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[rebirth]

• Rey
• Cress't

• 
  35 ABY
  JUNDLAND WASTES
  LARS HOMESTEAD
  TATOOINE
  
  No matter the generation, all roads led back to Tatooine.
  
  What had started it all was Anakin Skywalker. The boy who grew up to be the chosen one was at one point no more than a slave boy—forced into this life when his mother birthed him into the harsh desert world. A number of things had happened since then. Too many to go into detail, in fact. But one thing was for certain: Rey was doing everything she could to put an end to it.
  
  It wasn't that she disliked the Skywalkers. In fact, they were the closest thing she had to family, but the point that they were gone still stood. Sure they lived on in her as long as she honored their memory, and she took consolation in that fact, but all things had to come to an end. It's why she took to burying Anakin and Leia's lightsabers at the Lars Homestead.
  
  The Old Jedi, the New Jedi, the Skywalker family, they were all casualties in a never-ending war of misdirection and the avoidable. The Jedi girl knelt before that old, decrepit sandstone structure had vowed to end the war, break the cycle. And perhaps in a way she already had; Ben Solo had sacrificed himself for her, sacrificed his entire bloodline to bring her back from the dead. A final notion of good faith, something Rey had always tried to see within the boy.
  
  And now there was balance in the Force. Finally, after decades of fighting, decades of oppression, the Jedi and Republic were allowed to flourish, to rebuild, to heal.
  
  Balance. Rey stared into the blade of her own lightsaber as a child would with a new toy, or a woodworker with their newest creation. The blocky cylindrical hilt filled her hand and she waved it around, taking in the fact that it was hers. Its yellow beam focused upwards through the hilt's inner machinations and out of the emitter, resulting in a constant low hum to be heard. She'd made the hilt herself before her duel with Kylo Ren on Kef Bir, but unfortunately lacked the Kyber Crystal needed to power the blasted thing. Now she had it; now, she was a Jedi.
  
  A few minutes drifted by like the faint breeze before Rey was able to move on. She stared at the two Skywalker lightsabers, before finally burying them in the sand, allowing the dunes of Luke's home to retake them. It was where they belonged now. In the past.
  
  Finally she rose and breathed a sigh, clipping the black hilt to her belt and turning to face the speeder that she'd expertly picked out from one of the market stalls in town. Credits were sparse, but this was important, and it was only a rental after all. The piece of junk was nowhere near worth the same amount as if she'd just bought it and Rey was a stickler for saving credits in these situations.
  
  The speeder was an older model for sure. From the looks of it, a 74-Z from the Clone War. Tears and scrapes had been covered up by curved sheet metal, wires protruded from one of its central panels, and rust somehow had formed on the two separate metal beams that connected to its front rudders nearly to the point of them crumbling apart. But it had worked well enough, at least on the way to the rickety old moisture farm, and it seemed at least sufficient to get her back to Mos Eisley. Rey threw a leg over the seat and mounted the speeder bike, thrusting a foot down on its ignition and, after a few tries, it turned on. A purr, although an unhealthy purr, proceeded to fill the air around the vehicle's engine, accompanied by rattling metal and scraping.
  
  Needless to say this was going to be a nervous ride back.
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  35 ABY
  CORONET CITY
  CORELLIA
  
  Cress't had only been in Coronet City for about an hour, but he already hated this place. To start, nobody could stay still. It seemed like each person the Togruta came across had wanted to leave, whether it was the conversation or the planet in and of itself. Next, he was robbed. Twice. The first time wasn't successful—he'd managed to fry the blasted hoodlum with his sidearm—but the second time he was nearly stabbed, and ended up receiving a black eye. Thankfully only a handful of credits were stolen from his pockets, although it was still a loss, and a major embarassment.
  
  The walk from his ship, the Meridian Hotline, to the old dingy cantina in the middle of Coronet City was more or less eventful in this regard. Though finally when he arrived, he blended in quite well. As Cress't walked through the space where an automatic door had been moments ago, the aura (or perhaps the musk) hit him like he'd just came out of hyperspace after a long trip. The first thing he noticed when he entered was the cantina's dim lighting and low, quiet sound. The place was moderately full of various scums, ranging from criminal types to smugglers to more, but it retained an almost private feel.
  
