"Agent Kar, prepare for the worst." the statement, while making little sense to the stormtrooper squad that lay on their backs, sent waves of unease to a young man it was directed towards. The man, though his features, so pure and full of unrelenting hope, looked no more than a boy. In some ways, those who assumed so would be correct; with a round complexion and unblemished face, along with shaggy amber hair that was in dire need of a groom, painted a picture that emanated youthful hope and optimism.

The young man, turning to the voice, gave a small, curt nod.

"I just need a few moments, lieutenant," he said with weariness that he had no right to, "I just need a few more." he finished, though the end was more directed to himself than the group guarding. The lieutenant gave a short salute, something that shouldn't of surprised Kar, but did. Most of the rebels he'd been dealing with gave no more after the mandatory.

Kar, or more correctly Kar Ogettson, was an rebel alliance intelligence officer, the only remaining of his cell. The rest had died on the accursed planet's satellite, entrusting him with a chillingly useful piece of information. It was a file that currently resided on his chrono, along with others he found no use for at the moment. The empire had found them, and he was running out of time. The blastdoor closed behind him as the soldiers exited, leaving him to his work. If you would call desperate and half-panicked machinations of an eighteen year-old work.

The sound of the blastdoor slamming down on the sewer he called home resulted in a heavy sigh from the young man. The section of the sewer was in, a pumping station, had been converted into a makeshift information hub only days earlier. Only housing one person with any capability of using it properly, Kar thought the effort slightly overzealous. Nonetheless, he approached the main monitor, tapping his chrono and heard a chipper beep from the device as it successfully linked to the larger machine. Kar's finger was inching toward the file he wanted when the very ground beneath him shook.

Caught off balance, he stumbled slightly, regaining his balance a moment later. He activated his comlink and asked, with pronounced worry in his voice,

"What's going on out there?!" Kar inquired into the comlink, just as the ground under him shook again.

"The 'imps are using artillery - they really want us dead." Kar felt a shiver cascade down his spine; the empire was killing civilians just to get to them. Because of him. Not entirely, but he certainly played his part. Kar brushed the thought away, instead retrieving the file from his chrono and transferring it. Now came the hard part. How to get it to the alliance, he thought.

Kar bit his lower lip; he had a few different options. The first was to simply encrypt it and cross his fingers, which didn't appeal overmuch. The second was to put it on a ship and send to Yavin IV, which actually wasn't that far away - only a few thousand light-years. The third...the third involved a droid, and that certainly wasn't appealing at all. Kar mulled it over, biting his lip until it was bleeding lightly.

"Kar, If you're gonna do something, do it fa-arghh!" Kar blinked as his comlink sprang to life with audio, and he glanced at the blastdoor; it was unmarked and unopened - for the moment. Kar's gaze flicked back to the main console, then back to the door again. The pattern repeated itself a few times before Kar made his decision. Approaching the main console, he typed furiously, drawing up the file and encrypting it hastily with basic code before activating the "laser-burn" function of the console, rapping his fingers impatiently on the keyboard of it, springing to action as a small disc emerged from a slot in it.

Taking the disc and holding close to his chest, Kar sprinted out of the pump station and practically slammed his palm against the button restraining the door in front of him. The door's hiss as it slid to the side was scant heard by Kar, who sped past various rebels heading out to fight the imperials at their. The gazes he drew were in awe at his swiftness, when pushed by panic, Kar could move pretty kriffing fast. He was halfway to his destination when he felt an armored hand press against his chest.

"Slow down, son. What's going on?" kar glanced up to see the cell's leader, a kindly man named Fritz - or at least that's what he called himself, in a rebellion actual names were a rare commodity - stopped him. Kar's steel-blue eyes met Fritz's brown pair and Kar took a deep breath.

"Ineedtogetthistotheallianceitconatinsinformationthatcouldpotentiallysaveit," Fritz shook his head.

"Slow down, son. Repeat that for me, will you?" Kar nodded a few deep gulps of air, making his nerves calm a bit.

"This disc - it contains information that could potentially save the alliance." Fritz nodded slowly "I need to get this to their base; I need on of your fighters with hyperdrive capability." Kar requested, his expression making it clear this as the only plan he had. Fritz stroked his beard thoughtfully before responding,

"I happen to have one - its an old prototype from the clone wars, but it should suffice." He offered, earning a sigh of relief from the intelligence officer before him.

"Thank you, sir. I won't let you down." Fritz smiled ruefully.

"Pity we were found so soon; we could've done plenty with people like you," He said, reaching for the rifle on his back, "But, now is the time to fight. I'll have a pilot waiting for you. Now go." Kar didn't need telling twice.

He sidestepped Fritz and made a beeline for the base's hangar. His feet carried him with steely and frantic resolve, slapping against the permacrete foundation of the rebel base. His mind was frantic, unendingly worried that the ship wouldn't be there, or the pilot wouldn't have arrived in time. Or any number of details could go wrong. When he saw that everything had gone according, he smiled. The pilot motioned for him to board the vessel, which was shaped suspiciously like two cones and cylinder attached to each other. Kar rushed on board the ship, darting into the cockpit and settling himself in the copilots seat. The pilot who motioned him inside was grinning despite the situation.

"Did someone stick a death stick up your ass? 'Cause you move faster than anyone I've ever seen." the voice had definite feminine inflection to it, with an accent Kar couldn't quite place. Kar was about to affirm that they need to leave when the fighter shook, making his statement for him. The pilot's hands immediately began to fly across the ship's main console, and it bucked then rose in seconds. Kar barely had time to strap himself to his seat before he was sent slamming into the back of the copilot's chair, he reached for the belt attached to it and took a single, deep breath as it clicked before the ship bucked once more.

Kar would've complained, but he was too frozen by fear to even attempt something like that.

The entire journey out of Mat-neema was a stressful blur to Kar,and when they reached hyperspace, He let out a fifteen-minute long breath. The pilot turned to him, a small smirk across her features.
"Well that was fun, wasn't it?" she said sarcastically, brushing a few amber locks away from her eyes, "By the way, what is that disc holding? The way ol Fritz was talking about it that thing was holding Munn's heart." Kar felt a small smile tugging at the ends of his mouth.

"I don't know if it's safe to talk about it here," he said, leaning back slightly in him seat. The pilot snorted,

"'I don't know if it's safe to talk about it here'? There is no way anyone - 'imp or not - could hear us. So really, what's in it?" Kar sighed heavily at that, fatigue spreading throughout his frame from the day's events.

"Honestly? It has the location for the plans of a new superweapon for the empire." He said wearily, crossing his arms and letting out a obnoxiously loud yawn. The pilot's eyebrow arched.

"Really?" Kar shook his head in irritation.

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find a bunk and collapse." Kar said, but soon realised his shortness and added, "Oh, and thank you for taking me in; you might've just given us a three when we had a zero and a two in sabacc," He finished, shouting the last part over his shoulder. The pilot nodded and headed settled back to into the pilot's seat.

Kar found a bunk and collapsed onto it, sleep finding him before he hit the mattress.

AN: A little late, but because of the my mistake earlier today, I decided to make another chapter. I promise this story will get back to the Ghost crew soon, I predict another chapter or at least a half of one devoted to Kar. I need to develop a plot after all. ;)

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