🔴THEY HAVEN’T BEEN TOO THRILLED WHEN the former First Order pilot came to the General to ask for a personal favor, it was a minor thing really, and Leia… well the woman had known him while he was growing up, she may still be disappointed at him, but for some reason she trusted him enough to let him go. “Just make sure you come back, Poe.” She said using his birth name, a name he hasn’t heard in the lips of anybody for a long time except… except his lips. And now he was gone, and Poe… well Poe has died with him.
Crimson - as he still called himself and corrected anybody who didn’t - abandoned the planet on an orange and black x-wing, Black One they called it, her pilot had died long ago in a mission to try to find Skywalker - killed by Agent Terex, he remembered the drills of it, it has been the news in the First Order plenty of times… Skywalker was dead, and there was no much hope for the Resistance, except for one girl strong in the Force.
The destination of Black One was an arid planet he has not seen in years. Kijimi has never been his favorite spot, but he trusted to find friends there. It didn’t took too long to find Zorii Bliss - new leader of the Spice Runners - his former girlfriend who was surprised to see him back home, especially after hearing he had defected to the Resistance. She didn’t stopped him from getting help from Babu Frik on a very personal mission. Fix Iris, Cardinal’s droid.
Of that is been three weeks now and Crimson had returned to Ajan Kloss as the General had asked him to, he has not gotten out, or was not allowed to get close to a ship which made things worse. The presence of Iris has been helpful from time to time, but despite the droid attempts she was not Cardinal… no one could bring him back to him.
“You should get back inside.” The pilot said to the droid, as he took another long sip of booze he has gotten from the cantina of the base. No one truly approached him except to bark orders at him, some were scared of him, others didn’t want to bother him, Crimson was fine with that. The nights were long, and thus he rarely slept, but sat in the forest - not too far from the base - to drink just as he was doing it now.
Cafnee was rather new to the Resistance-- initially she’d figured perhaps she could avoid getting involved... mind her own business, and everything would be fine. She’d not grasped the sheer destructive capabilities (and the drive to be destructive) that the First Order possessed. An error that wasn’t hers alone, unfortunately, and yet still guilt weighed her down. She figured one lone wroonian wouldn’t have been enough to change what had happened but.
But maybe she could have done something to have at least protect Valoss... Cafnee had already been considering joining up with the Resistance to help in the fight when Zade had managed to get into contact with her and relay the bad news. It was quick and brief, and he informed her it was unlikely she was ever going to see him again, either. It made her anxious, considering how well she knew the man but anything short of trying to track down wherever in the galaxy he’d burrowed down into... well, she wasn’t going to find him easily.
Here, at least, she could help out. Try and provide aid to keep anyone else from suffering at the hands of a group of bullies that believed they had the right to push people around and take whatever they pleased. Plus it provided a bit of a distraction. Nothing major, but... it was something.
When Crimson had arrived she had been curious-- it wasn’t hard to tell the man was suffering. What, exactly, she wasn’t quite certain but he seemed to mostly keep to himself aside from the floating Droid that he’d brought along with him. The pair were inseparable, and that was learned fast and left well enough alone in the end. Considering the amount of eyes that cast wary glances the pair’s way, it was highly unlikely they would be able to pull much of anything if they proved malicious.
Cafnee, despite any input from anyone else that caught her curiously glancing Crimson’s way on occasion, felt a need to at least try and reach out. He... well, she couldn’t help but ache at the factor that the situation hit too close to home as to how she figured her friend was handling Valoss’ death. She had to try.
When she approached, the floating Droid was in the midst of protesting against something-- leaving?, that would make sense. Cafnee watched as Iris seemed to only drift closer to Crimson and beep a string of protests, before hunkering lower to the ground. Only for the Droid to bolt ‘upright’, floating higher and whirling to fixate a glowing red optic on the approaching woman. Cafnee managed a grin, raising the tray with two bowls of food up as if to showcase she’s unarmed when Iris beeped at her.
“I’m not here to cause any trouble,” She offered towards the Droid, before turning bright hues towards Crimson to see how he reacted, “I just figured you looked lonely out here and could at least use some food.”
