Wedge: Sithspit! What's that?
Janson: That's the sun Wedge. It's after dawn
Wedge: Well, it offends me. Turn it off
Janson: It's a 130, 140 million klicks from here
Wedge: Go up in your X-Wing and shoot it down for me
~Starfighters of Adumar
"We're going to try to subvert an Imperial admiral"
"Oh," Hobbie said. "Something easy. While you're doing that why don't Wes and I smuggle ourselves onboard Agonizer and destroy her with thrown rocks."
Wedge gave him a grin. "With the right tools-say, a hundred thousand ewoks and a month to prepare, you could probably do that. In the meantime, we have the right tools to subvert our Imperial admiral."
"What tools?"
"Oh, Wes's maturity, your optimism and my diplomatic skills."
Hobbie buried his face in his hands. "We're doomed."
~Starfighters of Adumar
"This is not the end. Two years ago, the Yuuzhan Vong entered our galaxy. They came not as friends and equals, though we would gladly have welcomed them as such, but as thieves and conquerors. They saw a galaxy at peace and mistook the strength of our convictions for frailty of arms, the wisdom of compromise for the timidity of cowards. They attacked without provocation or mercy, slaying billions of our citizens, enslaving entire worlds, and sacrificing millions of beings to appease the bloodlust of their imaginary gods. They believed we would be easily defeated, because they believed we would yield without a fight.
They were wrong. We have fought at Dubrillion, Ithor, the Black Bantha, Borleias, and Corellia-we have fought them every leg of the way from the Outer Rim into the Core. We have lost untold numbers of loved ones, my own son Anakin and my husband's dear friend Chewbacca among them, and now we are battling in the skies over Coruscant itself. We are still fighting.
Soon, the enemy will be on our rooftops, in our homes, roaming the dark underlayers of our city. To those able to evacuate and to those trapped behind, I say the same thing I would tell my twins-were I able to reach them behind enemy lines: Keep fighting.
This is not the end. Twice already, Jedi-led forces have decimated Yuuzhan Vong fleets, and we enter each new battle with new weapons and better tactics. We have prevailed against countless ruthless enemies before, against Palpatine, against Thrawn, against the Ssi-ruuk. This is a war we know how to win. Keep fighting until you can fight no longer, then exhaust the enemy chasing you, and turn and fight some more. Keep fighting. I promise you, we will prevail."
~Star By Star
Ganner sighed "So, yes I'll have a scar, and it will be good. The old Ganner, he had a perfect face over a perfectly arrorgant attitude. Not so anymore. Every time I look in a mirror I'll be reminded he died on Garqi, and I'm here in his place."
Hobbie:
There are three kinds of dress clothing.
The kind that offends the wearer.
The kind that offends the viewer.
The kind that offends everybody.
I'm opting for the third choice. Fair is fair.
~Starfighters of Adumar
"I'm coming back to Rogue Squadron," said Janson. "That was the deal."
"Wes, the Wraiths don't want you anyway."
"That's right," Elassar said. "He's unlucky."
Dia said, "I hate how serious he is all the time."
Runt said, "We don't like how he chews his food."
Shalla said, "But we'll miss his rear end."
~Solo Command
Corran: "I thought Commander Antilles was in that TIE. I mean it had to be someone as good as him to get you three"
Nawara: "Apparently he is that good"
Rhysati: "He flew circles around me"
Ooryl: "At least you saw him. He caught Ooryl as Ooryl fixed on his wingman. Ooryl is free hydrogen in simspace. That man is very good."
Corran: "Sure, but who is he?"
Rhysati: "What difference does it make who he is?"
Corran: "Rhys, he shot up three of our best pilots, had me dead in space, and he says he's a bit RUSTY!"
~Rogue Squadron
Wes Janson: "You can't look dignified when you're having fun."
(LATER)
Myn Donos: "And remember what a very wise man once told me. You can't look dignified when you're having fun."
Janson: "If I knew who that wise man was, I'd shoot him."
~Solo Command
Wes Janson:
"If you're not having fun, you're not enjoying your life. If you're not enjoying your life, why even bother being alive? If I wait until some imaginary distant point in my life to start enjoying it, I'll be dead before I get there. But if I get killed tomorrow, at least I can be pretty sure that I enjoyed myself more than whoever's killing me."
~Solo Command
"With a single, fluid move, Janson sat upright, spun ninety degrees to his right, and set his heels on the floor. "Sure," he said. "It's simple. You're dead, I'm not. Let me demonstrate." He stood up on his bed, then began bouncing up and down. "Did you ever do this when you were a kid?"
