FROM SIM WITH SHELONEI AS DOC, ADAM AS MYN, MIKE AS MIKE, ISA AS GAVIN AND REILIN

The Rogues quickly descended to the officer's level, and exited the lift. Anreson checked her datapad to recall her new room number, and led them to a room which she suddenly realized was only three doors down from Wes and Hobbie's shared officer's quarters. She sighed with the realization that she would be living so close to the two majors. Another few doors away, was Gavin's quarters.

"I guess we'll be neighbours, Doc... Well, sorta," the Tatooinian commented with a grin.

Quickly, she punched in the code, and the door slid open. "Alright everybody, let's get this sled unloaded and returned before we get Circus-boy into any more trouble."

"Hey, your new place is close to Hobbie," Myn pointed out.

She shrugged, "Guess so," she said quietly.

"I have a name, you know," Ngo spoke up.

Reilin giggled softly.

Doc turned and grinned lopsidedly, "But your nickname's so much more fun!"

"Yes," Myn agreed. "Mike, the Circus Boy."

The pilot in question now found his bare back slightly sticking to the driver's seat as he got up.

Myn sniggered.

Reilin saw he was having a bit of trouble and offered, with a smile, to help, "Need a hand?"

Ngo took it, and let her help him up. He smiled back, "Thanks."

"No problem."

Myn grabbed a box labled for the livingroom, and headed to put it in there.

Anreson picked up the box of datacards and headed to the bedroom with it.

"Holy Sith, this room rocks!" Ngo stepped into the small officer's quarters, set up like a one-bedroom apartment. "I wanna be a Lieutenant Commander."

Reilin grabbed a box labled for the bedroom, and headed in with it.

"You never know," Myn put in. "It could happen."

"You can't be a Lieutenant Commander, Ngo, you're not a medic. But if you become a Major..." she shrugged as she headed back to get the box labled holos.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Myn smirked. "Doctor's priviledge."

Ngo grabbed a box labled 'food prep' and headed off to the kitchen.

"Nah," she said, "Just a different ranking system."

Myn grabbed a box for the 'fresher, and went to put it there. "Hey, this is niiice."

Reilin soon returned and grabbed a box labled 'kitchen'.

Ngo nodded, "It is."

Working together, they were soon nearly finished. "How many more boxes, Doc?" Gavin asked as he brought one into the livingroom.

"Two, I think," Myn said.

Gavin grinned at him, "Thank's, 'Doc'."

"I can add, Gavin."

Gavin just laughed a bit.

Doc returned and grabbed the box of Curios, and brought it to the bedroom. Myn found one labled for the bedroom, and also brought it in just as she was setting the box on top of the dresser.

"Well," Ngo said. "I see my job's done here... Think I'll head back to quarters, y'know, change my clothes maybe. Yeah, that'll be good."

"Yes, you should, and try to find something less tan, before someone else decides to lable you," Doc smirked.

"What's wrong with tan?"

"Looks like my boxes," she said, grinning lopsidedly back at him.

"So?" he called back as he ran out of the room.

"Well, I do have a laser pointer that leaves a bit of a residue on certain colours... for a short amount of time. I think Wes borrowed it a couple of times," Myn called after him.

Both Gavin and Reilin entered the livingroom, yawning.

Doc shook her head, chuckling. "You two Darklighter kids, why don't you just head out?"

Reilin grinned, "Oh, sorry."

Gavin smiled, "It was a night of memories... and no sleep."

Doc waved a hand, "I appreciate you helping out, go on ahead. Sleep is important too, you know."

"Sleep is good," Myn agreed.

He looked at her, and nodded. "Alright... I'll talk to you later."

She nodded, and grinned, "Thanks again Gavin..." she nodded to his sister, "And Reilin."

Gavin exited her quarters and headed down the hall to his own.

"No problem, Amanda," Reilin smiled.

"But I can still help you, Doc," Myn told her.

"Sure, I appreaciate any help I can get, Myn. Why not start in the kitchen?"

He nodded and headed to the kitchen to unpack the boxes there.

She half smiled, "Just call me Doc, no need to be so formal."

"Sleep is very good, uhm... Except that I don't have a place to crash yet. And Gavin, well... Let's just say he's not the quietest sleeper." She grinned.

Quickly, Doc wrote something down on a bit of flimsy. "Here, go back to my old room. My roomate's gone for the weekend anyway, and you can sleep on my old bed."

She nodded as she took the flimsy, "Alright, thanks."

With a nod, she hugged Reilin. "You're welcome. It's always nice to see a girl around all these testosterone laiden yahoos."

The girl laughed, "Finally! someone I can agree with!"

"Well, you know where I live, and I'm a good listener."

"Okay, thanks."

Ngo ran back from his quarters in a stock orange flightsuit. "Stupid orange...."

Reilin looked up at Mike. "Wow, that's bright," she told him with a smile.

Doc chuckled.

"You might want to dim yourself before you blind someone," the Darklighter girl smiled, the laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Ngo laughed sarcastically.

"Ohh," she hugged him. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." She smiled, then gave them a little wave, "Later guys."

