The Fury class starship was in a frantic yet excited mood. Birthdays were always an exciting time especially if you hadn't celebrated in 5 years.

Quinn looked over the ship, his eyes scanning for any oddities that he could find. He had never expected he would be planning his master's "birthday" as Vette had called it, but Quinn was content if it made his master respect him more.

Vette scurried across the holo room to stand next to him. She stared at the beautifully wrapped birthday gifts and balloons that followed.

"For a stuffy dull old captain you really know how to throw a party," said Vette approvingly as she headed towards the punch bowl.

"First off I'm not stuffy and I am certainly not old," snapped Quinn," Even I am intelligent on such matters such as "birthdays"."

"Have you ever celebrated Captain," asked Vette curiously as she poured some Juma Juice into her drink.

"Of course not," replied Quinn.

"Then how are you so good at it."

"As I have already told you, I am knowledgeable on such things," replied Quinn slightly annoyed.

"Doubt it," said Vette.

Quinn was becoming more irratated," I am not a child."

"You calling every being in the galaxy children," replied Vette who began to fill a plate with food.

"When are you going to stop asking me questions", sighed Quinn.

"Till, you tell me your big secret.

Quinn was silent for a moment, cursing in his mind.

"I don't have to entertain you with such knowledge," said Quinn dismissively as he turned to a box of decorations that sat in the corner of the room.

"So, you do have a secret," replied Vette.

Quinn paused with a loud sigh ,and turned to Vette who stood chomping on trail mix as if she were a gundark.

"Fine," said Quinn face palming as he walked over to Vette.

"So,where did you learn to throw birthday parties", asked Vette curiously.

"I was 15 when I last threw a party," said Quinn almost hurting.

Vette nodded attentively.

"It was a wonderful afternoon on Dromund Kass and my friends had showered me with an array of decorations and celebration. It was a truly momentous occasion."

"Called a birthday party," interjected Vette.

"Would you let me talk," said Quinn irritably," Anyways it was like any party except there was one person there who I had not recognized."

"Who was it?"

"My biological father."

Vette raised an eyebrow ," You were adopted?"

Quinn turned to face the holo terminal," He had wanted me to reunite with the rest of our family and had especially wanted me to meet my brother. I turned him away after believing I had been abandoned by him."

"Yeah", said Vette sheepishly.

Quinn continued," Other than that portion, the party was a success. It was what happened after that I decided that I wouldn't throw a party again."

"Oh", replied Vette curiously.

"My father was killed during an encounter with a runaway slave. He was a Cipher agent for Imperial Intelligence. It was just a day after my birthday."

Then the room was silent and Vette looked up at Quinn with comforting eyes.

"That's a tough break, I'm sorry," said Vette sympathetically.

"I don't want you pity," said Quinn tiredly," I have something to do if you don't mind."

"Sure", replied Vette.

Quinn walked into his quarters and reached into a small compartment above the ship's controls. He pulled out a small journal the size of his palm. He wrote quickly....

Dear Diary,

Vette and I talked today. It was about petty parties and it grew into a conversation about my past. I wish Vette and I..... Could be together. But, I cannot even get over my past. I am once again alone on my birthday.

Until next time, Malavai Ardon Quinn

Quinn slipped the diary back into the compartment, straightened his uniform, and walked out into the holo room, alone.