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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.� |
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