Author's Notes: I have drifted into Star Wars Rebels territory; Imprisoned by the Empire for Treason, two men have just made good an escape.

Warning: This is pretty much an AU. There is, if you're of a mind for it, a very very very faint whiff of Kalluzeb.


It took Kallus a few minutes to catch his breath. He couldn't quite believe that the escape plan he had hatched with a voice in the dark had actually worked. But they were on a stolen freighter, and well on their way to somewhere the Empire would not find them. He turned in the co-pilot seat to finally get a good look at his co-conspirator who had just done the same thing. He had guessed clonetrooper from the concordian accented voice; the man had sounded very much like the clonetrooper that Zeb and his fellow rebels had adopted. This man still had a head full of thick curly iron grey hair, except for a patch that was growing back in and would eventually cover the fresh scar on the side of his head. He had another fainter scar curling around his left eye.

Kallus held out his hand.

"I'm Kallus."

They had agreed not to exchange names until they escaped. Both agreeing that knowing a name would make a failed attempt or only one of them managing to escape the Imperial Prison worse.

The old clonetrooper stared at Kallus' hand for a moment before grasping it with both his hands.

"Cody, I was called Cody."

They both grinned widely, and impulsively hugged one another. They were, for the moment, free.

"Where do you want to go, Cody?

Cody looked blank for a moment, then tiredly answered.

"I want, I want to find the Rebellion," he gave Kallus a grim smile, "I have a lot to make up for."

Kallus nodded, understanding.

"I do as well. I have," he considered what to call the Lothal rebels, what to call Zeb, then settled on, "friends in the Rebellion. We'll start there."