Hobbie walked through the dark streets for hours. His was the second time in his vacation that he had consented to a wild mynock chase after Wedge's daughter. Though he would have normally been jealous of Wes having bedded her, he wondered why, out of all the women he'd been with, he had to start falling for the one that he couldn't have.

"Then again, he never really liked to make things easy for anyone," Hobbie murmured.

His sharp hearing detected footsteps behind his own, and he was able to guess the general size of the persona following him. Small. Hobbie stopped in his tracks and waited.

"He sent you after me?"

He turned to face Myri, and suddenly understood the spell that she had cast on his former squadmate. The moon gave her an unnerving beauty, bouncing off all the skin she insisted on showing even when she wasn't working.

"I chose to come. He was concerned about you…"

"Wes Janson?" the teenager crossed her arms, "I don't believe it."

"Me neither, but I'm standing here. Exponential date proves it to be true. Listen, Myri, we're a whole lot older than you, we've seen so many things—"

"He told you about the glitterstim."

"Well, yes."

"I don't need a lecture. That's why I ran to the Diamond in the first place."

"I'm aware, but if you weren't scared, then why did you run?"

"From Wes? I know him. The one thing that I held from my father was when he told me to find someone exactly opposite from Uncle Wes."

"And from home?"

Myri studied him. Hobbie had been one of Wedge's most loyal friends. He probably held secrets that she would never know.

"They sent me away because I present a danger to our family's name. One bad lavafruit can ruin the whole bunch. I figured out I was better off presenting a danger to my own well being. I don't have to live up to a name; nobody on the Diamond knows that I'm an Antilles. It's probably the only thing keeping me alive, but hey, it's working," she spread her hands wide to show her body.

"Do you love your family?"

"My father was my hero when I was a child, but who didn't look up to him? My mother had lost interest in me the moment I was removed from her, she obsessed too much time in raising a clone."

"You're referring to Syal…"

"Yes, her. A very cruel twist of fate gave her all the good genes, but I'm playing the hand that I was dealt quite well."

"Stripping and addicted to stim."

"And bedding my father's closest friends."

"You've got a quick mouth. Someday that's going to hurt you."

"Spare. Me. The. Lecture." she punctuated ever word with an icy glare.

"I'm not here to fix things in your family; I'm here because Wes needs me to be. As ridiculous as it seems to both of us, he appears to be quite taken with you. I just want to make sure that you make it back to that ship by morning."

"So you're my escort?"

"Something like that."

"Escort me, then."

Hobbie gave her a smile, shaking his head as he put out an arm for her. She certainly had inherited the part of Wedge that he rarely let full show. The Corellian part.

He walked her all the way back to the Corellian Diamond; by that time, the sun was rising. They parted ways and Hobbie quickly made his way back to the apartment. Myri had a quick stint in the 'fresher, all the while thinking about the conversation with Hobbie. She wanted to talk to Sirra about all that had happened after she left the bar they had been dancing at the night before. Sirra didn't know that she had been forced from the bar by the man she had been dancing with. He was a local, the usual good looking, tough and tumble guy that she normally found herself spending a night with then the ship docked. They hadn't exchanged names, and Myri now knew why. He had savagely taken her down to the shore and forced himself upon her. She had never been raped before. In the business Myri was in, it was a situation she was used to fighting and winning, but something had happened the previous night that she couldn't understand.

Remembering Wes' harsh but caring words, Myri's mood darkened and she couldn't fight the urge to finish off the last of the stim she had stashed away under her bed. Sirra had told Tox that she would work the day shift, so Myri knew exactly where to find her. She hurried down to the Mirmount to catch her friend just as she was going on a break.

"And how was your night last night?" Sirra asked with a sly grin as she moved to her vanity to reapply makeup.

Myri didn't have it in her to admit what had happened the night before, so she lied, "He was nice. We walked around for a while and met up with my father's friend Wes on the beach."

"Oh, the handsome one?"

"Yea, him. Listen, he was real impressed b the show we gave them…"

"Of course, they always are, "Sirra said, studying her in the mirror.

