spectre four

IDRIS ELBA // have you met GARAZEB ORRELIOS yet? HE/THEY are now a 49 year old LASAT DEMIGUY, originally from LASAN but typically resides on YAVIN IV / THE GHOST. after everything they’ve gone through, he shows loyalty to THE REBELLION. they are best known for being a REBEL COMMANDER, and i hear he’s grown pretty DAUNTLESS yet also ORNERY at times; i hope they survive the galactic war. (FRIDAY, 31, CST, THEY/XE)

[original intro]   +   [tags]   +   #meta   +   #ask meme   +   #ooc

   Tevus chuckled at Zeb’s joke. The idea of some of the other senators actually wanting him there was quite amusing. “Actually believe it or not,I was kicked out of the senate chambers. I can’t believe it, but apparently some of my fellow Senators don’t actually like me all that much.” Tevus laughed when the other joked that he was actually supposed to be the new model that replaced the Lasat. “Hey, I am sure we still have the best fighters, bad rations, crappy bases, and a little bit of hope can bargain for. As for either one of us being the new model, thats a terrifying idea, you’re old, and I’m made from spare parts now. I hope the Defense Fleet has options ten times better than either of us.” 

Cody hummed in thought and ran through the planets he knew in his mind “Does anyone, Republic or Imperial, have any sort of connection with the Chiss? I don’t know a lot about them, but they’re far enough outside of charted space that they might have some idea.” he offered. 

“First things first, we’ve gotta find an easier way to take them down. Recover a body or something of the sort.” he mused “The fact that the Jedi had such a difficult time against them is highly concerning.” he said, pausing for a moment “I’ll be honest, we were trained to rely on our Jedi. I’m a competent soldier on the battlefield, I wouldn’t have made Marshall Commander otherwise, but I don’t even know where to start with these.” he admitted. He hated admitting a weakness like that, but he knew it was necessary. 

“Imps used to have a Chiss Grand Admiral. Thrawn.”  Zeb scowled at the memory of his old enemy.  “He’s history though. Vanished. Far as I know he’s off in Wild Space somewhere, or dead.”  They hoped it was the latter. A terrible thought hit him.  “Karabast. Hope he’s not out there helping them. Wouldn’t put it past him. He’s ruthless enough. But until Intel tells me otherwise, the bastard’s dead.”

Zeb liked to think he had a keen eye, especially when it came to spotting the kinds of things others tried to sweep under the rug. Like the children tending the fathier stables—kids that clearly weren’t making much of a wage, or more likely none at all. Zeb noticed someone else looking the same direction.  “Noticed them too, huh?”

“Not the worst way to pass an afternoon.”  Zeb settled in next to the other Rebellion veteran, offering her one of the minty amber cocktails that server droids were wheeling all over the place. They sipped their own and watched the fathiers run the track below.  “Tell you the truth, though, rather be down there myself than just watching. Karabast, I've flown a TIE with my feet, figure I could outrace a few jockeys.”

Something  like  that.  Eli  raised  his  brows,  but  didn’t  ask  for  any  kind  of  elaboration.  He  didn’t  think  Kallus  would  be  too  happy  with  him  going  through  his  personal  business.  Even  with  his  defection,  he  didn’t  think  Kallus  was  someone  that  he  wanted  to  meet  on  a  bad  day.  He  chuckled  at  their  words,  shaking  his  head,  “  We  didn’t,  not  really.  But  my  ship  was……  Well,  it  was  different.  “  The  way  Thrawn  ran  his  crew  had  always  been  very  different  from  Imperial  leadership.  He  only  knew  now  that  it  had  little  to  do  with  The  Chiss  and  all  to  do  with  their  admiral.  “  He  wasn’t  a  friend  though,  not  really.  I  didn’t  think  he  had  friends  at  all  until  now.  “  he  eyed  them  again,  lips  pressed  together.  Eli  guessed  The  Rebellion  had  changed  the  ISB  agent  a  lot  more  than  he  would  have  thought.  It  was  a  fair  question,  one  that  he  had  expected  immediately.  “  Do  ya  know  how  they  treat  defectors  in  The  Empire  ?  They  would  quiet  that  I  left,  leave  everything  to  question.  No  one  would  encourage  that  kind  of  behavior.  Even  talkin’  about  it  would  mean  someone  could  think  they  were  doing  the  right  thing  too,  be  inspired  by  me.  But  if  they  saw  me,  I’d  be  dead.  Probably  real  slowly.  It  would  be  a  story  told  among  recruits,  most  likely  from  small  outer  space  words  like  mine,  to  scare  people  into  obedience.  Your  friend  Kallus  ?  He  made  it  longer  than  most  do  cause  of  how  smart  he  is.  I  don’t  have  any  friends  to  tell.  “  

“Different how?”  Zeb’s one eye darkened. Kallus had mentioned that Eli worked for Grand Admiral Thrawn. After everything he’d down to Lothal, Hera, Kallus, Ezra... that blue bastard was Zeb’s least favorite Imp by a long shot. Still disappeared off into Wild Space as far as they knew, and good enough for him. The only way Zeb would ever be happy to see him alive is if it meant he got to kill him. So the way Eli described working for Thrawn would tell Zeb a lot about his character. 

ahsoka can’t help but laugh at the comment, nodding her head. “in a way, definitely. though.. it’s nice to see all the work we put in wasn’t for nothing, right?” she offers with a smile, hoping it gives zeb some sort of comfort with the situation. she knows it had for her. “it’s something else. there’s.. so many people here i was so sure i’d never see again. it’s encouraging, even if - a little bit of a surprise. now we just need to make sure we fold the.. old into the new, that we don’t make the same mistakes we had before.”

