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Garazeb Orrelios. Call me Zeb. Kriff the Empire. (Dependent rp blog for galacticshq)
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ofiloh // TEVUS
Tevus chuckled at Zeb’s joke. The idea of some of the other senators actually wanting him there was quite amusing. “Actually believe it or not,I was kicked out of the senate chambers. I can’t believe it, but apparently some of my fellow Senators don’t actually like me all that much.” Tevus laughed when the other joked that he was actually supposed to be the new model that replaced the Lasat. “Hey, I am sure we still have the best fighters, bad rations, crappy bases, and a little bit of hope can bargain for. As for either one of us being the new model, thats a terrifying idea, you’re old, and I’m made from spare parts now. I hope the Defense Fleet has options ten times better than either of us.”
“Heh. That’s just a sign you’re doing a good job. What’d you do this time?” Zeb’s shoulders heaved with a begrudging chuckle. “Good people, bad budget. Funny how that’s always the way of it. Aren’t you supposed to be doing something about that, Senator?” Despite the sullen edge to his voice, Zeb knew better than to blame Tevus for the Senate’s shortcomings. They knew he’d fight just as hard in the Senate as he had as a pilot. “Face it, they need every washed up old piece of junk they’ve got until we run the last of the Imps out of here. And now the Yuuzhan Vong, too? Retirement’s not coming any time soon for either one of us.”
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“What? No. You’re following me.” Zeb’s ears flattened and gave him away. “Fine, look, maybe I’m keeping an eye out. It’s the only one I’ve got, might as well use it.” They winked with their one eye. Or blinked. He couldn’t really wink anymore.
“So, uh, you getting what you need to out of this thing? Diplomatically, I mean. Weird spread of customers walking around here.” That was putting it diplomatically — by Zeb’s standards, anyway. They didn’t trust any of these monocled and top-hatted high-rollers half as far as they could throw them. “Any of these Imps or corporate types give you trouble, just say the word.” Truthfully, he hoped she would.
Mon knew in the time to come that the Corporate Sector Authority could be a massive ally, or a major hinderance. It was an idea she did not like, but it was a reality she had to deal with. That was why she was not at some silly little race rather than back on Onderon. Perhaps though some good could come of this trip, meetings with Imperial agents, setting the stage for the peace talks, this was after all neutral ground. Something she had made very clear to everyone affiliated with the New Republic and the Rebellion. Smiling when she saw Zeb, who she had almost felt like was hovering around her all night, she approached.
“Have you been following me, Garazeb?”
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commanderxkote // CODY
Cody hummed in thought and ran through the planets he knew in his mind “Does anyone, Republic or Imperial, have any sort of connection with the Chiss? I don’t know a lot about them, but they’re far enough outside of charted space that they might have some idea.” he offered.
“First things first, we’ve gotta find an easier way to take them down. Recover a body or something of the sort.” he mused “The fact that the Jedi had such a difficult time against them is highly concerning.” he said, pausing for a moment “I’ll be honest, we were trained to rely on our Jedi. I’m a competent soldier on the battlefield, I wouldn’t have made Marshall Commander otherwise, but I don’t even know where to start with these.” he admitted. He hated admitting a weakness like that, but he knew it was necessary.
“Imps used to have a Chiss Grand Admiral. Thrawn.” Zeb scowled at the memory of his old enemy. “He’s history though. Vanished. Far as I know he’s off in Wild Space somewhere, or dead.” They hoped it was the latter. A terrible thought hit him. “Karabast. Hope he’s not out there helping them. Wouldn’t put it past him. He’s ruthless enough. But until Intel tells me otherwise, the bastard’s dead.”
Zeb nodded grimly. “Yeah. Tough sons of banthas. Wasn’t just the Jedi having trouble with ‘em, that natural armor’s sturdier than anything I’ve seen this side of beskar. If we knew where they’ll hit next, we could set up traps, try and incapacitate them. Or come at them with numbers. That flash training of yours have any bright ideas for breaking up a strike team like the one on Hapes?”
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Zeb liked to think he had a keen eye, especially when it came to spotting the kinds of things others tried to sweep under the rug. Like the children tending the fathier stables—kids that clearly weren’t making much of a wage, or more likely none at all. Zeb noticed someone else looking the same direction. “Noticed them too, huh?”
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“Not the worst way to pass an afternoon.” Zeb settled in next to the other Rebellion veteran, offering her one of the minty amber cocktails that server droids were wheeling all over the place. They sipped their own and watched the fathiers run the track below. “Tell you the truth, though, rather be down there myself than just watching. Karabast, I've flown a TIE with my feet, figure I could outrace a few jockeys.”
