#spectreoflasan

[call-me-spectre-five]

📜

Zeb: I prevented a murder today. Sabine: Really? How’d you do that? Zeb: Self control.

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[mvchinery]

closed for zeb orrelios / @spectreoflasan​ !

if there’s one thing meetra’s good at, it’s keeping their head in a crisis. they don’t miss a beat throughout the entirety of the chaos, taking the untraceable attackers in stride & helping depa & others beat one into submission with a stolen polearm. now they stride ahead of a cluster of frightened senators they guided out of the rubble, making a beeline for the lasat that seems to be directing traffic. “alright, how are we doing this ? “

[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.”

[call-me-spectre-five]

The sight of the planet ran cold in her blood. For a moment, as the ship dropped from hyperspace, all they could see was Mandalore. The ash, the scars of a scorched planet. Streets overrun with fire, buildings reduced to ash. It was all too familiar. Guilt surged in their blood like it had done then, her breath caught in panic and fear. Without thinking, Sabine clutched onto Zeb, their fur thick underneath her touch. 

“It’s so much worse than I thought.”

If the Mandalorian had held any doubt that Lothal needed their help, it was gone now. There was a half-glance shared, and a moment of understanding passed between the two. There was work to be done, and no time to hesitate.

“Where do we even begin?”

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[delferno]

@spectreoflasan​ asked: “Love is like ghosts; Few have seen it, but everybody talks.”

     A moment passes and Del doesn't speak. At first, he simply doesn't have the words to answer such a statement, considering he, himself has experienced love. The type that grew over time. The type where when he looks at her, he sees everything in bright colors and he simply smiles. She was happiness and home and despite anything that had been a problem thrown their way, they had seemed to handle it rather well together. His heart knew love in the form of Iden and he didn't see it in anyone else. Of course, Del had his moments when he was younger, sleeping around and thinking he had found that magical feeling with random others but no, he had been so very wrong. "I do agree with what you're saying." He nods just then, gaze resting upon the other. "Though, like anything, it is worth the catch. I found love and it is a battle, but it is well worth every ounce of war."

[mvchinery]

"Your secrets are safe with my indifference, Leia."

the smile that lights her face up surprises her slightly, so genuine. "thank you, zeb."

[mvchinery]

📜 (for Adenn)

zeb : you fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. it’s a knife taped to a stick & it’s the ultimate weapon. adenn, not looking up from her book : spear. zeb : BLOCKED.

[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?”