Myn peeked out from the kitchen and waved, as did Doc.

And then she was gone.

Ngo smiled.

Doc chuckled as she patted his shoulder. "If you want to stay and help, you can help Myn in the kitchen."

He turned to her and nodded, "Kitchen sounds good."

Doc lead him over to the kitchen and spoke to them. "Alright boys, I'll be in the bedroom if you need me..." After a moment, she quickly added, "And no, that's not an option."

Myn sniggered.

With a smirk, she headed to the bedroom, to unpack the holos first.

*

She palmed her door shut, and sat on the bed. She sighed sadly, as the first holo she pulled out of the box was the one of her and Ton. "I wish I could have seen you again... just once...." she whispered as she ran a finger down the image's face. She moved over to the bed, and set it down on the bedstand, draping the black ribbon over the edge of the frame.

Silently, she set about unpacking the rest of the holos, setting them up in various places around the room, and on the walls.

*

"Well, hey, we have it good anyway," Ngo grinned. "The foods in here."

"No, actually, there isn't much food here."

"Aw..." Ngo snapped his fingers.

Myn opened up the fridge. "Oh well, hey...." He saw three lums on the top shelf. "Do you want a lum? Wait, that might be Doc's." He shut the door, and went back to unpacking.

The other pilot waved a hand, "Nah, I'm all good."

"You know, Mike, I'm not sure that a relationship would work right now with Hobbie and Doc."

"Really..." he looked at the other Corellian quizzically. "Why's that?"

"Yeah. See, there was another doctor that she was close to, I mean really close, and he kinda left suddenly for a fairly odd reason. He's dead now, and I'm fairly sure that Doc isn't over it."

"Hn," Ngo worked at helping the other unpack. "What odd reason?"

"The thing is, he was in Wraith squadron, and Doc didn't find out about his death until pretty recently. I'm guessing they declassified all the missions after the Wraiths were declassified as a squadron... including his death," Myn finished.

"How long ago did she find out?"

"Not very long ago... I think. Within two or three months, is my guess."

"Jeez," Ngo shook his head.

"So, you can see why she and Hobbie are kinda on the rocky side of things."

"That is kinda an unstable foundation of sorts..." Ngo glanced out the kitchen door toward the bedroom.

"Yeah. I think she'll have to find out how he died to feel a bit better. The problem is that not too many people can tell her that."

"How would that make her feel better?"

"Add closure to the situation," Donos shrugged. "Though I think she'll have to talk to someone about that."

*

Finished with the still-holos. Anreson started unwrapping the curios, and began setting them up on the dresser.

*

"Uhm..." Ngo shrugged. "I don't know what to say, really. I've never really had to deal with something like that before." The pilot obviously was feeling uncomfortable.

"Yeah, that's pretty much about it." Myn looked in the last box which he'd been unpacking and saw that it was empty. "Well, we're done here."

*

Doc accidentally dropped one of the curios. She jumped back with a yelp.

Ngo whirled around to look toward the bedroom, as Myn did the same.

"SITHSPIT!" She cried out.

Glancing at Myn, he ran to the bedroom. The other pilot was close on his heels. "You okay doc?" Myn called as he ran.

She knelt with some packing tissue in her hand, and began picking up the small shards, putting them into it. Tears streamed down her face.

Ngo stopped short, seeing her in tears, "Doc...."

She swiped the back of her hand across her eyes, and kept picking up the glass pieces of what once had been a small, swan-like figure. "I'm fine.... Maybe I can fix it."

Ngo stepped over the shattered glass, and bent down, placing his hands on her shoulders from behind. "Amanda...." Gently, he tried to pull her away from the mess.

She pulled away from him, and with shaking hands continued doggedly picking up the tiny shards. Small spots of blood began to dot her fingers as she was cut.

"We can get someone in here to do that for you," Myn offered.

"No," she said stubbornly. "I've got it."

"Amanda, calm down. Calm down, okay?" Ngo tried to use as soothing a tone of voice as he could.

"I am calm, Sith it!"

"No, you aren't," Myn told her quietly.

Ngo's voice hardened slightly, as though he were speaking to an errant child. "Amanda."

"I am calm, see?" she lowered her voice, beginning to pick up the smallest sand-like shards. "This is me, calm," she didn't want to miss a thing.

"Sith! Would you stop it?" Ngo whirled her around to face him, gripping her by her upper arms and shaking her slightly.

She dropped the packing tissue that she was gathering the shards into, and bit her lower-lip, wide-eyed in surprise.

Myn frowned, "Now, you need to calm down also, Mike."

"Stop. Just stop it, okay?" he looked her straight in the eye, ignoring Myn.

She glared back, "You don't understand." She continued quietly, "I have to put that piece back together."

Gods, she really wasn't like this ten minutes ago, Mike thought as he looked at the mess. The figurine, whatever it had been, was completely shattered. Uhm, myn... help me out here....

Could that piece be from Ton? Myn wondered. "Look," he said aloud, in a calming voice. "I'm not sure if that can be fixed. I know you miss him dearly."