  He took a seat at the counter and placed a single small, rectangular chip onto the counter. An Imperial Credit.
  "Ardees, please."
  
  
  
  

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Trooper KA673321
Resistance detention centre A13X
Crait
A rounded patty of something greyish brown and gritty: a collection slightly gelatinous cubes alternately olive green and dull yellow in colour; A container of thick, reddish liquid that was maybe some kind of soup.

A young, pale woman with dark hair stared at the meal laid out before her on her plastic tray with a passive expression. Like everyone else in the crowded cafeteria she was wearing a baggy, grey jumpsuit that mostly concealed a sculpted, athletic frame , making her appear skinnier and more frail than she really was. After a few seconds the girl speared one of the cubes with her flimsy, inmate issued cutlery and popped it into her mouth, chewing contemplatively. The cube was extremely chewy, with a slightly bitter, flower taste that implied rather than outright stated some kind of vegetable origin. Around KA673321 a motely collection of humans and aliens tore into similar meals with an urgency KA673321 lacked. Nobody would be sending out rave reviews over the holonet about the food at the A13X detention centre here on Crait but it did have one important advantage over similar facilities: since the surface of Crait was almost entirely salt the inmates had taken to scraping it off the ground and sprinkling it on their freeze dried rations to impart more flavour. KA673321 had not adopted this habit, the rations served here were not actually all that different from the nutrient pastes she used to eat as a cade in training: the idea that food was supposed to taste good, or even like food was the kind of frivolous naivety that had been beaten out of her early on .

As KA673321 she became aware of someone approaching and standing behind her, about a pace back and slightly to the left. KA673321 continued eating without reacting but she made a few careful adjustments to her posture, spreading her feet apart and planting them firmly on the ground, preparing for what she expected to come next. KA673321 shifted the cup of water that had come with her meal so that she could see the person approaching in its distorted reflection. The cup's cylindrical reflection was doing the person no favors, widening and flattening their features comically, but the other woman had probably not been interested in winning beauty pageants to begin with: she had a broad build that she held in a lopsided posture KA673321 assumed was meant somehow to be intimidated, her expression was twisted into a scowl to go along with it.

"Yer the one everybody's been talkin' about," said the woman, her voice coarse and thick with what KA673321 had learned only recently was called an "accent". It sounded wrong to KA673321's ears.

"A sith is a conduit for the power and savagery of the Force, they are above weakness and restrictions and are the rightful rulers of the Galaxy by law of might and conquest," KA673321 said robotically, involuntarily "I merely serve them. Served them,". KA673321 did not think this response would improve the current situation, so far whenever she had said something along those lines it had tended to make other inmates angry and violent, but she couldn't really suppress it: that specific response to notion of sith had been drilled into her in her training and in her dreams during her long cryosleep.

"Fuck you! You think I fucking asked you?" Snarled the woman, expressing the anger KA673321 had anticipated. KA673321 still found the people outside of Exegol deeply confusing, but some patterns were already making themselves apparent to her. "You know why I'm here! I had family on Hosnian Prime!"

"I don't where that is," said KA673321 blankly, but truthfully.

"FUCK YOU! YOU'RE GONNA PAY!" Roared the other woman, lunging forward to grab KA673321 by the shoulder of her baggy, prison jumpsuit. KA673321's training kicked in and she reacted with little in the way of conscious thought: leaning slightly to the side and throwing her cup of water over her shoulder into the other woman's face. As the woman blinked away the water KA673321spun on the bench she was sitting and stood, snaking her arm around the arm that was grabbing her to trap it and snapping off a quick strike at her opponent's face, feeling cartridge crunch and blood squeeze underneath her knuckles. KA673321 released the other woman's arm and stepped backwards after her strike, in time to swerve out of reach of a clumsy roundhouse punch, then she launched a straight kick at her midsection to send the other woman stumbling backwards a few paces.

