to interfere in the internal politics of a world, because that would frighten off potential member states from joining the New Republic."
"It might even convince some others to leave and break the New Republic apart." Borsk Fey'lya glanced at Corran Horn. "You might as well accept the Jedi's offer because your unit can do nothing on Thyferra. Rogue Squadron has other duties now."
Corran arched an eyebrow at the Bothan. "Okay, I quit."
The fur on the back of Fey'lya's neck rose like a rocket. "You cannot. Antilles, talk sense into him."
Wedge snorted. "l've heard sense, and it's coming from him." Fey'lya's tone of voice had told Wedge there was no way he could advance the Vratix case before the Council. The Vratix were the backbone of the Ashern, the native inde-pendence movement on Thyferra and Isard's only opposi-tion. His proposing that the Provisional Council back the Vratix and their claims to self-determination would meet with equal enthusiasm as any other idea about interfering with Thyferran internal politics. I promised Qlaern I'd do what I could for its people, but the New Republic is prevent-ing me from keeping that promise.
Wedge rubbed a hand along his jaw. "I joined this Re-bellion to fight the Empire's tyranny. Just because we have Coruscant doesn't mean it's ended. The New Republic might not be able to strike at Thyferra, but there are Rebels around who can." He smiled. "I quit, too."
Borsk Fey'lya turned to his left. "It would appear, Cap-tain Celchu, that Rogue Squadron is now your command."
"I don't think so." Tycho shook his head. "It's been a long time since I've been a civillian. I'm out as well."
Corran's Gand wingman rested a hand on Corran's shoulder. "Ooryl resigns."
"Nawara and I are out," Rhysati Ynr chimed in.