The young woman cautiously edged closer to where Brodey was seated, moving only a step at a time with her lightsaber up for protection. "Are. . .are you all right?"

Hot tears of shame burned in his eyes as he continued to hide his face in his hands. The horrific reality of his situation was setting in, causing his head to buzz and his stomach to churn. Now, more than ever, he was a complete and utter failure.

"This night just keeps on getting weirder," Wes muttered to Hobbie as he shook his head and turned back around to order another drink. He was slightly disappointed to find the bartender absent. "And the service just keeps on getting crappier."

Solo's daughter finally crept within reach of the tall and curious stranger. She reached out with great apprehension and tapped him a couple times on the forearm before leaping backward in defense. Brodey poked his head up slightly, his shockingly blue eyes glistening, and stared quizzically at her.

"You dropped this."

Brodey eyed the weapon she'd extended to him. "Thanks," He muttered as he grabbed it from her and placed it on the table. He then sighed raggedly, slumping down in his seat and running a hand through his sweat streaked hair.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, pulling up a chair across from where he sat.
Brodey shook his head furiously. "Water," He croaked.

"Barkeep!" Jaina shouted. "Get this man some water."

The bartender, who had been betting on the outcome of the fight, was so shocked by the insistent tone of her voice that he dropped the credits he'd been holding and raced behind the bar. A few of his fellow gamblers tried their best to take advantage of the situation before they realized there was a jedi present and guiltily returned the credits to their rightful owner.

A waiter droid brought the glass of what could supposedly pass for drinkable water on this planet over and Solo's daughter took it and handed it to Brodey. He wrinkled his nose at the high chemical content before downing the entire glass in one gulp. The automatic retch that followed informed him that maybe caf would have been a better choice.

"Thank you," He gasped, finally looking her directly in the eye.

The young woman still wore a baffled expression as she looked upon him. "Why did you stop fighting all of a sudden?"

"Conscience crept up on me," He answered cryptically.

"Aha, I see," She said skeptically. "What was it that triggered this attack of conscience?"

"He said your name was Solo," Brodey answered dryly. "A guy named Solo got me into the Rogues and when the name was mentioned I immediately thought of him. A little too late, I might add."

"There's only one man named Solo that has that type of connections, and he's my father," She replied and Brodey's suspicions were proved correct. "My name's Jaina, by the way."

"I figured you were his daughter," Brodey replied, extending his hand. "You look a lot like him."

"Really? That's strange. I always get compared to my mother," She laughed, grasping his hand in a firm shake. "So you must be the guy who shot all those coralskippers off my father's back near Endor. I've heard a lot about you."

A slight twitch of her face and ripple in the force informed him of the conflicting emotions Jaina was experiencing. He couldn't blame her. On one hand she was sitting across from the vicious dark jedi that had assaulted Kyp, insulted her, and challenged her to a duel that most certainly would have been to the death if Wes hadn't said something. On the other hand, she noted, this young man sitting before her was the reason she still had a father. She didn't know whether to slap him or hug him. She knew one thing for certain. She would never again blindly trust her father's ability to judge character.

"Listen," He began. "What I did to you and to Kyp was wrong. I acted like a jerk and I'm sorry."

"I'll accept that," She said sternly. "What I can't accept is your intent to do great physical harm to me. You were going to kill me, weren't you?"

Brodey nodded slowly. "I lost control and was overcome by the dark side."

"You obviously have quite a history, don't you?" She asked scornfully. "I'm amazed that the mention of my father's name brought you to a halt."

"Han's important to me."

"He is to me too," She snapped and then pointed to Kyp. "Same with this jerk over there. Don't think I don't realize how infuriating he can be. You just need to learn to deal with him."

"Who says I need to learn to deal with him at all?" Brodey hissed indignantly.

"Calm down, I was being general with that statement," Jaina said seriously, placing a calming hand on his arm. On the floor Kyp began to stir, as if in unconsciousness he somehow knew they were talking about him. Jaina glanced over at him and smiled fiendishly. "Besides, I think he sort of deserved it."

"So does your father," Brodey added as Kyp groaned and picked himself off the floor.

"You crazy monkey lizard," Kyp snapped. "I was trying to help, you little brat!"

"I don't need your help," Brodey said coldly, standing up and drawing himself to his full height.

"Obviously not," Kyp snorted as he rubbed his head.

"Don't start again," Jaina warned, standing between the two men. "Or I'll hurt both of you."

Brodey stared menacingly at Kyp but managed to keep his temper in check. "Why do you think I need help?"