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RAMI MALEK  //  have you met DEL MEEKO yet?  HE/HIM is now THIRTY-FIVE years old CIS MALE HUMAN, originally from CORUSCANT but typically reside on THE CORVUS.  after everything he’s gone through, he now shows loyalty to THE REBELLION.  he is best known for being a REBELLION SOLDIER, & i hear he’s grown pretty COMPASSIONATE yet also RECKLESS at times; i hope he survives the galactic war.

(ARIZONA, 30, CST, SHE/HER)

W A I T I N G: // - 8ABY : MONTH TWO

*Del and Hask are doing something absurdly dangerous* Del: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time! Hask, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

Lando: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Del: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Showing his face even in neutral territory came with risks, especially now that the signal outage made it difficult to call backup. But it also made keeping tabs on rebel activity even more crucial. Hux never expected that this ‘rebel activity’ would involve such a dangerous, high-profile Imperial defector as Del Meeko. That Meeko recognized him was even more unexpected. Hux knew the errant members of Inferno Squad by their files—he’d made sure to review them when he’d crossed paths with Hask—but how did Meeko know him? The rift had deposited Hux in 6 ABY, after Meeko and Versio left the Empire. So had the Rebellion briefed him on Hux’s involvement in the Amidala kidnapping? Or—a convenient, albeit insulting possibility—had Meeko mistaken Hux for his father? He had to gather as much intelligence as possible from this chance meeting.   (That recent events had put Hux in want of a drink, himself, was entirely beside the point.)  

“Tragic that the comms failure prevents me from reporting this incident. I’ll simply have to drown my sorrows, and if a wanted man happens to take the next seat, there is nothing I can do about it.”

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           while there’s been many times where obi-wan had felt useless, nothing compares to the current situation. he had never been technologically inclined, learning only enough to get by, nothing more. but now as he watches the desperate efforts of those who know their way around relays and satellites, obi-wan wishes he had taken something other than history electives. 

          it was clear that the best way to help was to get out of the way, and since he was picking up everyone’s anxiety on top of his own, obi-wan did another of the things he had learned from a young age, tune it all out, shift the focus. so he heads for a cantina that he knows would there won’t be much trouble. he’s debating whether to sit at the bar or a table, when someone waves at him. obi-wan recognizes the man, a friend of luke, after a few seconds it clicks, ❝del, right?❞ obi-wan asks as he approaches the table, ❝of course, is there something on your mind? i mean aside from everything❞ 

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Despite the knowledge that Del does have in the current situation, he wants nothing more than to pull himself out of it. He's helped and put his time and effort into it the last few days but he needed a break. His mind felt overworked and he needed a moment to breath in a place that wouldn't ask him to return to the situation at hand. After all, a cantina meant there was truly nothing to worry about behind it's doors and in the comfort of it's walls. He could get used to the relaxation here, at least, they type it was offering him right now.

One. Del drew a breath. All hell was breaking loose and he wanted nothing more than to scuttle off planet and disappear from whatever the hell this madness was becoming. Two. He knew that he was probably going to have to work on helping get the coms back up. It wasn't something he wanted to do but it was something he was capable of. It was well in his warehouse of tricks to do. Three. He wanted nothing more than to find Iden and run away with her. To keep her at his side and it was the two of them against the galaxies. They could take it. Four. The comms were down and there was nothing anyone could do about it yet. Five. He leans against the metal paneling of the wall near the ship bay. He's tired. It's showing from the circles under his eyes. He wants to sleep for a week. "If you park that there, there's no promises you'll be able to get it out in an hour."

as easy as it was to be wound up about everything that was going on in her life, it was difficult even for her to keep up those defenses when del looked at her so softly. her head tilted slightly, leaning her head into his hand as he reached up to her. “one of us is always in trouble,” iden pointed out, the corner of her lips just twisting up in a slight smile. granted, it was usually her. it was far too often that she threw herself headfirst into trouble, but it was just a part of who she was. he’d known that long before they had been anything romantic. “well, maybe once the comms get up and running. i don’t think it’s wise even for us to stray too far right now, unless it’s supply hunting.” maybe. she wasn’t sure that she was quite committed to the train of thought just yet. “you look like you want something.”

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in a twisted way, one that brought her much more shame than she was ready to talk about, it hurt iden to see how happy del was about everything. she knew logically that he deserved this, to be happy and have something that he wanted, but she was still stuck in her own feelings. it seemed like she couldn’t get out of them. she wanted to, she just didn’t know how. the door swished open and her gaze rose to meet it, the seriousness in her features softening after a beat. “hey,” her knees drew up to her chest, resting her chin on them for a moment. she looked small in a way that versios had never been allowed to be. the datapad was set down as he stroked her cheek, another lead chased after, though it had nothing to do with the comms crisis. she can’t respond to i love you normally. “what, am i in trouble or are you in trouble?”

