The Name's Kallus, Alexsandr Kallus - Part One
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A.N: Timeline setting: One year after Operation Cinder
'Agent Fulcrum we have a new mission for you.
We have recently received reports from an unknown source on the planet Coruscant of an underground slave market specialising in child labour. As of this moment, we cannot confirm nor deny if there is any truth behind this statement.
Thus, your mission is simple. Head to Coruscant and meet with an agent we have stationed there. He will be able to point you in the right direction. The meeting spot is a small cantina owned by a Besalisk named Dex. You are due to meet this contact tomorrow.
Due to the nature of this mission, as well as the secrecy of it, you will not receive any assistance from rebel command. Equipment will be what you can acquire on sight.
Furthermore, should the situation arise, you are authorized to use lethal force.
To review, your objectives are simple.
Meet with the contact, and determine whether or not these rumours are true or false.
Good luck Agent Fulcrum.
(This message will self-destruct in five seconds.)'
"Um, Kallus! I think this thing is gonna blow up on us!"
Captain Alexsandr Kallus groaned aloud at the panic that was evident in the voice of his unlikely friend. When he had revealed he had been given a new top secret mission, Garazeb had been insistent on coming along for the ride, wanting to see the sort of work Kallus got up to as a Fulcrum Agent.
Kallus hadn't stopped him, even if protocol normally didn't allow him to have any support. For once, company on a mission such as this would be a nice change of pace.
He'd have someone to talk to at least.
"Don't worry about it Zeb, it's just Cassian trying to be funny again. I think he's been watching too many spy flicks again."
"Oh. Fair enough." Zeb responded, the trepidation fading from his voice at the reassurance that he wasn't about to be blown up by a top secret message.
Kallus allowed a rare smile to come to his face as he surveyed the planet below them. It had been a long time since he had been to Coruscant, since before he had begun tracking the Ghost crew.
Being back was odd, especially with the recent changes to the galaxy.
The Emperor was dead, and the rebellion was working together with Thrawn of all people to set up an all new republic, one that would be chaired by the Senator from Alderaan.
Kallus had to say that he was impressed. As a former ISB agent, it was necessary to understand politics and the ever changing world around him. The unexpected appearance of both Thrawn and other members of his species had changed the galaxy. The Chiss had made claims for the need of cooperation in order to stop any would be power hungry monsters from rising again. The need for defence and protection of the people was one of the key talking points of the new alliance. Under the empire many had suffered, regardless of species.
Kallus only hoped that in time that would change.
But, despite the improving nature of life all around the galaxy, there were still criminal undertones that were causing trouble, and it was up to people like Kallus to keep the peace.
So that was what he was doing. Keeping the peace.
And if he could take down a child slavery organization, then he would.
Directing the U-wing he had towards the planet below, Kallus listened as Zeb passed on the authorization codes to spaceport control, granting them access to land. As far as the officials were concerned, they were simply a civilian ship transporting supplies.
Pushing the ship down through the atmosphere, Kallus spotted one of the landing pads that had been designated for him.
Carefully directing the ship into landing, Kallus allowed an audible sound of happiness to escape him as he smoothly landed the ship.
"Nice landing. So, what's the plan then?" Zeb spoke from beside him, his green eyes watching and ready.
Zeb was not exactly discreet. Someone of his size and species was easily noticeable in a crowd. For this mission, stealth would be vital.
But that didn't mean he was going to leave Zeb behind. He wouldn't have brought him along if he was just going to abandon the Lasat.
So instead, Kallus had gone to incredible lengths to acquire more civilian outfit for Zeb, one that did not scream warrior or rebel, but one that simply allowed him to blend in.
Kallus too would have to adopt a new look. After years of uniform from the empire, it had taken some time to get used to his new rebel look.
But he had, and found it liberating in a way.
Zeb still mocked him about it, but it was worth it.
"Now, we get changed. Meet me outside the ship when you're done Zeb." Kallus replied, heading into the back of the U-wing to get changed whilst Zeb remained in the cockpit.
