Disclaimer: (1) no-one's mine (except Phanan's cousin, if he shows up) and (2) it's my mind's fault.

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Face leaned in towards Tyria and Falynn. All three of them were seated in the lounge of the Night Caller. Wedge, fortunately, was on the opposite side of the lounge, so he could not hear the conspiratations of the conspirators. "Janson, Grinder, Jesmin, and I are planning a prank on Wedge."

"That sounds sort of like fun," Tyria said doubtfully.

Face gave his famous SDFGT. Falynn winced. Face, noticing this, said, "You, too? Well, on with the prank plan. The Darillian overlay program thing (DOPT) is up and working."

Falynn asked, "What does that have to do with anything?"

Face answered quite seriously, "It shows that Grinder isn't a total moron." Tyria and Falynn tittered. Face did a diabolical grin thing and continued. "Also, it shows that we can do an overlay program thing. Apparently, when Janson and Wedge were interviewing pilots for the Wraiths, Janson played a semi-prank on Wedge. Told him that an Ewok was attempting to get in the squadron. Got him going real good."

"I still don't get what that has to do with…oh. Make an EOPT and transmit a message to Wedge with it." Falynn did a passable imitation of Face's diabolical grin thing.

"Yeah. The only problem is that Grinder did the DOPT from a whole bunch of Darillian holos. So we need a lot of Ewok holos."

"I know someone who probably has a whole bunch," said Tyria. "But he'd never give them to us."

"Why not?" asked Falynn. Face, too, looked puzzled.

"I really don't suspect that Master Skywalker would give us Ewok holos so that we could play a prank on his best friend." Tyria looked apologetic.

"You, Falynn? Any contacts that might possibly have Ewok holos?" Face asked. Her face gave her all the answer he needed. "Well, my dear ladies—" Falynn looked disgusted and Tyria just grinned "—sorry to disappoint you, but I must be off to ask more people if they have Ewok holos." To be purposely annoying, Face did a SDFGT as he rose and was off.

"I swear," said Falynn, shaking her head at Face as he walked over with his typical actor's strut to Phanan, "that man will annoy someone to the point where it causes his death someday."

"I wouldn't doubt but that you're right."

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Janson was having no better luck. Piggy had been no help, nor had been Kell. In fact, Kell had just stiffened up and become this quivering mass of muscle and bone, refusing to meet Janson's eyes. I think that by killing the father – by the Force, I didn't want to! If I hadn't, more people than Doran would have died. I did the only thing I could! – I lost my chance with the son. It hurt, sort of. Janson sighed. And he has explosives. Sithspit, this is hard! I wish I could feel safe with my own people. Well, Wedge says that I'm in no danger. Speaking of Wedge… Janson grinned. He walked over to Myn Donos. Myn sat alone, by himself, apparently thinking. He started when Janson sat down beside him. "Hullo," he said without enthusiasm.

"Hi, Myn," Janson said.

"Anything in particular you wanted to talk about, or is this just a pleasure call?" Ever since the death of Talon Squadron and almost losing his droid, Myn had not been at all sociable, shutting himself off from the rest of the Wraiths. In fact, he almost ignored them completely.

"Well, yes, there was, actually." Janson wondered what the matter was with Myn. He's not been himself for…for…oh, never mind. I've had pilots die under my command before, and this hasn't happened to me. Noting the odd look that Myn was giving him, he launched into the speech he had given to Piggy and tried to give to the tight, bunched-up ball of muscle that Kell had been. "I and some of the other Wraiths are planning to do a prank on Wedge." Janson paused for a moment. Myn, giving no indication that he was listening, was staring at the ground. Oh, why did I volunteer to ask Kell and Myn? One wants me to die, and the other's acting mentally deranged. Gathering himself, he plunged on. "The thing is, for this prank to work, we need a whole bunch of Ewok holos."

This caught Myn's attention. "Ewok holos? Whatever for?"

Janson explained about the prank he had played on Wedge while they had been interviewing pilots for the squadron. "So," he concluded, "Grinder's going to make an Ewok overlay program thing and Face is going to do his acting bit and we're going to send a message to Wedge."

"Sounds interesting to me, but I'm sorry, I can't help you there. You know," Myn continued thoughtfully, "probably the only person who has access to that amount of holos is Wedge."

Janson sighed. "You're probably right." And we can't ask him, he added to himself. He's supposed to be the prank's victim. He put on a smile as he rose. "I'll go see if some of the other pilots might be able to access the Ewok holos. See you!"

Myn replied, "Good bye, and good luck!" and retreated back to his thoughts.

Janson walked away from Myn feeling as if he was walking away from someone who desperately needed his help.

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A few hours later, Grinder, Jesmin, Face, and Janson met back in the comm center. "Well, any luck?" Janson asked.

Face grinned. "Yes, actually. Ton has a cousin who works in the New Republic archives."

Ton poked his head in the comm center. "Does that mean that I get in on the secret prank meetings?"

Janson laughed. Ah well, why not? It's his cousin. "Sure."

Ton entered. "What's more, I have already contacted Arnot and he can send us copies of Ewok documentaries, a holo of the celebration party on Endor after the destruction of the second Death Star, and a whole bunch of things. They should all be here tomorrow."

"Great! I suppose that's all that we had to talk about then. Meeting dismissed!"

Minutes later, the comm center was deserted.

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Well, that means that Luke Skywa – oh wait, Luke was mentioned. That counts as a special appearance.

For anyone who really must know, Arnot's last name is Weyal and he's my generic I-have-no-clue-what-to-name-this-guy name. He's actually supposed to be a king's brother.