What's In A Name?
Warning: Kallazeb
"Err, my name really is just Kallus," Former ISB Agent, now Rebel Kallus said somewhat apologetically.
"But your family, your parents...oh," Ezra trailed off at Kallus' raised eyebrow. The rest of the Ghost's crew looked on in various stages of discomfort and disbelief.
"I was a foundling at one of Coruscant's better orphanages," he explained, "Kallus was supposed to be temporary name, to be replaced by whatever name my adoptive parents would decide upon. I, I just was never adopted," Kallus shrugged nonchalantly, "when I was old enough I was transitioned into the Republic's Civil Service Academy, and later the Royal Imperial Academy and from there to the ISB. It's a good thing when you think about it. Thrawn, the Empire, have no one to punish in my stead."
He looked around at the dismay on their faces. He had a feeling he was missing something, but didn't quite know what.
"Anyway, Kallus is a perfectly serviceable name," Kallus said, wrapping his arms around himself, his shoulder's hunched.
"Karabast, I'm too tired for this," Zeb muttered, and then crossly looked at the datapad of information the Rebellion insisted it needed that Hera had, "just put him down as Kallus Orrelios and we'll get the rest of it sorted in the morning."
The Lasat stood, stretched, took the unresisting Kallus by the arm and lead him to the crew quarters. Kallus' face was comically blank, as if something just didn't compute, but as Zeb's hand slipped from his elbow and his arm wrapped around Kallus' waist a stiffness melted. Kallus relaxed and his whole body leaned into Zeb.
"Ah, did Zeb, did Zeb just adopt Kallus?" Ezra asked cocking his head.
Sabine side-eyed him hard.
"I think it was an entirely different proposal."
"Oh? Oh!"