"Of course."
"Did you ever do it as a grown-up?"
"Of course not."
"You say 'of course' a lot and it's always wrong. Tell me, Myn. How do I look?"
"Well, stupid."
"Exactly!" With an exuberant bound, Janson leaped off his cot, smacked his head on the ceiling, and swore as he landed on the floor again. He rubbed his head and glared at the treacherous ceiling. "When was the last time you looked stupid?"
(...)Donos shakes his head. "I'm asking career advice from a nine-year-old."
~Solo Command
"Let's get started. Who's first?"
"His name is Kettch, and he's an Ewok."
Wedge came upright. "No."
"Oh, yes. Determined to fight. You should hear him say, 'Yub, yub.' He makes it a battle cry."
"Wes, assuming he could be educated up to Alliance fighter-pilot standards, an Ewok couldn't even reach an X-wing's controls."
"He wears arm and leg extensions, prosthetics built for him by a sympathetic medical droid. And he's anxious to go, Commander."
"Please tell me you're kidding."
"Of course I'm kidding."
(...) "I'm going to get you, Janson."
"Yub, yub, Commander."
~Wraith Squadron
He had no wisecracks to offer now. He could only offer one of his other skills, one that might make him unfit for a normal life when this war was finally done. The skill that made him proficient at killing people.
(about Wes) ~Solo Command~
"He might even save a man whose warlike skills and impulses would not translate well to civilian life."
(Wedge thinking about Myn) ~Solo Command~
Lando:
Listen to me, bantha fodder, I blew up a Death Star before you were born. In twenty seconds I can conclude a conversation with General Antilles, who blew up that Death Star with me, and I'll be General Calrissian again, and you'll spend the rest of your military career cleaning the refeshers on Kessel. Or you can dig. Which is it?
~Rebel Dream
Tycho to Wedge: Well I can be them probably as well as I can be you. And, of course, you can be you better than I can be you. But, if you're them and I'm you, everyone is thinking outside the box.
Wedge: Good point.
Lando: I'm really lost.
~Rebel Dream
Luke: I'm proposing that it's time for a new Rebel Alliance. Something that's unbounded by the traditions and the shortsighted thinking of the current government of the New Republiic. Something different.
Booster: That's treason. I like it.
~Rebel Dream
"Pretty, what are we going to blow up first?" Donos said.
Wedge, ahead of him in the pilots chair, turned to glance at him. "Write that down," he said. "That ought to be the Wraith Squadron slogan."
Han - So, what do you do around here for entertainment?
Wedge - Nothing. There are no women assigned to Folor Base. Because of the general's philosophical beliefs, there's no alchohol, no gambling, and we can't watch broadcasts from Commenor. This has led to a rather high suicide rate, but there's no getting around that. We do have some holorecordings of Coruscant diplomatic functions, if you'd like to see them.
Han wore an expression of growing horror, then it became pure outrage. He pointed his finger at Wedge as though it were a blaster barrel. "You--you--"
~Wraith Squadron
Wedge drew his blaster and shoved it, spinning, to the center of the conference table. "Anyone need a blaster? That's mine. I'm willing to put it out there because there's no one in this room I'd hesitate to give it to, or put my life in the hands of. For the time being, don't bring in anyone you wouldn't trust your life to, or your children's lives..."
~Rebel Dream
"Ooh," Hobbie said. "I volunteer. I want that. Let me do that. Please." Though his expression was, as usual, somber, he was practically hopping from foot to foo in his excitement.
Wedge- "Have you ever seen behavior like this?"
Tycho- "Only when he really, really has to run to the refresher. Hobbie, why?"
Hobbie- Because I am sick of it. I'm sick to death of 'Hellos, I'm so-and-so and I've killed this many enemies, and I challenge you, and we bow and go by the rules and say cute things to one another, and isn't it nice that we're all dead now?' Tycho, I want to SHOOT something. I want to blow something up. No apologies. No advance warning. Just lethal efficiency. Before frustration KILLS me."
Tycho- "More words than he's strung together at once since I've known him. All right, Hobbie, you'll be incharge of the advance squadron for lead group."
Janson- "I don't think he's entirely sane right now, I'd better stay with him."
Wedge- "Good idea."
~Starfighters of Adumar
Wedge: You are elite pilots and you are more than just that, but no matter who you are, or how good you are, you'll never be considered as good as Biggs or Porkins or anyone else who has died in service to Rouge Squadron. They are legends, this unit is a legend, and none of us are ever going to be able to be more then they are.
~Rogue Squadron
