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Chapter 8

Wyn and Valin had been walking silently for the last few minutes. Today was the day. Today was the day that Wyn was going to formally press charges against Drake Hamsond for raping her over a year ago. Although both of her brothers had offered to go with her when she went to talk with Wedge Antilles about her attack, Wyn refused. On the other hand, she did take up Valin's offer to go with her. She wasn't completely sure why, but she trusted Valin.

As the two made their way to the front door of the Antilles home, Valin gently squeezed Wyn's hand. "It'll be okay," he said softly. Wyn simply nodded. Never in her life had she been this afraid.

Once they made it to the front door, Wyn reached out and knocked softly. A few moments passed before the door opened and Wyn was staring into the eyes of another blonde girl who looked very similar to herself.

"Hey Valin…Wyn," spoke fifteen year old Syal Antilles. Although Syal and her younger sister Myri were Wyn's cousins, she had only known them for a few weeks; only since they arrived on Naboo with the Jedi students they had been hidden with during the war. "What are you two doing here?"

"We need to talk to your dad, Syal," Valin said quickly. "It's important."

"Let me go get him then. Just a moment." Syal walked back through the door and was back a couple of seconds later with her father, the decorated war hero Wedge Antilles.

"Hey kids, what can I do for you?" he asked kindly with a big smile.

Wyn took a deep breath and began, "Uncle Wedge, we need to talk to you. It's serious."

"Okay sweetie. How about you two just step into my office."

Valin and Wyn followed Wedge through the apartment and into a small back room containing only a desk that was covered with hundreds of papers and data cards. Clearing off a small space on his desk, Wedge took a seat and asked, "So what is it that you two needed to talk to me about?"

Wyn glanced quickly at Valin and saw him give her a small nod out of the corner of her eye. That little gesture gave her the strength to go on. "Uncle Wedge…I need to make a report against one of the pilots stationed here regarding a sexual assault."

Today was the day. Today was the two-year anniversary of Anakin's death. Completely numb, Tahiri slowly made her way down one of the back alleys behind the complex where many of the New Republic pilots and military staff were stationed. She had been walking for hours with no particular destination. Seeing an open doorway before her, Tahiri turned to walk into the building. She saw crowds of people milling around. They seemed to be coming from one of the rooms where there was apparently a pretty rough party going on.

Following the group in front of her, Tahiri went into the overly crowded room. She noticed the glances of a few good looking but rather drunk pilots, but it didn't bother her. Let them look, it's not like Anakin was around to care.

Taking a seat at the small, makeshift bar, Tahiri ordered a drink. Although she had never been big on alcohol, Tahiri had found that she was spending more and more time in bars with Jaina and some of her other friends.

"Hey Blondie," Tahiri heard the pilot next to her say. "You look pretty sad."

"Yeah, well I have good reason to be," she snapped.

"What would you say if I told you that I had something that could make you forget all of your troubles for the evening."

"Like what?"

Glancing around shiftily, the pilot reached into one of the many pockets on the outside of his orange flightsuit. He pulled out a small plastic bag filled with some type of dark, grainy powder. "I've got some spice here that I just might be willing to sell to you."

Spice. Tahiri had heard of the stuff. It was a highly intoxicating, highly illegal drug of choice for many low-down street types. Although her inner conscience was screaming at her to get up and walk away, she questioned, "And what exactly would I need to give you for it?"

"For you gorgeous, just a kiss would be enough."

Rolling her eyes, Tahiri reached into her pocket and tossed out some credits. "How about that instead?"

The pilot fingered the coins on the table in front of him. Glancing back up at Tahiri, he murmured, "Yeah, that would be fine." Handing the stuff over to her, he said, "Enjoy yourself, now," and walked away.

Looking over her shoulder to make sure no one she knew was there, Tahiri quickly pocketed the small bag. Getting up, she swiftly left the party and headed back towards the Jedi Academy and the Skywalker apartment where she lived.

On the long trip back home, Tahiri considered what she had just done. Buying drugs wasn't like her, but then again Tahiri hadn't really been herself in over two years. Not since she had been captured by the Yuuzhan Vong. They had changed her, and now Tahiri didn't really know who she was.

Once she got back to the Skywalkers', she quickly went inside and glanced around. Apparently there was still nobody home. That morning Luke and Mara had taken Ben, Landon, and Menley with them and the other Jedi trainees on a nature walk to help them learn about the living Force. Walking quickly to her room, Tahiri closed the door behind her.

Pulling out the small plastic bag, Tahiri stared at its contents. Remembering the pilot's words about it helping her to forget her troubles, she quickly unzipped the bag. Without giving herself the chance to think twice, she took some of the spice. Almost immediately she felt different. The lighting in the room seemed to change drastically and she had a bit of a floating feeling.

Unsure of what else to do, Tahiri hid the small package and walked into her connecting bathroom. She started the water running and quickly peeled away her clothing before getting into the shower. The pounding of the water felt good on her back, and Tahiri slowly began to drift away. Anakin was dead? Who really cares?

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