"He came looking for a private show after I fought with my father."

Sirra turned to her, "Myri, you didn't!"

Myri gave her a quick nod and sat in front of her own vanity. She looked down at her makeup and sighed. They were both silent for a few moments. Sirra eventually spoke.

"Don't sweat it, babe. You sleep with someone every time we dock. Any of them could probably be you father's friends."

"You can't tell Tox about who I am. You can't tell anyone. It'll put both of us in danger."

Sirra took Myri's hands in hers, "I won't tell anyone. I don't care who your father is. You're just Myri to me."

Myri gave her a small smile. Sirra gave her a kiss on the head and walked back out to finish the rest of her shift.

Myri needed to get her mind off of Wes and what had happened at the bar that night. She knew only one way to do that, and found Tox to tell him that she would be more than happy to start an early shift if she could get a little compensation. Tox gladly took her offer and Myri quickly readied herself to go on stage. The new outfit she was wearing covered only he most private areas, leaving bruises from the previous night's struggles blatantly in the open. Myri covered them with makeup and fixed herself up, giving herself a quick glance in the mirror before scampering out from behind the curtain and into the club.

Oddly enough, the day shift was relaxing. Most of the patrons were quiet and didn't ask for any private dances; they were quite content with just watching the girls on the main stage. In her extra shift Myri took in a good amount of credits, some of which she left on Tox's desk as a thank you for the extra time.

Later on, before her night shift, Myri was reapplying her makeup. She rinsed the older off her skin and looked around furtively for anyone that would be able to se her bruises. Most of the other girls were already on stage, so she was safe for the moment.

Before she began to apply a fresh coat of makeup, she quickly tapped out a line of stim on her vanity. Just as she was bending to inhale the powder, she heard an all too familiar voice exclaim, "What happened to you!"

Myri gazed up in her mirror, frustration immediately gripping her heart as she recognized Wes in the mirror. She saw the expression on his face change as he viewed what she was doing.

"I should have figured you wouldn't have listened," he snapped coldly, "You're too much like your father."

Wes stalked off, but Myri ran after him, catching him just before he could leave the dressing area. She grabbed the back of his arm and felt it tense before he whipped around and out of her grasp.

"Wes, please listen. You were right…"

"Oh, was I? That's a perfect explanation for why I come down here to check on you and see you bent to that drug," his eyes were dark and angry.

Myri felt hot tears begin to fall down her cheeks, but she couldn't place why. She didn't want Wes to leave her alone. She was scared and hurting, and found herself yearning to be in his strong, yet gentle arms again.

"When you found me last night, I hadn't been alone that long. A man from a bar took me down there and—"

"Please don't say it," Wes cut her off, and Myri could hear the sorrow creeping into his voice.

"Wes, I—"

"Please. I know that the profession you're in leads you to all the terrible things I yelled at you for. Just let me imagine that those things didn't happen to you. Not you."

Myri didn't know what to say to him. She folded and looked towards the curtain that led to the club floor. She glanced back at Wes, "I have to get out there."

She cursed herself for how much her voice was shaking. She attempted to save her dignity by walking back to her vanity and applying her makeup once again. When she turned back towards the curtain, he was gone. Myri was able to turn on her game face for her second shift.

She worked her way around the Mirmount, her eyes flicking every now and then to a table at the far end of the room where Wes sat, just staring at her. She was distracted for a moment until she felt a sharp slap on her bottom.

The man she looked at didn't seem to notice her death stare, "I'd like to take you in the private room and have some time with you."

"At least 30 credits a dance," Myri said absently, scanning the club for Tox.

"I'll give you 1,000 credits, but I'm not looking for a dance."

Myri was taken aback by the offer. She had never heard something that much, nor had she ever been asked to prostitute herself. Tox would be furious if she let that much money go. The man would definitely create a problem if she refused him. Myri glanced back to where Wes had bee. He was no longer there. She sighed shortly and looked at the man who was now stroking his hands across her lower abdomen.

