#allegiantson

[versios]

@allegiantson​​   //   gideon hask, continued from here.

her words are expected, repeated response once again from her lips, prompting the same scowl from his own. he couldn't see her, not through the comm, but part of him wanted to, to see if it was anger or regret that flashed across her face. frankly, he wasn't sure which would have hurt more, knowing that she still truly hated him, or knowing that she knew she'd made the wrong choice but - as always - remained staunchly stubborn in her conviction, in her decision.

"it all." he laughs low, shaking his head. "iden, we both know the only thing you had left was me and del." seyn hadn't been a part of their team for years, and iden had stopped caring for her father by the time she'd met gideon.

there was a part of him, too, that wanted what he'd said to be true, that iden truly had only had him and del left, as horrible as that sounded. because they were all hask had ever had, the closest thing to family he'd ever known. he'd always thought he shared that with iden - and maybe, if he still did, he could make her see reason. finally see reason. well, he was nothing if not persistent - yet another thing he'd learned from her.

it’s true. inferno squad had been all iden had for years. hask her best friend since they were teens, del one of the few people alive with the temperament to handle them both in a ship that never quite seemed big enough between the two of them. she’d tried to save her father at the end, but... it hadn’t been about him. she’d wanted him to see that she was right, to prove herself. she had, in a sense, but it hadn’t come to the satisfying conclusion that she had hoped for.

maybe that was why she wasn’t motivated to do the same for him. there was nothing clean about any of this. there never would be.

“not anymore.” iden was certain he’d assume she was referring to his loss and not what she had gained. they both knew making friends did not come naturally to her. she sighed, her head dropping and pinching the bridge of her nose. “what do you think is going to happen here? you’re not stupid enough to think that i would drop everything, leave del, just because you asked.” tracking her, maybe. that was fine. she could handle that. “are you sure you’re not the one wanting to get out before it really kills you?”

[versios]

“I cannot hold back the tide of your bad decisions.“

( from hask )

the words set off a mixture of rage and sadness. it’s a sadness that she wasn’t used to feeling around him, and as much as she wanted to blame it on those goddamn hormones, she did not think that it was that simple. it was a simple, painful truth: iden did not want to care for gideon hask and she did. “no, you can’t.” no emotion behind those words, that was reserved solely for her eyes. “it’s a shame you weren’t there when the admiral died, hask. his last sentiment might have shaken even you.”

[leaderen]

Closed Starter | @allegiantson​

Inferno Squad. Kylo had heard of them and their defiance to the Empire. He had heard their legends. Their tales. He knew that eventually, his path would cross with them in his time but now? That was all left in a mystery. Would he have eer the chance to meet the infamous Iden Versio and Del Meeko? Perhaps not but at least Hask was still here. Still loyal. Still wanting to do the Empire's bidding and Kylo had to have a little, small form of respect for that in his heart. Ben, on the other hand, wanted to rip him apart, an interesting turn of events, considering who Ben Solo was and how he tended to act anyways. Still, There's a slightly raise to the corner of his lips underneath the helmet he wears normally, looking Hask over for a second. "General." He greets easily, a slightly raise to an eyebrow, a small urge to want to chuckle but he doesn't. "What can I do for you today? Or perhaps, it's what can you do for me today?"

[versios]

“come with me. leave everything behind.” ( from hask )

the words hurt.

the words really hurt. it had been three and a half years since iden had shot him in the leg and left behind, a little under three since she had incorrectly thought that she had killed him in the endless desert of jakku. three years of anger. gideon had been her best friend. for many years of her life, she’d genuinely thought that he was the only person who cared about her.

maybe he still cared. he had to, didn’t he? if he was saying that. that hurt worse than hate, that hask could say something like that. that he was still willing to give her a chance.

“i’ve already left it all behind, hask.” the empire, her father, had suffocated her for years. the vivacious spark had always been stifled by superiors, but at least inferno squad, when she had been in charge, there had been room to be a person. it had been okay to be excited about a mission, to find enjoyment in the thrill. they had done terrible, awful things, there was no doubt about that. maybe hask didn’t see it that way now, but she did. underneath all of the awful things though, they had been people. family. it wasn’t the same as what she felt for del, but iden had loved him, in their own way. “you included.” 

[swishycapes]

@allegiantson​   //   gideon hask.

“you look like you’ve seen better days, pal.” despite the companionship that lando had with the other members of what he knew as inferno squad, he didn’t recognize the man in front of him. instead, the question came from a place of friendly caution. he was more affected by everything than he was willing to let on just yet.

[versios]

@allegiantson​   //   gideon hask.

this wasn’t the kind of event that iden had ever been comfortable at, having always preferred the practical things in life over anything extravagant, and the fact it reminded her far too much of the kind of person that her father wanted her to be. still, she smiled, did the right thing and acted like she wasn’t irritated. it was just shy of midnight, and she had begun moving through the crowd to find del again. public affection wasn’t her thing, but she didn’t consider herself above a new year’s kiss. dark gaze moved through the sea of faces, but everything inside of her came to a sudden halt. no. she stopped where she stood, eyes boring holes into him. gideon hask was a dead man, she had made sure of that. except... she hadn’t, shot down in the middle of a jakku desert. how?

[generally-scheming]

@allegiantson​  //  attn: Gideon Hask

Hux lingered in a shadowed alley of another Outer Rim spaceport, a lit cigarra his alibi. Never the same port twice — he was far too paranoid for that. It had been harder than anticipated to secure informants under Brendol’s nose, which meant that the bastard other General Hux had stayed alive far longer than Armitage would have preferred. Hopefully the spy he courted last time had survived to report back today.

Right on time for their rendezvous, a figure appeared at the alleyway entrance. Relief flooded his veins. It stopped cold, replaced by recognition. The man before him belonged to the First Order, but he was not Hux’s informant. Gideon Hask had been much older the last time Hux saw him. He had not looked like this since Hux’s earliest childhood memories, when Hask and his father had worked side by side. Hux stomped out his cigarra, his hand casually drifting within reach of his blaster.  “Hask,”  he acknowledged, brisk.  “Who sent you?”