A few moments later Kallus found himself waiting outside of the U-wing for Zeb, having finished changing into a civilian disguise. It wasn't much, merely a sleeveless shirt and a pair of comfortable trousers. Simple enough that he would fit in amongst the general public.
"Kallus! Why am I wearing a clown outfit?!" Zeb's voice boomed aloud in that instant as the Lasat exited the U-wing, wearing what Kallus would only describe as a ridiculous civilian outfit. A large hat rested on Zeb's head, covering over his ears in the process. Gone was any indication of Zeb being a formidable honour guard of Lasan, instead replaced by what Kallus hoped would be an effective disguise.
"You look fine Garazeb, no hurry up. We need to meet this contact at the cantina within the hour. He should be able to point us in the right direction."
The purple Lasat all but growled aloud at Kallus' decision to ignore the disguise he wore, before following along beside the Fulcrum agent.
The two walked in relative silence, moving between the crowds of people that littered the streets of Coruscant and they made their way to the cantina.
"I always pictured Coruscant as some sort of imperial super compound. It's odd seeing it just as a city. Normal people doing normal things." Zeb commented as he walked, his eyes flicking around in awe.
"Even the most corrupt and villainous regimes have normal people in them Zeb. It's people like the Emperor and Tarkin that stop you from seeing that." Kallus replied, his own gaze drawn to a couple who were embracing nearby.
"Yeah, it's good to see that despite everything that happened, people still live here and are happy."
Kallus found himself agreeing with his friend in that instant. The empire had been led by a monster, one who enslaved and murdered for fun. But not even he, a Sith Lord, had been able to take away the most basic tenants of the people as a whole.
"Hey, what's that building?" Zeb's voice was full of curiosity for a moment, and Kallus turned to see that the Lasat had stopped walking, and was pointing to a large building off in the distance.
It was a tall building, one that was unique in design. It was shaped similar to a pyramid structure, with several tall spires high above the structure and the city around it.
Kallus knew exactly what it was. He had never been in there himself, but he had heard the rumours.
"Depends on who you ask Zeb. To the empire, that was the Emperor's palace itself. He used it as a throne during his reign, as a trophy." Kallus began to explain, remembering both his history lessons during his ISB training, and what he had discovered since.
"A trophy? What do you mean?" Zeb pushed onward, his tone confused.
"Like I said, it depends on who you ask. If you asked either Kanan or Ahsoka what that place was, they'd have a very different answer for you." Kallus concluded, his eyes locking onto Zeb's green ones in a serious expression.
Zeb's face remained confused for a moment, before a sudden look of shock and clarity came to his face as he put the puzzle pieces together. His mouth gaping open, his eyes shifting from Kallus' face and back to the building he had seen in the distance.
A few seconds passed by before the Lasat bowed his head in respect, mumbling something in his native language that Kallus recognized as a prayer for the deceased, before turning away and continuing down the street.
Roughly twenty minutes later, Kallus and Zeb found themselves outside the cantina they were supposed to meet the contact within. The streets around them were still bustling with people, and the cantina itself proved to be equally popular. Clearly this 'Dex' was worth visiting.
Taking the lead, Kallus stepped through the door into the small cantina within, Zeb behind him. Glancing around Kallus made note of several individuals of varying species and gender, all of whom seemed too preoccupied with their own food to pay attention to the two new arrivals.
And that's when something caught Kallus' attention. Sitting in a booth in the back of the room was a figure swathed in a dark coat with a hood over their head and a pair of goggles covering their eyes. Kallus could not determine the gender of the figure, but he could make out the blue of the skin.
'No doubt a Pantoran'. Kallus thought as he noticed the figure gesture with his hand to Kallus, summoning him forward.
"Guess we found the contact then?" Zeb commented from beside Kallus as the two moved to join the mysterious cloaked individual.
Sliding into the booth on the bench opposite, Kallus briefly glanced around the cantina to ensure no one else was listening in, before leaning toward the cloaked figure, who Kallus could now tell was male.
"Do you have the information?"