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galaxywon // ELI
Something like that. Eli raised his brows, but didn’t ask for any kind of elaboration. He didn’t think Kallus would be too happy with him going through his personal business. Even with his defection, he didn’t think Kallus was someone that he wanted to meet on a bad day. He chuckled at their words, shaking his head, “ We didn’t, not really. But my ship was…… Well, it was different. “ The way Thrawn ran his crew had always been very different from Imperial leadership. He only knew now that it had little to do with The Chiss and all to do with their admiral. “ He wasn’t a friend though, not really. I didn’t think he had friends at all until now. “ he eyed them again, lips pressed together. Eli guessed The Rebellion had changed the ISB agent a lot more than he would have thought. It was a fair question, one that he had expected immediately. “ Do ya know how they treat defectors in The Empire ? They would quiet that I left, leave everything to question. No one would encourage that kind of behavior. Even talkin’ about it would mean someone could think they were doing the right thing too, be inspired by me. But if they saw me, I’d be dead. Probably real slowly. It would be a story told among recruits, most likely from small outer space words like mine, to scare people into obedience. Your friend Kallus ? He made it longer than most do cause of how smart he is. I don’t have any friends to tell. “
“Different how?” Zeb’s one eye darkened. Kallus had mentioned that Eli worked for Grand Admiral Thrawn. After everything he’d down to Lothal, Hera, Kallus, Ezra... that blue bastard was Zeb’s least favorite Imp by a long shot. Still disappeared off into Wild Space as far as they knew, and good enough for him. The only way Zeb would ever be happy to see him alive is if it meant he got to kill him. So the way Eli described working for Thrawn would tell Zeb a lot about his character.
“Nah, you’re right. Not real ones. Made him easy to recruit. Didn’t even do it on purpose, to be honest.” Zeb’s glare relented when Eli turned the subject back to Kallus. A queasy mix of sympathy and displeasure turned their stomach, as it always did when they thought of Kallus’s days with the Empire. He took in Eli’s words with a grim, knowing look. The way the Empire scared its fresh-faced recruits into compliance was so different from the family Zeb had found among the Rebellion. Not to mention that any guard captain who’d led that way on Lasan would have been drop-kicked to escape velocity. “Sounds like the kriffin’ Empire. But friends aren’t the only reason to talk and we both know it.” Before they answered any questions, they had to know what made him tick. “So why’d you leave? Must’ve been something good to risk that slow death.”
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At his old comrade’s voice, Zeb gladly turned from his argument with Chopper about maintenance on the Ghost. “Karabast, if it isn’t Tevus Danohi. They letting you out of the senate chambers these days? Better make a break for it before they get their paws on you again, kid.” With a gruff chuckle, they clapped a large hand on Tevus’s shoulder. He glanced back at the scrappy assortment of ships that constituted the New Republic fleet and shrugged. “Eh, you know how it is, they take what they can get. Especially these days. And very funny, but you were supposed to be the new model they replaced me with. Can’t get rid of me that easy, though.”
Tevus was working on his ship that he kept near the rest of the New Republic’s fleet, due to it technically still being classified as a part of the fleet despite his own retirement from the NRDF. He heard the all too familiar voice of fellow Rebel, Zeb, a big smile growing on his face, not sure if he would be remembered from the other’s own experiences, he couldn’t help but approach the other being.
“Zeb are they still letting you fly these old things? They haven’t found a new model to replace you with yet?”
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inspiringgreatness // AHSOKA
ahsoka can’t help but laugh at the comment, nodding her head. “in a way, definitely. though.. it’s nice to see all the work we put in wasn’t for nothing, right?” she offers with a smile, hoping it gives zeb some sort of comfort with the situation. she knows it had for her. “it’s something else. there’s.. so many people here i was so sure i’d never see again. it’s encouraging, even if - a little bit of a surprise. now we just need to make sure we fold the.. old into the new, that we don’t make the same mistakes we had before.”
“Yeah. Good to see the Empire run off with its tail between its legs. Good to know it paid off.” Zeb returns her smile with a half-chuckle. Not the same as being there, but it’s what they’d been fighting for in the first place, right? And having Kanan and Ezra back is more than they could have hoped for. His ears twitch as she continues. “Yeah... word from those future kids running around the place that we didn’t do such a bang-up job of that. Sure hope we can change it. But none of ‘em could have been here the first time around, so... guess it already has changed. Uh... right?”
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call-me-spectre-five // SABINE
Sabine felt the familiar weight of her ori’vod’s hand on their shoulder, the words of assurance giving her something steady to focus on. The thought of how many friends they’d lost the last few years…it made her stomach churn. Looking in their green eye, Sabine knew Zeb could feel it, too. The sickness of losing a planet, of losing a people…gods, the losses never seemed to stop. But, they had to try, right? That’s what it was all about, what their rebel family had convinced the young Mandalorian of in times like this.
“Yeah, you’re, uh. You’re right, Zeb. Lothal has always pulled through. This time isn’t any different.”
