This will be an interesting chapter for you. Its not "you" anymore. That only happens when your (haha) present. (duh) anyway, enjoy!

Wes Janson put a finger to his lips and he dropped a Cliik down snoring Hobbie Klivian's jumpsuit. Wedge shook his head, not saying anything. He knew his pilots needed all the humor they could get. And Wes Janson was full of it. The small creature hit the back of Hobbie's neck and slid, leaving a smear of neon blue slime. In his sleep, Hobbie reached up and slapped at his neck, dispensing the slime onto his hand. Wes and Tycho Celchu smothered laughs in their hands and Wedge chuckled. Getting ahold of himself, Wes reached over a bopped Hobbie on the nose. The pilot promply smears the slime onto his face to get rid of the tickle. This time, Wedge had to join his pilots in laughter.

"This is just too good." Wes said, weezing.

"You'd think he'd've noticed by now." Tycho added and Wedge agreed. Hobbie rarely sleeps this deep. He glanced at Tycho who leaned over and yelled; "Attent-ION!" Hobbie jumped clear out of his seat and executed a perfect salute putting more slime on his face.

"Lieutenant Derek Klivian present, SIR!" Hobbie said facing Wedge. Wedge put his head down on the table, shaking with laughter. Hobbie was a sight. The Cliik slime on his face, neck, and hand glowed in thecantina's dimlighting. "What?" He dropped his hand as Wes fell out of his chair onto the floor. Tycho shook his head and laughed harder at Hobbie's confusion. "WHAT?" He turned to Wes. "What did you do?" Wes pointed to Hobbie's face and Hobbie reached up pulled slime off his forehead and looked at his hand. "WES! Thats not funny!" Wes just kept laughing. "Where is it?"

"Where is what?" Tycho asked faining innocence.

"Wheres the Cliik?"A hint of amusement came over Hobbie's face as he tried to sound angry. It was hard. No one could stay mad at Wes for very long.

"Where do you think it is?" Wes asked,a mischievous grin on his face. Hobbie's eyes grew wide.

"WES!" He ran out the room towards the refresher. Wes stood up and slid back into his seat with a content sigh.

"Oh that was good."

"That was mean. Hobbie really needed that sleep." Wedge said and Wes shrugged.

"He can sleep when hes dead. Hes here to have fun." He said poking the table. Wedge rolled his eyes.

"Commander Wedge Antilles?" Wedge looked up to see one of Mon Mothma's aids standing in the doorway of the catina looking uncomfortable with the hazy air and dark atmosphere.

"Over here." Wedge called to her and she weaved her way towards them.

"Commander Antilles, sir?" Wedge nodded. The aid handed him a flimsy then turned on her heels and left. Wedge looked down at the folded flimsy as he turned back to thetable.

"What is it, Wedge?"

"We'll its not orders. Its on a flimsy." He unfolded the flimsy, read it, then passed it to Tycho. "Itsfrom an Admiral."

"What?." Wes snatched the flimsy from Tycho's hands before the senior pilot could finish reading it. "He wants to meet with you." Tycho snatched it back.

"At...the Cantina in Mos Espa." He handed the request back to Wedge. "Thats on Tatooine." Wedge took the flimsy and made a face.

"I know that. But why would he want to meet me?"

"Maybe you should go find out. We'll come." Wes said sitting back.

"Its says 'unaccompanied', cant you read?" Tycho asked sarcasticlly.

"No." Wes leaned forward again. "But Wedge Antilles dosnt just walk around places like Mos Espa 'unaccompanied'." Wedge shot him a look.

"I guess not." He thought for a moment. "I have a better idea."

Dun dun dunnnn What will Wedge's idea be? Will he go to Mos Espa and meet with the Admiral? Will Wes ever quit torturing his fellow pilots? Find out...
(ho boythatwas cheesy)
-liljediwriter