The mysterious individual moved his head side to side, his eyes obstructed by the goggles, but clearly analysing the human and his Lasat companion.
And then he spoke, and Kallus nearly had a heart attack as he recognized the ever eerie voice.
"Indeed I do Agent Kallus. Indeed I do."
As he spoke, the figure reached up above his head, pulling the hood down to reveal black-blue hair on his head, as well as remove the goggles obstructing his eyes, revealing a familiarly haunting pair of glowing red eyes.
It was Zeb that exclaimed in horror first.
"Karabast! Thrawn?"
Kallus didn't miss the small smile that came to the Chiss' face as he was recognized. Even with the alliance they held, the Chiss was still dangerous, and still as smug as always it seemed.
Kallus had to resist reaching across the table and strangling the blue skinned alien for all that he had done.
And then the Chiss continued.
"Correct Captain Orrelios. I am your contact, and I bring you grave news."
If the circumstances were any different, Kallus would have assumed that this was some sort of sick joke. What was Thrawn, of all people, doing gathering top secret information and acting as a contact for him? Was it some scheme by the Chiss to get revenge? Was he actually on their side after all, or just playing them?
But right now, Kallus could not afford such thoughts. It was possible that the lives of innocent children were on the line. And he had sworn to protect them no matter the cost, even if that meant working with Thrawn.
"Well I can't say I'm pleased to see you again Thrawn, but right now all I care about is the information you have gathered." Kallus spoke, adopting a business like tone that he had perfected in his ISB days.
Clearly the Chiss appreciated that lack of small talk.
"My agent, Rukh, recently discovered rumours about an imperial cell loyal to the Emperor. Apparently they have begun abducting children of various species for as of yet an unknown reason. Unfortunately, we have little information about who or where the cell operates from." Thrawn spoke, offering a data pad across the table for Kallus to take, which he did in response.
"So why call us out here then if you have found nothing?" Kallus replied, suspicion evident in his tone. Something wasn't right here.
Thrawn allowed a small smirk to come to his face in response before he continued.
"Oh but I have Agent Kallus, I have. A loyal imperial Senator is hosting a party tonight at the Imperial Palace. I have acquired three tickets for this event, two of which are yours. Once inside you should make contact with an individual known only as 'The Red Lady'. If my discoveries are accurate, she will be able to point you in the correct direction to find this cell. Of course, you will have to attract her attention somehow, but I am sure someone of your skill is more than capable of such a thing."
Kallus had to narrow his eyes at the tone of Thrawn's voice. It was a mix between mocking and outright challenging, as if he was referring to something. What Kallus didn't know, and he didn't have time to figure it out.
"So who's the third ticket for then?" Zeb asked to obvious, clearly not happy about this meeting. Kallus could tell from the way Zeb's fur was bristling that he was restraining himself from punching the Chiss opposite him.
They may be allies, but that didn't mean they had to like each other.
Thrawn was clearly more than aware of Zeb's mental state as well, but still he sat, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.
"The third ticket is for me. I will also be attending the event in disguise." Thrawn replied, rolling his eyes at the mention of a disguise. If Thrawn himself was going, it was likely he had his own goals and target.
If he didn't get in Kallus' way, Kallus wouldn't get in his.
"Fine. Thank you for the information." Kallus replied, reaching across the table to take a pair of tickets out of Thrawn's hand, before promptly standing from the table and moving to leave the cantina.
However, the duo on managed to make it three steps before Thrawn called out to them.
"Oh, one more thing agent?"
Kallus refraining from sighing in annoyance. Couldn't the Chiss just leave them alone?
Turning on his heel, Kallus threw an impatient look at Thrawn, one that Thrawn acknowledged with yet another smirk.
"I think you will find that the party is black tie required. You should find something more prestigious to wear."
Beside him, Kallus heard Zeb groan aloud before cursing.
"Karabast! Another disguise!"
It was several hours later, when the sun had begun to set over the city that Kallus and Zeb meet up at the base of the steps leading towards what was once the Jedi temple. Now, even after the death of the Emperor, it had fallen into the hands of an Imperial Senator, one who was loyal to the Emperor, but at the same time willing to work with the rebellion leaders to bring about a new order.
