A/N: A response to a challenge fic exchange with Caelestis Kibeth, go check out her hilarious fic Course Diversion.

Caelestis challenged me to write a 300-500 word fic (clocked in at 535, sorry) featuring the following three items:

-a curiously-placed hydrospanner

-trouble with authorities

-the color chartreuse.

The following shenanigans ensued:

Fifty Shades of Janson

"This is so embarrassing."

Syal glanced sidelong at Jysella, and then stared sullenly through the force field of the holding cell to where their fathers were immersed in conversation with the shift commander. "Pretty much the worst," she concurred with a sigh.

"Drunk."

"Brawling."

"Arrested."

"By Coruscant Security Forces, no less," Syal let out a derisive huff. "That's embarrassing for our fathers."

"And our families."

"And the fleet."

Jysella pulled herself wearily to her feet and held out a hand for her longtime friend, "C'mon," she nodded to the trio on the other side of the barrier. "Looks like they're about done."

Wedge offered a tight grimace to his daughter and her friend; Corran's jaw was set in such a way that Jysella could tell he was trying very hard to restrain himself.

"Girls," Wedge watched impatiently as the shift commander input the wrong authorization code to deactivate the holding cell, and then began to type the lengthy combination in again. "There's a very important lesson for you to get out of this situation."

The effort to avoid rolling her eyes was almost too much for Syal. "What? Never go out drinking with- -" She frowned as the shimmering field dissipated before her eyes and she could better see across the cell. "What's wrong with Janson?"

"He's fine," Corran grunted, stepping through the containment area to freedom. "He just needs to sleep it off."

"He's very... yellow," Jysella frowned.

Syal cocked her head to one side. "Aureolin."

"Tatooinian sunrise."

Wedge held up a hand for silence. "He got a stun baton to the gut."

"And we're just going to leave him here?"

Corran blinked down at his daughter, and then at Wedge. "Yes," they answered succinctly.

"So this is his fault, I take it?"

Corran's scowl deepened. "Wedge had the officer on the scene almost convinced not to arrest upstanding war heroes like ourselves, before Tycho and Hobbie lost their grip on him and… well, you know what Wes is like."

"Mouthy?" Syal offered.

"Belligerent?" Jysella suggested.

"Tactless?"

"Let's just say the exchange ended with his firm suggestion that the officer shove a hydrospanner up his-"

"Wedge Antilles!"

Wedge's mouth snapped shut as they stepped through to the lobby. "Iella," he acknowledged cautiously. "You're… here."

"You got arrested and called your daughter to come get you?"

"I, ah…" his gaze drifted to a row of seats by the door. Sitting side-by-side were Hobbie, Mirax, and Tycho, who were all watching the proceedings keenly while sharing a bag of crispics. Winter stood against the wall, arms crossed, amusement flickering across her face. "Right."

The commander entered the lobby behind Jysella and scowled at the gathering. "Take it somewhere else, folks. Home, preferably."

The trio by the door stood, but before they could make it outside, Syal started. "Oh! Winter, come here, I need your help with something." Ignoring the commander's spluttered objections, she pulled her back through to the holding area. When they emerged half a minute later, Winter was deep in thought.

"Wha-?" Tycho started to ask, but his wife motioned for quiet.

After ten seconds of careful consideration, she snapped her fingers and looked triumphantly at Syal and Jysella. "Chartreuse. Janson is chartreuse."