She grit her jaw, seeming almost Corellian in her stubbornness. "I can do it," she turned her face to glare at Myn. "I know I can," her eyes flashed, angry that he would even suggest it couldn't be done.

"But...." he sighed. "I'm not sure even a Jedi could fix it. Look, I know what you're going through, Doc. I've had to before, and I think you're handling it better than I did."

"I can fix it," she repeated stubbornly. "Rogues can do the impossible, I've been hearing that for years.... Now I'm a Rogue, and I will fix it...."

"Yes, Rogues can do the impossible, but at a tremendous cost," Myn told her quietly.

Anreson grit her jaw and shrugged the younger pilot off, then turned, putting the rest of the pieces into the packing tissue. Most of them hadn't fallen out when she dropped it.

His hands raised, he moved back. He swallowed hard, and looked up at Myn.

"If nothing else," she said quietly. "I can put them into a small box," she spoke aloud to herself.

"I think that would be a good idea, Amanda," he told her softly.

Looking up at Myn, she nodded, one final tear escaping before she willed her feelings to shut down. She finished picking up the pieces in silence, and folded the packing tissue around them, gently setting them on the dresser as she stood.

Biting his lower lip, Ngo stood also.

"So," she acted as though nothing had happened. "Did you guys finish up in the kitchen?"

Myn nodded, "Yeah..." he sighed.

Ngo nodded as well.

She nodded, and smiled, "Appreciate it. There's really not much else for me to unpack. Just livingroom, bedroom, and the 'fresher." She shrugged, "And I'm not letting you boys into the 'fresher or bedroom things," she half chuckled.

Ngo grinned lopsidedly, as did Myn. "Well, I can help with the livingroom stuff," the older of the two Corellians offered.

She shrugged, "Your call, boys," her smile broke into a lopsided grin as well.

"Or...." Myn continued. "We could take a break and get a drink."

"Don't know as I have anything, though," she said.

"Hmmm," Ngo contemplated a drink.

"I'll buy this time," Myn grinned, "It'll only be a short distance."

The other Corellian looked at him and grinned, shaking his head.

Anreson shrugged, "I'm game."

"Alright, drink then," Ngo agreed.

Doc headed to the door, "Where're we going?"

"The kitchen," Myn replied as he followed her out.

"The Kitchen? What kind of tap caf is that?"

*

Mike Ngo looked around the room, looking to see if anything else had broken. He saw a still-holo frame on the bedstand, with a black ribbon hanging over the edge of it. He moved over, and focused his eyes on the image for a moment. It was Doc, and a blonde man, presumably Ton, sharing a kiss at a lifeday party. "Hmmm...."

He looked toward the kitchen, where she had gone, then back at the holo. He slowly stepped away, turned, and headed to the kitchen while deep in thought.

*

Myn went with her to the kitchen. "You know, Doc, if you ever want me to tell you about Ton as a Wraith, just ask." They reached the kitchen and he grinned, pointing to the fridge. "Open, and you'll see."

Doc frowned slightly, but Myn opened the door and pulled out the drinks, "Ta da!"

She half smiled, "Like magic."

"Can you do that with credits?" Ngo asked with a laugh as he entered the kitchen.

"Good question," she looked to him, "Can you?"

He flashed his Corellian grin. "Of course," he said as he handed a lum each to Ngo and Doc.

"Very good, Myn, very," he said as he took his, and opened it on the edge of the counter.

She took the lum, and broke off the cap, using the opener attatched to the counter, then took a long draw. "So, let's see that trick?"

Grabbing a lum for himself, he closed the fridge's door. "Nah," he smiled. "I'm not Circus-boy. Just a sniper." He opened up his lum and sipped from it.

Anreson raised her bottle. "To my new home." Then she took a drink, And the making of new friends....

Ngo smiled, "To your new home."

Myn raised his bottle, following suit. "To your new home, and the parties to follow," he smiled.

"Hmmm," he looked around, "Not a bad idea."

She half chuckled, "When we're not out saving the galaxy, of course," she grinned lopsidedly once again.

She pointed at Ngo, "But you can't bring the grav-sled."

Myn laughed, "I mean... we would use Wedge's, but he'd get kinda mad."

"We could use Antilles'," she smirked and shrugged. "I could get us in there, no sweat."

"Woah," Ngo looked at her as though she'd grown another head.

Myn's jaw dropped, "I'll buy your drinks for a month, if you pull this off."

She raised her bottle of lum and nodded, "You're on."

Sith, she must have Corellian blood in her.... Myn thought to himself. "Okay," he grinned. "Good thing I have money."

She grinned back, "Good thing you do," she agreed. "Because I like expensive drinks."

"So," she looked to Ngo. "You in?"

"Man..." he shook his head, laughing, and took another sip. "What, helping him pay for your drinks?"

"Hey, I never said that I'd buy his drinks!"

"No no, I meant are you going to make a bet on either side?" She looked to Ngo and smirked, "You ARE Corellian, aren't you?"

Wedge and Corran must be a bad influence on her, Myn shook his head and smirked.

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