The whole situation was confusing at the best of times to Kallus, and he had numerous times pointed out that the Senator was more than likely using the rebel leadership.
But still, they hadn't listened, and nothing had changed. For now, the Imperial Palace was an off limits area of Coruscant.
That was until tonight.
Glancing to his side, Kallus refrained from laughing at the sight of Zeb in what appeared to be some sort of aristocratic outfit designed especially for Lasat. The two had had to call in some favours to get it made for him quickly.
Kallus had had a much easier time finding a suitable outfit, one that screamed dignity and respect, but not one that made it obvious he was trying to blend in. It was unique enough to gain the attention of someone, but not so bland that everyone knew exactly where you were at all times.
"I hate disguises!" Zeb snarled from beside him, tugging at a long cape he had attached to the back. Apparently it was a symbol of Lasat aristocracy.
"Think of it like camouflage Zeb. You don't want to scare the prey." Kallus replied, leading the way up the steps of the Palace.
"Then we need bigger prey Kallus!"
Chuckling lightly to himself, Kallus continued upwards.
When he and Zeb reached the top of the stairs, they were surprised to see a squad of Stormtroopers standing guard by the entrance hall, an imperial deathtrooper leading them.
Taking a breath, Kallus approached the troopers.
The deathtrooper caught sight of the approaching human and Lasat, stepping forward to meet them and thrusting his hand out.
"Only citizens with tickets may enter." The deathtrooper spoke, his voice hard and gruff. Clearly he really didn't want to be on guard duty.
Reaching into a pocket in his jacket, Kallus extracted his ticket, offering it to the trooper who looked down and checked it.
"Mr Alexsandr Orrelios, welcome. Please head inside."
Kallus very nearly snatched the ticket at the false name on it. What was Thrawn up to now?
And then Zeb approached, offering his ticket.
"And Senator Orrelios from Lasan, welcome. I hope you and your son have a good night."
Kallus could see the mischief in Zeb's eyes as he bowed to the troopers and moved past them, joining Kallus and they entered the large hallway that Kallus assumed led to a central chamber.
"I guess even Thrawn had a sense of humour huh son?" Zeb quipped a moment later, a small chuckle coming from him afterwards.
Kallus chose not to reply, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to pretend the conversation never happened.
Continuing down the hallway, the duo emerged into the central chamber.
Large banners adorned with various symbols hung above them, each one clearly representing a planet or people that were invited to the party. Soft music played in the background, overshadowed by the mumblings of the various guests as they mingled amongst themselves. In the back lie what appeared to be a bar, a barkeep behind it offering drinks to a well-dressed group, whilst simultaneously sorting out a group of waiters who patrolled the floor around the room, plates of drinks and small bites of food available for the masses.
And beyond that a large open space, a scattering of people present on it dancing to the background music.
"Quite the spectacle." Kallus commented to Zeb, who nodded in agreement as he surveyed the other guests.
"Yeah. Have you seen Thrawn anywhere yet?" Zeb replied, his large eyes watching for wherever the Chiss was.
Surveying the crowd himself, Kallus took note of the varying species. Humans, Zeltrons, Ithorians, even a Besalisk or two, all grouped together chatting, and more.
Despite being in the heart of what was once a tyrannical human led empire, the current party acted as a melting pot of cultures.
But there was no sign of the Chiss Grand Admiral anywhere.
"Haven't seen him yet, but he did say he'd be in disguise somewhere." Kallus commented, eyes flickering over to the bar as the group that had been present left to re-join the masses.
"True. Haven't seen our 'Red Lady' yet either, have you?" Zeb continued, face concerned.
"No, but if Thrawn's intel is accurate, which it usually always is, then she will show up when one of us attracts her attention."
Zeb seemed to bristle lightly, turning his head in various directions looking at various groups of people.
"And how are we supposed to do that then?"
Kallus had an idea.
