I don't think so. My 'closure' will be when I finally kill Kylo Ren and jettison his body into the cold dark of space. Just like what he did to his own mother."

Jessika sighed.

"I think we have a lot of time left before we'll get that shot."

"Too much time."

"Right. Well I'll tell you what, you go into your quarters, freshen up, and we'll go get some food. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Great, see you soon, Hotshot."

Jessika left down the corridor, letting Jaycob enter his room in silence. The only thing he really wanted to do right now was sleep. Falling face first into bed, Jaycob thought to himself,

A couple minutes won't hurt.

(-)

Jaycob awoke to the sound of his wrist computer beeping, which was weird since he didn't set an alarm. Drowsily opening his eyes, he rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Swinging his legs back to the ground, he stretched his arms and let one final yawn fill the room. Opening the cover flap, Jaycob disabled the alarm, taking one long look at the new photo of his late wife.