But it was– the last few weeks, Sabine couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. First Hapes, now this…and similar attacks across the galaxy, if word-of-mouth could be trusted. It was terrifying, even to someone who was raised in the creed of war.
“We, uh. Should we start with stabilizing the injured?”
“Right. Better patch up anybody who made it through this kriffing mess.” Zeb nodded at Sabine’s suggestion. Together they tracked down a cluster of survivors who’d gathered on the fringes of the area that had been scorched nauseatingly clean. There were a few wounded who could be helped by the first aid supplies they’d had on board, but Zeb saw immediately that Lothal was going to need a lot more than they had with them: more medical supplies, more food, more more.
Though they could tell their reassurance had made some difference, and hells knew Sabine could keep it together when they had to, Zeb sensed the situation was still weighing on them as they worked. He muttered something vague about searching for other survivors to the huddled group around him and stepped aside to speak with her. “Uh, we should probably round up anybody else who hasn’t made it over here, but....” They faltered. He’d had more than a few anguished questions about who are these vong and why did they do this to us, questions he had no answers for. “Karabast. People keep asking me what the hells happened, and who’s gonna protect them now if they come back. ... I don’t know what to tell them. How, uh, how you holding up?”
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jedixcode // OBI-WAN
obi-wan found himself agreeing with a nod, a small smile on his face, as much as he wished that others across the galaxy would not carry such a burden, there was something about everyone sharing the same feelings, maybe together they could have a chance. ❝a pleasure to meet you zeb orrelios❞ obi-wan said walking closer to the lasat. ❝not quite jedi business, but it is force related❞ obi-wan gestured towards one of the chairs in the room, he had no idea if the conversation was going to be long or he would be immediately be sent on his way, but he had to try to find some information.
❝a good friend of mine, a fellow jedi master, he told me about the ashla❞ obi-wan smiled fondly as he thought about jaro tapal, ❝i was wondering if you remember from your history or your stories, something about beings with no connection to the force?❞ across the galaxy the force had different names, it meant different things for different cultures, but they were all connected to it, ❝anything helps, no matter how small, bedtime story, lullaby? we often don’t see the importance in the stories we tell our children, yet they often carry the most truth…❞
Zeb frowned when Obi-Wan said he wasn’t here for Jedi business, but it was still Force-related. “Karabast. Do all you Jedi speak in riddles?” But they took a seat anyway and listened to Obi-Wan’s request. His ears drooped as he got to the point of it. “Uh... yeah, don’t know much about the Ashla, myself. Always thought it was just made-up stories, but...” Zeb averted their gaze. He couldn’t exactly deny its existence when he’d used it—plugged into it—communicated with it? (However the kriff it worked.) Without warning, Zeb drew their bo-staff and held it up for the Jedi to see. “Bo-rifles and Ashla Staffs can use it, or connect to it, somehow. I’m no Jedi, but even I could do it once. With, uh, some help.” Karabast, Chava would be able to explain all of this mystic stuff so much better.
“But that’s the point of the Ashla, right? Or Force. It connects to everything, or is everything, or, I don’t know. Not really my area. I guess... we’d tell the kids scary stories, y’know, to keep ‘em in line. That there were creatures so evil that not even the Ashla would touch them, and that was supposed to mean they don’t have a soul. Boogeyman stuff, you know?” Some nights when he’d lie awake, after Lasan, when he’d been afraid of what he’d see when he closed his eyes... he’d wondered if that had meant the Imps. Zeb shook their head brusquely. “Just made-up stories.”
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@finitefm // BOBA, from x.
straightforward. he liked it. he rolled his shoulders and stared them down. ❛ i want you to die. ❜
Zeb chuckled. The kid had guts. “Walked right into that one. Heh. Can’t let you do that, though.” They put themself between him and the cargo and cracked their knuckles. (Hands and feet.)
#finitefm#c: boba fett#ask meme#// what is the cargo? idk#// no need to reply unless you want to#// this was too fun to leave alone lol
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Zeb tries not to reveal too much self-satisfaction in his grin, but he already feels like he’s won when Kallus asks the question. “Right, so, here’s the plan,” they begin, casually lobbing a balloon full of shaving cream at him — it’s an easy catch, no worries, right? “Ezra’s on a supply run. I put meilooruns on the list and there’s no way he’s finding any, right? Heh. Wrong!” Zeb slides a bucket into the space between them. More orange balloons wobble inside, each dappled with red paint to match the fruit’s natural coloration. “We sneak these up onto a high shelf, rig it to fall, boom. I just need somebody who’s, you know, not obviously a Lasat to put ‘em in place.” Foolproof. But he knows it’s a stretch for Kallus, so he can’t help the sheepish way he scratches at the back of his neck, even if it leaves red paint in his fur.