"We split up and mingle with the crowd a bit. See what we can learn."
This time Zeb openly groaned under his breath before nodding, separating from Kallus and walking off towards the groups of people.
Shaking his head, Kallus opted for another approach. He turned on his heel and made his way towards the bar.
Upon arrival at the bar, Kallus immediately flagged down the barkeep, who approached with a smile on his face.
"What can I do for you?"
"I'm not really a cocktail fan I'm afraid." Kallus spoke, gesturing to the trays of alcohol the various waiters were walking round with. "You got anything else I can have?"
It was an odd gambit, Kallus was sure. By approaching the bar he was singled out, and by ordering a completely different drink to the masses he hoped he would attract the attention of the person he was looking for.
That was assuming Zeb didn't manage to succeed first.
Garazeb Orrelios really didn't know what he was doing. Mingling with the crowd? How could he possibly do that?
He was a Lasat! A giant purple hairy being from a destroyed planet! He stood out more than an ignited lightsaber!
Pacing back and forth in the room, Zeb attempted to work up the courage to mingle. Surely it wasn't that hard? All he had to do was approach some people and introduce himself.
And then try to convince them to give up any classified information they might have, and maybe even attract the attention of this 'Red Lady' who they were searching for.
Sighing, Zeb continued to pace…
Before he walked headlong into a black figure.
Stumbling backwards slightly, Zeb froze as he identified the figure before him.
An Imperial Deathtrooper.
"Oh, he he, sorry trooper. Didn't see you there." Zeb spoke, trying in vain to place humour into the situation. He knew first hand that Deathtroopers were dangerous. The last thing he wanted to do was piss one off or break his and Kallus' cover.
But the trooper did not seem to mind, instead looking up at the Lasat and nodding in return.
"No problem Senator Orrelios. These things happen."
Zeb was honestly shocked by how polite a response he got from the trooper. Usually imperials in armour were big mean tough guys out to kill him.
"Hey wait a minute? Weren't you the guy on the door? How come you are in here now?" Zeb continued, hoping he was making the small talk that classified as mingling.
The Deathtrooper nodded once before replying.
"I was, but my shift just changed. I was on my way to my quarters for the night. Have you tried to drinks yet Senator?"
The sudden change in subject was jarring to say the least. Even more so when the Deathtrooper picked up a glass from a nearby waiter's tray and handed it to Zeb when he shook his head in a negative.
Taking the offered drink with trepidation, Zeb brought it up to his lips to take a sip, before lowering it down again.
"Enjoy your night Senator Orrelios." The Deathtrooper spoke again, his voice still calm, before turning and leaving, disappearing into the crowd beyond.
When the trooper was out of sight, Zeb shrugged his shoulders and spoke.
"That was weird."
Taking the offered drink from the barkeep, Kallus took a sizable gulp from it before nodding his compliments at the maker, who in turned smiled before moving to assist another customer.
Turning around, drink in his hand, Kallus observed the crowd.
Everyone here was wealthy, there was no doubt about that. But how they got wealthy would be an entirely different question. No doubt someone here was a criminal mastermind who murdered their way to success.
Or perhaps a bounty hunter of some kind, using their 'hard earned' credits on a night out… possibly to assassinate another target.
Or maybe even a child kidnapping monster who was doing god knows what to them for god knows what reason.
"Now that's a determined look if I've ever seen one."
A soft feminine voice brought Kallus out of his inner thoughts, immediately redirecting his attention as he felt someone brush up against him beside the bar.
Turning his head slightly to the side to acknowledge the arrival, Kallus was surprised to find himself face to face with a dark red Zeltron woman, one who was exquisitely dressed in a long form fitting dress that didn't leave much to the imagination. She also possessed an impressive length of dark black hair, one that reached below her waistline.
The woman's features were equally as soft as her voice, showing nothing but sophistication as well as appeal. Kallus couldn't help but admire her slightly.
"I am a determined man." Kallus suddenly found himself saying, turning back to the bar.
The Zeltron laughed, knocking Kallus' arm with her hand before speaking.
