by any means possible

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poe had ventured into the cantina , wanting a quick bite to eat and maybe a drink. he had to cut the drinking problem out , but with more extra time on his hands , he figured one with lunch couldn’t hurt. besides , there was a lot less action going on right now since the first order was letting up on the resistance. just another reason he was glad ben was back on the right side of things. 

he sat with his head bent over his plate , just trying to have a peaceful lunch. that couldn’t happen though. of course it couldn’t. the person next to him was asking about someone named poe , with a resistance poster in his hand. sighing , he lifted his head and shook it. “ nope. poe is on lunch break right now , “ he said, feeling just so tired of having to be on all the time. looking up at the other man though , poe shrugged and turned his full attention towards him. “ but i guess i can interrupt my eating. commander poe dameron at your service, “ he said, reaching a hand out to shake it. 

Ordo looked the man up and down, and shook his hand.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to bother. I was just wondering who I might speak to about getting my hands on some of these assholes. Seems like I found him.”

Ordo knew he had to do something. He, being a soldier could taste the unrest in the air everywhere he went. He decided to go and get a drink, though the voice in the back of his head told him that’s a terrible idea. 

He grabbed Kal’s jacket and walked out of his room. The sun stung his eyes and made his head throb worse then it already did. Ordo knew he couldn’t do anything to help the damned first order. The thought of their ‘stormtroopers’ enraged him, made him think of his fallen brothers. The real ones. 

As he was about to walk into the cantina, again, when he noticed a poster on the wall next to the door. 

Ordo felt as though he was losing his mind. He paced up and down the street and kept looking over at the cantina. Papa Kal had always told them to stay away from such places and the things they offered. 

them, he repeated in his mind. His brothers. 

Ordo steeled himself and walked into the cantina, and right up to the bar. He looked around at the other patrons. Ordo felt his cheeks burn under his helmet. He took his helmet off, and ordered a t16, the first drink he could find a name for. 

A pang of guilt jolted through him and he felt a ball of ice in his gut. He closed his eyes and exhaled. Ordo downed the drink in two gulps and ordered another immediately. Kal drank when he needed to think. Maybe it would help him too. His head was already starting to hurt a bit, however. 

Ordo woke screaming and covered in sweat. He looked around he dark room he was laying in, and saw his pack and armor sitting on the floor, and hung on a chair on the other side of his bed was the jacket. Kal’s jacket. and sitting on the seat of the chair was a holopad. 

He sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes. He felt as though he had been asleep for a lifetime. Ordo got up and pulled Kalbuir’s jacket on and picked up the holopad from the chair, sat down and opened it. 

“Besany,” his heart had turned into a ball of ice and sunk into his stomach upon seeing the hologram of her. Fear gripped him at the thought of never being able to see her again. He looked frantically around the room again, looking for clues. 

Ordo stopped, knowing he would never get anywhere like this. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Afterward he got up and pulled his armor on, strapped on his pack, in which he had carefully placed the jacket and the holopad. 

He opened the door and the sun nearly blinded him, through his HUD. He looked around after it had adjusted and tried to discern whether he had been on this particular planet before. 

“I don’t think so,” he said to himself as he walked down the street toward what looked like a mass of people further into town, if you could call it that. The area he had seen was, in fact teeming with a large group of people. Ordo looked around and saw a gigantic tree in the middle of them, with what looked like strips of cloth tied to its branches. After speaking to someone beside him, he learned that it’s the Wishing Tree ceremony. 

Ordo pulled his helmet off, clipped it to his belt, and walked over to one of the vendors selling the strips. After paying for it, he held the red fabric in his hand, looking at it. Hope and a feeling of idiocy filled him at the thought, but, weirder things have happened. Ordo wrote his wish down on the strip, and before tying it to the tree, he looked down at it.

Find Besany, it said