"Please go to the private booth, I'll meet you there momentarily with my boss to see what we can work out for you."

The man gladly headed towards the private room and Myri turned to go find Tox and let him know what was going on. She stopped short as she nearly headed right into Wes.

"Don't do it, Myri."

She crossed her arms as she looked up at him, "This is my job, Wes. This is why I do to survive."

"Please," he pleaded with her.

"Give me one damn reason why," her patience was growing short with his confusing behavior.

Wes grabbed her elbows and shook her once, "Because I love you."

Myri knew as soon as he pressed his lips to hers that a few of the club's bouncers, as well as Tox, were already rushing across the club to deal with what they thought was an overzealous patron.

Two guards grabbed Wes roughly and pulled him away from her. He snapped an shoved them both back, and all hell broke loose.

Punches were thrown and Myri did all she could to pull herself out of the fight. The bouncers wrested Wes to the ground and Myri could then see the only person who could have made things worse.

Wedge Antilles stood with his military grade blaster drawn. One look at him and she knew that he had seen everything. At the moment, his main priority was to get Wes out of trouble.

"I'm former General Wedge Antilles of the Galactic Alliance, and the man you just attacked is a Captain. If you value your freedom and your life, you'll let him go."

Tycho and Hobbie flanked him, blasters also drawn. The Mirmount had come to a complete stand-still, everyone staring at the events unfolding in front of them. Myri couldn't even meet her father's eyes as he said, "Myri, you come over here now. This is enough."

Tox stepped in front of her, putting a protective arm against her scantily clad body that made Wedge's skin crawl and his vision suddenly go bright red, "She is my employee, everything she does is under my supervision."

Wedge shot a beam into the ground at his feet, causing him to jump, "She is my daughter, and if you don't think that I won't kill you to get to her, you're wrong."

Myri's stomach dropped to her feet as Tox glanced back at her, shock registering on his features. The worst case scenario was playing out directly in front of her. She caught her father's glance and instantly wished that she hadn't. There were very few occasions where she had seen him so furious. There were two was she could leave the club: Tox would either have to swallow his pride and let her go, or someone was going to end up dead.

"I'm sorry Tox. This is a battle you're just not going to win," Myri said, "It's over."

Tycho and Hobbie lowered their blasters and moved to help Wes off the ground. His legs wobbled a bit, and he wiped a trail of blood coming from his mouth on his sleeve. Wedge kept his blaster trained on Tox as Myri came around him.

"You're going to regret this, Miss Antilles," he vowed.

She closed her eyes as she met up with Wes, putting an arm around his lower back and her other hand on his chest. Tycho and Hobbie stayed close on either side of them. Wedge remained in his position until he was sure that Wes and Myri were out of the club. His cold stare softened only when he turned and followed after them.

Wedge knew that Tox wouldn't follow, nor would he call any security forces after them. The military ruled over all other forms of justice, and he wasn't exactly in a very legal business.

Tycho passed his cloak to Myri as soon as they got a comfortable distance from the Mirmount. She draped it around her body, but people still stared.

"What's the next move?" Hobbie asked.

Wedge answered his question, but it was directed at his daughter.

"You can't go back to your quarters. Not unless one of us is with you. They'll most likely make some sort of threat or hit on you if you're alone. In fact, I don't want you going anywhere without one of us—"

"Dad."

"You're going to be staying in," he threw a glance to Wes, "my quarters with Tycho and I."

"Dad!"

"Yes, Myri?"

"Are you kidding?" she looked at Wes for some kind of support, throwing him daggers when she got nothing.

"Not at all. We're getting a transport back home as soon as we dock again. I mean it this time," Wedge said, turning to continue walking. By instinct, his three former subordinates followed, Tycho taking hold of Myri's upper arm and leading her along.

When they reached their quarters, Wedge turned to Tycho and nodded. He let go of Myri's arm and looked to Hobbie. Hobbie nodded and threw a sad look to Wes before the two went into his and Wes' room, leaving father, daughter, and one very uncomfortable pilot in the hall.