"You have a name?"
Nodding once, Kallus waited for a response.
"You gonna share it with me?"
Taking a breath, Kallus prepared. This woman had come to talk to him. It was possible that she was the contact. It would have made sense, considering her skin tone.
But still, he would play it cautious, just in case.
"My name is Alex, and yours?"
The Zeltron woman smiled brightly, her blue eyes boring into Kallus' skull.
"Notandum Levium, don't ask why my parents gave me such a stupid name. Everyone just calls me Nota instead. Fits better." She replied, a scowl on her face at the mention of her full name. Kallus couldn't help but smirk at her obvious dislike of it.
"It's a good name. Unique. Does it mean anything?"
Nota shrugged in response. "Not that I'm aware of at least. My parents always were weird though."
With that Nota reached across, grasping Kallus' glass in his hand and stealing his drink away, before taking a sizable gulp out of it and returning it half empty.
"Stang that tastes like a hutt!" Nota choked at the taste of the drink, earning another smirk from Kallus.
Nota quickly pushed the drink back towards Kallus, forcing it away from her before gagging slightly at the taste. Once she had finished, she looked back up at Kallus, a small smile coming to his face.
"So, how'd you get into such a 'prestigious' event? Murder someone like pretty much everyone else here?"
Kallus felt his eyes widen at the sudden statement, feeling the need to quiet Nota down before she drew attention to herself with such remarks.
The last thing he needed was his new friend drawing too much attention to herself.
"Nothing of the sort. I'm sort of the plus one of a friend of mine. He's a Senator for his people." Kallus replied, falling back on his false identity that Thrawn had assembled for both him and Zeb.
Nota adopted a warm, if not slightly alluring smile in response to Kallus' answer.
"And where's your friend now? Did he leave you all alone with a bunch of stuffy politicians so he could mingle?"
Kallus chuckled lightly in response. "Something like that."
The warm smile did not fade from Nota's face, even as she took another swig of Kallus' drink without asking. Setting the now empty glass down, Kallus was shocked when she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the dance floor.
"Well then, allow me to keep you company."
In a matter of moments Kallus found himself on the dance floor, Nota clinging to him as they moved. Kallus had never really been much of a dancer himself, but he knew enough.
Enough to avoid stepping on the Zeltron's toes that was.
As the two moved gracefully, Nota leaned closer, her lips next to his ear.
"I know why you are really here Alexsandr Kallus. You're after the people who have been kidnapping the kids aren't you?"
Kallus couldn't say he was surprised. He had assumed that Nota was the contact Thrawn had told him about.
"And I assume you are the 'Red Lady' then?" Kallus replied, spinning the woman around once in a graceful twist. The dance was clearly a charade, one that allowed the two to speak up close and personal without attracting unwanted attention.
"Hmff, I hate that codename. So stupidly obvious who I am!" Nota whispered, her voice full of annoyance.
Chuckling lightly to himself, Kallus continued to lead the dance before speaking again.
"Do you know who is behind it? Or where they are?"
Nota span again, leaving Kallus' embrace before returning to it, a coy smile on her face.
"Oh I certainly do. No one would suspect poor naïve Nota. Stormtroopers will tell you anything if you are charming enough. Predictable really."
Kallus had to say he agreed. Zeltrons had a bit of a public image for being naïve at the best of times, as well as incredibly guillible. Whilst he was not one to believe in such rumours, he did understand their benefits in some situations.
And if such perception had allowed Nota to gather vital intelligence, then he wouldn't complain.
"So, what can you tell me?"
Nota smiled again before speaking.
"After the Emperor's demise, Mas Amedda himself appears to be directing a mission to abduct children all across of Coruscant, for what I can't say. However, it also appears that Amedda is merely a puppet for someone else. Rumours suggest that a member of Palpatine's Royal Guard is the true mastermind behind this scheme, and is working in cooperation for an organisation known as the 'Acolytes of the Beyond.'"
"Who are they?" Kallus inquired. The name didn't ring a bell.
Nota grimaced slightly, clearly unsure about something.
