This story is not set in any specific timeframe but the Yuuzhan Vong war never happened, and neither did that stuff with Jacen. I guess that makes this story sort of AU. Note: Where it says '...years later' at the beginning of a chapter (and only at the beginning of a chapter), it means years after the first chapter. Not years after the previous chapter. Otherwise the timeline would be screwed up.

Disclaimer: Don t own the characters. Cept for Seiko and the other OC s. And Solmrulrii, Varvia and Shadow Squadron. All hail to George Lucas for the rest.

Shadow Squadron

Shadow One/Leader: Seiko Janson 'Great One'Human

Shadow Two: Evaril Khim 'Bogey' Human

Shadow Three: Elyntra Glaeril 'Blaze' Miraluka

Shadow Four: Rabiran Ontarr 'Crashy' Nikto

Shadow Five: Menia Koinen 'Ghost' Human

Shadow Six: Eldan Ontarr 'Speedy' Nikto

Shadow Seven: Thalliope Mymbac 'Boss' Human

Shadow Eight: Tesin Malus 'Sneaky' Human

Shadow Nine: Solana Indarn 'Freeze' Human

Shadow Ten: Charinloopa 'Chaos' Wookiee

Shadow Eleven: Senalda Thundarr 'Lightning' Human

Shadow Twelve: Taru Val 'Stretch' Teevan

Chapter 1: Criminals, Dinner Dates, and Ice Cubes

Planet: Varvia

The woman crouched in the alleyway, waiting for the signal to move in. Her comlink vibrated, and she picked it up. "Kiana Ferale speaking. Whoever you are, you have nasty timing."

"Sorry 'bout that. Just wanted to know when you wanted to meet me tomorrow."

"Wes Janson. Figures. Why are you here and why in the name of Releu are you calling me at this hour?"

"Just wanted to catch up, talk about old times. I heard about what happened to T'klur. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Kiana swallowed back her tears. T'klur was a old friend of hers. He had taken her in when nobody had wanted her, when everybody thought she was completely useless. Gangsters had killed him when he had refused to be part of their protection racket. The gangsters had their headquarters in a club. The same club she was waiting outside. "What made you come to Varvia?"

"Business. We're here to show off our flying skills, sign a few papers, that sort of thing. But I'd thought I'd drop by and see you."
Kiana snorted. "Knowing you, it's more like: you take me to dinner, reminisce about old times, escort me to my house, and then stay for the night. 7 o'clock tomorrow evening sound alright?" Janson was an old flame of hers. And still cheeky as all hell she thought.

Meet you then. Still living in the same house? A small green light winked into existence on her wristband. Yeah, sure. Gotta go now. See ya tomorrow."

"Bye." Kiana sighed. Time to move. She climbed up the wall and onto the roof. Through the skylight she could see five people seated around a table. Those five people were thieves, con artists and extortionists. Kiana was here to make sure they didn't hurt any more people. Like T'klur. Grief nearly overwhelmed her, but she shoved her sadness away and locked it in a small box in the back of her mind, willing it to stay there for the duration of her job.

The next day, Kiana slept in late. It was nearly 6:30 before she remembered that Wes was coming to pick her up for dinner, she hurriedly showered and got dressed. By the time Wes arrived, she was finished. "Ready to go?" he asked with a cheeky grin on his face as his gaze swept up and down her body.

"Yes. Where are we going?" Kiana put on her smile.

"Have you ever heard of Filmaerin?"

"Yyyesss. A exclusive restaurant. Are we going there for dinner?"

"Yep. Just you and me, no interruptions. The guys are either with their families or drowning their sorrows, so we'll be all alone."
"Cheeky. What about after that?" Kiana asked. She knew perfectly well what would come after dinner, and she knew that Wes knew she knew.

Kiana stretched her arms and looked at Wes. He had a peaceful face when he was sleeping. Unfortunately for Wes, Kiana decided to interrupt that peace. She had places to be and Kiana wasn't stupid enough to leave Wes alone in her house. Force only knew how many practical jokes he had played on her. She grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "Wakey wakey Wes. Have a nice sleep?"

"Go 'way Wedge. Me sleeping." Wes mumbled.

Kiana frowned. Obviously he needed some more incentive. "Wes Janson. If you don't get up, I'll dump some ice on you! Now up!"
His response: Roll over and start snoring.

Kiana walked down to the kitchen, grabbed a tray of ice cubes from the freezer, and promptly dumped the ice over Wes' body. As she put the tray in the sink Kiana heard a yell from the bedroom and grinned.

"What did you do that for?" Wes appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Revenge. I've been around you too long, Wes Janson. And I'm not silly enough to leave you alone here."