#ft. garazeb orrelios

[versios]

@spectreoflasan​​   //   garazeb orrelios.

“Then we’re gonna get along just fine.” A squad of Imperial remnant soldiers? Yeah, Zeb had no problem blowing that out of the sky. He eyed the ex-Imperial who’d spoken from his spot in the co-pilot’s seat, where he reclined with his hands braced behind his neck. Like any member of the Rebellion, Zeb lent a little extra scrutiny to any Imperial defector, but they were quicker than most to let present action wash away past sins. Besides, Kallus apparently thought well of Iden, and Kallus was a pretty good judge of character   (at least, Zeb liked to think so).

“Real middle of nowhere, this place.” Zeb waved a big paw at the planet lit up on their star chart. Some pit stop on the very edge of the Outer Rim, nearly into the Unknown Regions. “What’s the Empire want with it?”

there wasn’t as much tension in the air between them as iden might have thought there to be. they didn’t exactly know each other, except that she felt like she did. not through any real interaction with him, but because of the things that she had heard through kallus. he wasn’t a mushy guy by any means, but it’d been about as clear that there was something between the two of them as it had been clear that there was something between her and del ( even if she’d remained oblivious to that for longer than she wanted to admit to ). at least he didn’t seem to be too uptight.

“privacy from the new republic,” she suggested with an idle shrug. “everything we know about the first order has them in the outer rims and unknown regions. we’ve recovered some maps of the unknown region that the empire was keeping secret at the end of the war.”

[versios]

“Dude, sucking at something is the first step towards being sort of good at something.”

“i don’t suck at this.” iden huffed out, slightly out of breath and entirely unwilling to admit it. mechanics and engineering had always been del’s specialty – she was proficient, but not excellent. rolling out from where she’d been working on the ship’s comm systems, she grimaced slightly, pulling at how her shirt hung at her frame uselessly. “you want to give it a hand?”

[sacreficied]

@spectreoflasan sent  ...  📜 for kanan !

[sacreficied]

@spectreoflasan​   //   ​zeb orrelios.

“hera said you lost an eye.” all things considered, especially feeling a portion of what hera was currently enduring, most of their crew had come out relatively unscathed. it’s something to feel grateful for: the loss, the pain, the grief had been consuming when the worst of the attack had ended. getting heavy with it wasn’t something he felt ready for, and he knew his relationship with hera was clouding his perspective, his priorities. “sounds like you’re halfway to becoming me.”

[sacreficied]

@spectreoflasan​   //   garazeb orrelios.

“i heard about what happened with invisec.” kanan didn’t remember hearing that much about master secura as a child –– which was not unusual given the size of the order, though their name was still familiar. most of his concern had been with zeb, truthfully. it was odd, in a way, that he was grateful that he was not the only one who had displaced by all of this –– though he considered them all quite lucky that zeb had not faced a fate similar to his own. hera and the others had already lost more than enough. still, he was careful not too demonstrate too much of that emotion on his exterior, a small furrow caught between his brows, but otherwise maintaining a stoic air.

“are you okay?” it’s a little more direct than what he might have normally gone for, but also given everything in the last few months... it still felt appropriate. the war didn’t seem quite as over as had been presented in this time, but it no longer seemed as straightforward as the empire and the rebellion.