This gave KA673321 time to whilr and face two other inmates who were rushing towards her to back up their friend. KA673321 slipped a punch from a wiry twi'lek and countered with palm strike to the twi'lek's chin while the third inmate, another human, charged her with a tackle, wrapping her arms around KA673321's midsection and trying to push her to the ground. KA673321 drove her elbow down onto the spine of the third inmate, then her knee up into her stomach, loosening the woman's grip enough that she could pull back and aim a second knee strike at the third inmates face, which left her senseless to fall in a heap on the ground. The twi'lek had caught up with them by now and threw another punch but instead of dodging this blow KA673321 caught the twlilek's arm with both hands, turning and stepping in to throw the twilek over her shoulder to land with a thud on the hard, metal floor of the prison.

KA673321 straightened up and turned to see that the first of her attackers had recovered and was staring at her venemously, hands clenched into tight fists that would damage her fingers if she actually tried to punch with them.

"This is pointless," said KA673321 flatly, taking a stab at diffusing the situation. Strangely, this simple statement of fact did the opposite of calming the woman down and with a furious scream she charged at KA673321like a bull. KA673321 let the woman charge, side stepping her at the last possible moment so that she could circle around and loop her arms around the woman's neck in a vice like chokehold. The woman's momentum made her carry on for a few metres, dragging KA673321 along behind behind before stopping to try and claw at the younger woman. But KA673321 was too close in behind the woman for her arm's to reach and she could easily shift her stance to stop the woman from trying to take them both to the ground. The older woman's cursed and yelled incoherently, but her struggles were becoming slower and weaker and when KA673321 judged the woman was near her limit she tensed her shulder muscles, instincitvely preparing to snap her neck. Halfway through the motion KA673321 stopped herself and, after a moment of puzzlement simply dropped the other woman to the floor, where she lay, desperately sucking in gasping breaths of air.

KA673321 scanned the cafeteria for more threats, but the other prisoners all averted their eyes, suddenly finding their dull rations fascinating. This was only a medium security facility in the end, the prisoners here, and the guards as well judging by their late arrival, weren't as jaded to this sort of spectacle as more hardened criminals might be. When no other threats emerged KA673321 slowly walked back to her original seat and sat down to quietly finish her meal. KA673321 has finished the green and yellow cubes and started in on the soup when the guards arrived and cand she allowed herself to be pulled up to her feet and forcefully escorted solitary. There didn't seem to be a point to resisting, the solitary confinement cells weren't all that different from her regular cells and anyway, it wasn't like KA673321 had anywhere

 

[noil]

--- Kohvee ---

Kohvee was not having a good day.

It had started off innocently enough, with a clear sky and no sign of a sandstorm on the horizon. It was market day in Bestine, the city he found himself frequenting most often these days, which meant plenty of people out and about even as the heat of the day began to build. Plenty of people out meant plenty of opportunity for jobs, and Kohvee had managed to run into some spacer who was desperate enough to pay a frankly stupid amount of peggat for him to simply courier a message to Mos Eisley. He was happy to do it, even if the sum hadn't been so great, and he'd hopped on his old patched-together 74-Z and been on his way. But now...

Now he was crouching on the scorching hot stone floor of a Jundland canyon, elbow deep in his bike's engine, cursing the Twins themselves, because the hunk of scrap had decided it was a great time for the repulsors to fail suddenly and entirely, dumping him off into the canyon with more bruises than he'd care to count. Kohvee cursed as his hand slipped from the coolant line he was trying to adjust for the third time, jamming his finger into a particular sharp corner for the third time, and he stood in defeat, planting a hard kick to the unresponsive bike for good measure.

The metallic clang echoed around the walls of the canyon, and Kohvee growled out his frustration along with the noise, vocoder giving out a series of stuttering half sounds before giving up entirely at translating the sound. He sighed as the echoes died out, turning first to look back the way he'd come before turning in the direction of Mos Eisley. He wasn't carrying much water with him - and his mother would have his skin if she knew he was out here this unprepared - but he was well over halfway to his destination, and he'd taken worse walks on the surface of this planet. It would be fine. Probably. Unless - no, it would be fine.

Kohvee gave his defunct ride a final kick then hitched the strap of his rifle higher on his shoulder and set off. With all luck on his side, he'd make it to Mos Eisley before the desert suns set and swung surface temperatures back into something just as deadly as the heat.