Myri didn't remember how she and Wes had drunkenly stumbled back to her quarters, nor did she remember just why she had pushed him onto her bed and insistently tore his clothes off of his body, or how they ravaged one another on top of her sheets, on the floor, and against the walls of her quarters. What she did know was that the sun of Cantiv was shining brightly through the transparisteel and warming her aching body.

Wes slept heavily next to her, obviously passed out from the night's activity. Her eyes trained over his toned body, resting on his rugged, yet peaceful features. She shivered at the thought of his reaction when he woke and very carefully stood, instantly regretting it. She nearly doubled over in pain, catching herself moments before toppling to the ground.

"Are you all right?" Wes voice scared her out of her wits. She jumped and her body wracked with pain as she grabbed the nearest sheet to cover herself with.

"Yes, I'll be fine," Myri responded cautiously.

Wes gave her a sleepy grin and slid himself out of bed, stretching and grabbing his pants.

"I should probably be getting back to them…" he told her, trailing off as he watched her slide her robe around her shoulders.

"Yes, you should," she said softly, setting herself gently onto her bed. Wes came around the bed after he finished dressing and have her a tuck under the chin.

"Hope you had fun. I'll see you later, kid," he said with a wink, and left Myri to mull over the night's events in a baffled pleasure.

Wes walked with a bounce in his step the entire way back to the quarters where he and the other former pilots were staying. Hobbie was already awake and dressed, ready for their excursion onto Cantiv.

"Where did you end up?" the light haired man asked in between chews of his breakfast pasty. The fact that Wes didn't sleep in their room the pervious night didn't surprise him Wes often disappeared like that.

"I was searching for Myri all night," he lied, "I see you gave up."

"Actually, I didn't Sirra wasn't at the Mirmount when I got there, but I did talk to her boss, Tox."

"And?" Wes waved his hand impatiently.

"I'm getting to it, hold on," Hobbie downed his pastry with some garba juice before continuing, "Myri is his biggest income. Mirmount's economic rate has skyrocketed since she began. In layman's terms, she's a star."

Wes gave him an appreciative nod before heading into the refresher.

"I'd sure say so," he murmured once out of earshot.

He cleaned up quickly and headed over to meet Wedge and Tycho with Hobbie. They had decided to take a look around on Cantiv on their own chrono instead of taking a tour with a group. It was more therapeutic, and to be perfectly honest, the only way that they would be able to stir up their usual bout of trouble.

"Any luck last night?" Tycho asked quietly as they walked down the ship's massive gangway.

"Oh yea," Wes answered with an absent-minded smile. He only caught what Tycho had been asking when he saw the earnest expression on the other man's face, "Oh, with Myri you mean? No."

"You're appalling."

"You love it."

"Your story will fly, though. Wedge was wondering where you disappeared to. I told him the usual," Tycho said, examining his friend as they stepped out into the bright sun. Something seemed off about Wes. Normally he spilled every gory, egotistical detail about his conquests. Tycho wondered what kind of woman possessed the ability to shut Wes Janson up.

He debated this for a good portion of the day as the four men walked through the streets of Cantiv. By sunset, they had walked all the way to the black sanded beaches of New Cristain.

They had dinner oceanside and decided to stay the night in an apartment on the planet as opposed to the Corellian Diamond. After dinner they strolled the beach, everyone staying clear of the topic o Myri. Wedge had calmed down externally, but they could all tell that her words had cut him very deeply.

Wedge and Hobbie sat on a low duracrete wall at the top of the beach, staring up at the beautiful night sky overhead. The inky expanse was aglow with newborn stars, glittering like diamonds against a velvet fabric.

"Appropriate for the cruise, hmm?" Wedge asked.

"After all this time," Hobbie stated, "All the days and nights we never saw while up there, it still amazes me."

Wedge agreed with a wistful sigh as a memory of his daughter flitted through is mind, "When Myri was a little girl, she used to brag to all of her playmates that her daddy worked up there. Iella always told me how she used to say goodnight to me every time she went to bed, demanding to be brought outside so she could see the whole sky."

Hobbie stared thoughtfully at the ground for a few moments before speaking, "I know that you're angry with her, but it could be worse. You could have found her dead in the streets from a massive glitterstim overdose."

"Always the optimist," Wedge gave him a tired smile, "Myri was never like Syal, as much as Iella and I wished she would be. I guess it was our own fault though, always praising Syal for her accomplishments while she was screaming for attention."

"She certainly found a way to get it."

"I wouldn't be as angry as I am if not for how reckless she was as a younger teen. She may be quick-witted and tough, but she can be very brash and impulsive. It doesn't seem to have caught up with her yet, but I can only hope that the day never comes. Myri is young, but she's a tired, old spirit."

"If I'm not mistaken, I had a former commander that was somewhat like that."

Wedge could only respond with a rueful smile. Down towards the water, Tycho had finally cracked Wes' silent demeanor.

"So who was she? You've barely said a word since we left the ship," Tycho said, swirling the wine that he held. Wes plopped himself into the dark, cool sand, pulling of his low boots and digging his toes in.

"She was beautiful," he said simply.

"As if you'd sully your own image with anything else," Tycho responded in jest.

"Not just the face, Tyke. Her body was curved at just the right slopes, her skin was so soft. The way she moved was liquid transparisteel when we…you know…"

"Spare me," Tycho cut in, his face suddenly looking as if his wine had soured. Wes smiled contentedly until he continued, "What was her name?"

"Didn't get it." he lied for the second time that day.

"A woman like that and you didn't even catch her name?"

"Didn't have time. We both know what we were there for, and I can tell you that it definitely wasn't names."

"You disgust me."

"My work here is done."