Sabine felt the familiar weight of her ori’vod’s hand on their shoulder, the words of assurance giving her something steady to focus on. The thought of how many friends they’d lost the last few years…it made her stomach churn. Looking in their green eye, Sabine knew Zeb could feel it, too. The sickness of losing a planet, of losing a people…gods, the losses never seemed to stop. But, they had to try, right? That’s what it was all about, what their rebel family had convinced the young Mandalorian of in times like this.

“Yeah, you’re, uh. You’re right, Zeb. Lothal has always pulled through. This time isn’t any different.”

But it was– the last few weeks, Sabine couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. First Hapes, now this…and similar attacks across the galaxy, if word-of-mouth could be trusted. It was terrifying, even to someone who was raised in the creed of war.

“We, uh. Should we start with stabilizing the injured?”

“Right. Better patch up anybody who made it through this kriffing mess.”  Zeb nodded at Sabine’s suggestion. Together they tracked down a cluster of survivors who’d gathered on the fringes of the area that had been scorched nauseatingly clean. There were a few wounded who could be helped by the first aid supplies they’d had on board, but Zeb saw immediately that Lothal was going to need a lot more than they had with them: more medical supplies, more food, more more. 

Though they could tell their reassurance had made some difference, and hells knew Sabine could keep it together when they had to, Zeb sensed the situation was still weighing on them as they worked. He muttered something vague about searching for other survivors to the huddled group around him and stepped aside to speak with her.  “Uh, we should probably round up anybody else who hasn’t made it over here, but....”  They faltered. He’d had more than a few anguished questions about who are these vong and why did they do this to us, questions he had no answers for.  “Karabast. People keep asking me what the hells happened, and who’s gonna protect them now if they come back. ... I don’t know what to tell them. How, uh, how you holding up?”

         obi-wan found himself agreeing with a nod, a small smile on his face, as much as he wished that others across the galaxy would not carry such a burden, there was something about everyone sharing the same feelings, maybe together they could have a chance. ❝a pleasure to meet you zeb orrelios❞ obi-wan said walking closer to the lasat. ❝not quite jedi business, but it is force related❞ obi-wan gestured towards one of the chairs in the room, he had no idea if the conversation was going to be long or he would be immediately be sent on his way, but he had to try to find some information. 

          ❝a good friend of mine, a fellow jedi master, he told me about the ashla❞ obi-wan smiled fondly as he thought about jaro tapal, ❝i was wondering if you remember from your history or your stories, something about beings with no connection to the force?❞ across the galaxy the force had different names, it meant different things for different cultures, but they were all connected to it, ❝anything helps, no matter how small, bedtime story, lullaby? we often don’t see the importance in the stories we tell our children, yet they often carry the most truth…❞

Zeb frowned when Obi-Wan said he wasn’t here for Jedi business, but it was still Force-related.  “Karabast. Do all you Jedi speak in riddles?”  But they took a seat anyway and listened to Obi-Wan’s request. His ears drooped as he got to the point of it.  “Uh... yeah, don’t know much about the Ashla, myself. Always thought it was just made-up stories, but...”  Zeb averted their gaze. He couldn’t exactly deny its existence when he’d used it—plugged into it—communicated with it?   (However the kriff it worked.)   Without warning, Zeb drew their bo-staff and held it up for the Jedi to see.  “Bo-rifles and Ashla Staffs can use it, or connect to it, somehow. I’m no Jedi, but even I could do it once. With, uh, some help.”  Karabast, Chava would be able to explain all of this mystic stuff so much better. 

straightforward.   he   liked   it.   he   rolled   his   shoulders   and   stared   them   down.   ❛   i   want   you   to   die.   ❜

adenn turns back to their work in progress patch up job, eyeing up the wiring & nodding along as zeb complains about the scavengers — they’re right, honestly, the nerve of some of them is kriffing unbelievable, but she’s all caught up in the wiring. she tenses when they mention family, shoulders stiffening almost imperceptibly. “of course. he’s … he’s strong. & grown up. he’ll be fine.” she clears her throat, trying to properly turn her mind back to the comms, but she can’t quite manage it.

"Yeah, alright. Don't have to be so touchy about it." Zeb rolled their shoulders in an irritated shrug. "All I'm saying's I don't think it'd be a bad idea for you ex-Imperial types to have somebody to talk to about that kind of thing every once in a while. Think it'd be good for Kallus. Didn't mean anything by it."

Cody frowned and hummed in thought for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest “I was able to get a good long look in at them while injured. I guess they didn’t think I was worth the effort at that point.” he said with a snort “The Kaminoans included damn near every species and weapon type in our flash training. Those creatures weren’t in it.”

“We need to find out who they are, where they came from. Considering everyone’s reaction to them, they certainly don’t come from any planet that even remotely had a Republic or Empire presence.” he said, still looking over the holo map “So I’d say our best shot is looking…well, anywhere else.”

Zeb unfolded their arms.  “I was afraid you’d say that. Hell of a lot of space to cover.”  It was the logical next step, so he couldn’t really complain. But they were going to, anyway.  “There’s gotta be a better way to do this than just wandering around uncharted space until we bump into them.... Sniffing around the Corporate Sector's not worth it. They don’t know any more than us and the Imps, and they’d charge a small fortune just to tell us that. Couple of smuggler’s ports might have somebody hanging around who knows something, places like Takodana.”  Zeb silenced a growl. Sernpidal would have fit the bill before the catastrophe.