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@galacticsopens​ location: yavin 4

the tears made aayla’s eyes glassy, as they took in the temple. she stood outside of it, just staring. quickly moving a hand up they brushed away any chance of the tears actually falling. a feeling of being watched tickles at the back of their neck and they look down towards the ground, before looking back up. “is there something i can do to help you??” they ask trying their best to sound unbothered. 

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Thee were few people that Del remembers from his time in the Empire and that was simply because of the rift. The fact that so many new faces had shown up, old and new, Del couldn't keep up with them all but he did make a note of all those that seemed to be rather important. General Hux happened to be one of them. A redhead with a temper and the thought made Del want to laugh at the thought, simply because it just seemed so typical. Of course the redhead with a temper was a general and of course it was Del's luck to run into the other when he just wanted a drink. He just wanted to relax. To take time and let everything that had happen settle in his mind. Things with Iden, Hask being alive again. This new entity of an enemy that no one seemed to have any answers about. "General." He starts, gaze never leaving him. "I do not wish for trouble. Instead, I'd much prefer a truce and a drink."

How long had it been since he'd been back on base? How long until his body would stop feeling like he had just gotten a lightsaber slashed throughout it and started to feel normal again? He mentally shakes his head, no. Now wasn't the time to think of such things and his boots weren't on the flooring of the base. Instead, he was on a planet. Another mission. Another request to take care of. Another battle to e fought. Another set of information logs to be found. He wants a day off. He wants to quit but his heart is too far into it to give up now. Del places a smile upon his face as he happens upon the young soul in front of him. "Excuse me." He starts, keeping his tone even, his gaze on the other. One thing about Del is, he's always on guard. He's always making sure that no matter what he does, he's got one eye peeled out for danger. "I'm looking for a business. The owner and I have something to discuss and I was wondering if you'd be able to help me find that?"

A breath and Del finds himself wandering the streets of Coruscant. Idly trying to find a place to not be around others. A place for a drink where he won't be bothered. A place that would be easy to be lost in the crowd. He needs time to think. He needs time to let everything sink in. He's still recovering from his injuries, even as he walks into a cantina. The atmosphere is loud. People don't turn to even acknowledge that he's stepped inside. Instead, they just go about their conversations, talking, drinking, laughing, eating and he's able to walk up to an empty table in the back, taking a seat. He doesn't plan on being spotted or recognized, at least, not until he spots the Jedi. There's a moment where he tries to talk himself out of it but it doesn't work or last long, considering he's waving down the other. "Obi-Wan? Mind if we sit and have a conversation over a few drinks?"

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there was likely no one in iden’s life that would have suggested that she was an emotional person. when she had been five years old, her father had offered her a lesson that she had held inside of her for far too long: versios don’t cry. she had cried the night her mother left, at five years old, and gone another seventeen years before she shed any tears again, once she had learned about her mother’s death – already buried, their last real conversation under a lie, being called a disappointment. she hadn’t cried since. she hadn’t wanted to, until now. but that kind of weakness and vulnerability wasn’t something that she could allow, especially not in the middle of a crisis, a goddamn terrorist attack. the only thing that she could hone it into was anger, frustration, rage. those were feelings that she had always been much more familiar with, something accepted by garrick versio, so long as it was utilized for action. it was the anger that spoke now: at hask, at her father, her mother, and herself. “this isn’t a happy moment, del!” she snapped at him, finally pulling away from the embrace roughly and taking a step back. this wasn’t something that she could focus on right now, she wasn’t sure that she would ever be able to face it. both hands curled into tight fists, ignoring the painful ache of their left arm. “hask has to die.” there was no mercy left to offer him. maybe del could, but she didn’t have it left inside of her. forgiveness had never come naturally to her. “regardless of whatever those things were. i don’t care. i don’t know who or what he’s involved with now, but he’s too dangerous to be left alive.” precisely what the empire said about them after they had defected.

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   Mon smiled when Del accepted her offer. She wanted to be surrounded by people she considered competent, who she could trust. While Iden fit both of that criteria, she didn’t know if Iden would be the type to serve in an a advisory capacity. “I have a deep respect for you, for choosing to leave the Empire, for serving as admirably within the Rebellion and now the New Republic, and because I believe you have a vision for where the galaxy can go, what it can be, and how the New Republic can best serve it. Letting out a soft sigh after she said that, “However, that does not mean that the New Republic is without enemies, and I will need a strong military team in place to help us prepare for any threats. I have a few trust Admirals, and Generals that I can rely on, but I also need people who have seen the Empire at it’s worst, and now what true evil is capable of. You also have the distinction of having been on both sides of an imperial blaster, a distinction not many people I trust have.” 

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