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A while later, the Yellow Aces had landed back at base, and Andrew found Wes slumped over on a couch.

�Wes! Are you okay?� Andrew asked.

�My first kill.� Wes mumbled.

�What?�

�Doran was my first kill.�

Andrew felt ice drop into his stomach. �How? Why?�

Wes explained how he and Porkins chased Doran across the terrain, trying to get him to come back. Porkins eventually ordered Wes to shoot Kissek down.

�I can�t believe it. I never thought that this would happen, Andrew.� Wes said.

�It�s okay. You were only following orders.� Andrew replied. �It�s okay.�

Colonel Winters came walking up to them. �I need to speak to you.�

�Sure, Colonel. What is it?� Andrew asked.

�You and Porkins are being transferred to Yavin. Wes would be going, but right now he�s not fit to go. The doctor said he has contracted Hesken Fever, and he will be sent out as soon as he has recovered.�

�I understand, sir.� Andrew replied. �When are we shipping out?�

�Tomorrow. Pack your bags, Lieutenant. And Wes, get to the hospital wing.�

�I�ll take him down, sir.�

�Fine. Just get packed up and out of here tomorrow, all right?�

�Understood, sir.�
To Be Continued...
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