The scene before him is a little ridiculous, but it doesn’t stop the beginnings of a smile from lifting up his lips. That particular lesson, Garazeb had been trying to teach him for a long time. The whole Ghost Crew had, really. He arched a brow, walking past the doorway of his quarters, putting down his things on the sparsely decorated desk. The whole room was bare, really. Zeb made it brighter just by being themself. “ What do you have in mind ? “ he found himself asking, settling into the wooden desk chair.
“There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t act childish at times, Kallus.“ @spectreoflasan
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mvchinery // ADENN
adenn turns back to their work in progress patch up job, eyeing up the wiring & nodding along as zeb complains about the scavengers — they’re right, honestly, the nerve of some of them is kriffing unbelievable, but she’s all caught up in the wiring. she tenses when they mention family, shoulders stiffening almost imperceptibly. “of course. he’s … he’s strong. & grown up. he’ll be fine.” she clears her throat, trying to properly turn her mind back to the comms, but she can’t quite manage it.
Ah... karabast. Adenn’s momentary pause is enough for Zeb to know he’s fucked up. “Never knew a Mando who didn’t know how to handle a crisis. And from what I hear that kid has no problem looking after himself. Got that from you, probably.” Most of what Zeb knows about Korkie they’ve heard through Sabine rather than Adenn, but they don’t blame her — she’s never been overly chatty about personal stuff, and it’s a weird situation. At least Zeb doesn’t have time traveling kids to worry about. (Right? Or... karabast, how would he know if they’re from the future? No — nope. Not even gonna think about it.) Zeb finishes soldering a wire into place and holds up a piece of scrap to distract the both of them. “Think I’ve got the transmitter cleaned up on this little nerf herder. Wanna give it a test run?”
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“And still, I survive.” – iden
"Yeah, alright. Don't have to be so touchy about it." Zeb rolled their shoulders in an irritated shrug. "All I'm saying's I don't think it'd be a bad idea for you ex-Imperial types to have somebody to talk to about that kind of thing every once in a while. Think it'd be good for Kallus. Didn't mean anything by it."
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📜 from Mon
Zeb: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a donut...
Mon: You would eat yourself?
Zeb: I wouldn’t even question it.
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commanderxkote // CODY
Cody frowned and hummed in thought for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest “I was able to get a good long look in at them while injured. I guess they didn’t think I was worth the effort at that point.” he said with a snort “The Kaminoans included damn near every species and weapon type in our flash training. Those creatures weren’t in it.”
“We need to find out who they are, where they came from. Considering everyone’s reaction to them, they certainly don’t come from any planet that even remotely had a Republic or Empire presence.” he said, still looking over the holo map “So I’d say our best shot is looking…well, anywhere else.”
Zeb unfolded their arms. “I was afraid you’d say that. Hell of a lot of space to cover.” It was the logical next step, so he couldn’t really complain. But they were going to, anyway. “There’s gotta be a better way to do this than just wandering around uncharted space until we bump into them.... Sniffing around the Corporate Sector's not worth it. They don’t know any more than us and the Imps, and they’d charge a small fortune just to tell us that. Couple of smuggler’s ports might have somebody hanging around who knows something, places like Takodana.” Zeb silenced a growl. Sernpidal would have fit the bill before the catastrophe.
He hesitated a moment, but—no, this was important. “Lira San’s far out from the Republic and Empire. I could... ask around. See if anyone’s seen anything like that. Long shot, though.” They didn’t want to risk Lira San getting dragged into war, but asking around a bit couldn’t hurt. “In the meantime, we’ve got to assume they’re coming back. We need to be ready. Got any bright ideas?”
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sacreficied // KANAN
kanan laughed easily, his arms folding across his chest. “nah, they managed to leave that part out of it. can’t imagine why,” he replied back with an easy quip. he knew how dark of a place he had gone to, after losing his vision –– he’d pulled away from the rest of them. it’s not the same here, but he wanted to make sure that zeb didn’t give into that temptation, if it was there for them. he elbowed back into the light shove. “i can’t make it too easy for you. sounds like you could use a challenge, anyway, besides whatever hell you’ve been getting from kallus.”
“Probably didn’t want to rub it in,” Zeb teased. They knew Kanan was there if they needed him, but they were relieved he wasn’t pushing a serious talk about this. Kanan had his stubborn moments—karabast, they both did, Zeb would cop to that—but he also knew when to say when with this stuff. (Usually.)
Zeb’s ears twitched at his next comment. “Nah, it’s been, uh, you know. Radio silence from ol’ Fulcrum lately.” He knew Kallus had been avoiding him, he just didn’t know if it was because of the kiss they’d shared on Life Day or the hell that broke loose afterward. “But sure, I wouldn’t say no to a good challenge. Let me know when you find someone who can give me one.”
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