"From what I overheard they are some sort of radical religious sect that worshiped the Emperor and his servant Vader. It seems they are trying to continue on their legacy."
Kallus nearly sighed. It wasn't public knowledge that both the Emperor and Vader had been Sith Lords. He only knew thanks to his status as a Fulcrum Agent.
But he had seen first-hand what the Sith could do. If there was some radical sect trying to resurrect their ways, they had to be stopped.
"Do you know where they are hiding?" Kallus asked, spinning Nota around again before giving her time to reply.
"Not sure, but if I was to guess I'd say right here under the Palace. It belonged to the Emperor after all. Maybe there is some sort of hidden chamber underneath it?"
It was a possibility of course, but Kallus didn't know for sure. He had never been to the Palace before tonight, and had only ever heard rumours about it.
If the Emperor or his minions wanted to hide something, then no doubt it would be a very well hidden place.
What he needed was an expert. Someone who could possibly point him in the right direction. If there was a secret room buried beneath the former Jedi temple, then he knew who would be most likely to know about its existence.
He needed to speak to Ahsoka.
Author's thoughts
Here we go, my second multi one shot story, this time focusing on Kallus being a super spy.
This whole short story is very heavily inspired by all the tropes made famous by the classic spy films of years gone, especially the Bond films. Though personally I'm not a great Bond fan, I do appreciate the type of tale they tell, and thought I would attempt to do a sort of serious parody of it with one of the cast, and Kallus made the most sense. This is only part one of the story, and there are lots of questions put out for you to figure out in classic spy thriller style. Hope you enjoyed it.
Also, I hope you like my first properly fleshed out OC in Nota. She is fun to write for as I needed essentially a 'Bond Girl' (or is it 'Kallus girl') to properly parody Bond. Hopefully you like her characterization so far, even if you have only just met her. If not, oops!
And now for my next super secret project teaser, and this is a good one: Ahsoka will find herself on a mission atv some point with a Jedi Master and her new padawan. Any takers on who these two may be?
Anyway, next time round it will be part two of this short arc as Kallus and Zeb continue their question to discover what exactly is going on and who is behind it. Also, where the hell has Thrawn disappeared too?!
As usual, comment and speculate at will. Speaking of which:
Travis Middleton: Poor Rex indeed. I felt bad for doing that to him, but felt it would have the most impact if it was him rather than Gregor. No worries though, Rex has lived a long life and his friends will ensure he lives and even longer one.
I hope you enjoyed the Bond style one shot. Hopefully it is similar yet different enough.
Cranky Paws: Bittersweet was what I was going for yeah. I'm glad I gave Rex another chance as well. He deserves it more than most. :)
Jayson-Master of Storm: I know exactly what you mean, and I'm glad you liked it. Rex is gonna live a long and happy life, I can assure you.
SLE's fave guest: I like the way you think, and I'm glad it wasn't too depressing for you. Rex is not expendable by any means, not anymore. And his friends are most certainly not going to let him die anytime soon.
And yes, in canon his last battle will most likely be under the command of a Skywalker. Talk about full circle. That is of course unless he joins Ahsoka and Sabine's quest for Ezra. That'd be awesome too.
You guess as to when my new story spans is logical. :)
And oh boy, I love your Bond references and twists with Star Wars stuff. Awesome stuff, I hope you like this one shot so far.
FossilQueen1984: Glad you liked it. Bittersweet was the goal.
Darth Cody: No Han Solo as of yet. I'm still trying to figure out a way to include him to be honest.
raven j: Glad you liked the story.
Hera and Kanan's wedding is coming at some point. I wonder who will be invited?
DS Rider: Can't say I've heard about that before. Cool, and my bad at the same time. Looks like there is a chance for Rex after all. :)
jojobinks01: The new AU will be coming at some point. When is undetermined right now. Sorry. :(
Mysterious Guest one: Poor Rex indeed, but don't fret. He has plenty of living yet to do. Glad you liked the name of Hera and Kanan's daughter. Depa made sense in my eyes. :)