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"They're twins?" Wedge asked incredulously. "Was that why Luke was so hung up on the Princess all this time?"
"No, I still think that was just that she was the first woman he saw after he left Tatooine." Tycho replied. "You remember how weird Biggs was about that trainer at the Academy.'
Wedge rolled his eyes, "I remember how much you teased him about her anyway. Some of us learned to fly the old fashioned way and didn't need fancy Imperial training." He thought for a moment. "You know, I've never slept with twins before..."
Tycho burst out laughing. "Even if she wasn't gone on General Solo, there's no way you stand a chance with Princess Organa."
"Well, that's just rude. Also factually untrue. If she can fall for one devilishly handsome Correllian smuggler and pilot, she can fall for another. The blood stripe can't be what won her over."
Tycho made a face at the apt description of his Princess's chosen consort and what the news agencies back home would have had to say about it and stood, deciding retreat was the only option. "Stick with Luke, I'm getting another round."
Wedge's laughter followed him across the makeshift bar.