ArdenLynn_1980
There is no quiet after Hoth.
Only momentum.
As the Rebel Alliance presses its advantage against a wounded Empire, Rogue Squadron is pulled into a relentless campaign-strikes, distractions, and losses piling up as the search for Han Solo stretches on, always just out of reach. Victory comes more often now, but it never comes clean.
Arden Lynn and Wedge Antilles move at the center of it all-planning, flying, surviving-closer with every mission they're not supposed to survive. They allow themselves more honesty, more emotion, even as they continue to draw the line they refuse to cross. Waiting feels responsible. Waiting also feels dangerous.
When Dash Rendar reenters the picture, charming and unafraid to flirt, Wedge is forced to confront a truth he's been avoiding: restraint doesn't preserve things forever. Some chances don't wait.
From desperate distractions over Gall to betrayals uncovered, Black Sun clashes, and the theft of a single shuttle that will change the course of the war, the Rebels gain ground-even as the cost sharpens.
By the time the fleet begins to gather, nothing is resolved.
Everything is in motion.
Not hope.
Not despair.
Readiness.