New doors
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.
“Resistance,” he read to himself. He kept the poster and walked inside and right up to the bar, and ordered a drink. As he waited he looked around and then asked the barkeep, “Do you know who this Poe guy is? Or where I can find him,”
