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"What's in the crate?" asked Rex as Riggeth brought in a fairly big chest with anti-gravity clasps added on to them. He had absentmindedly forgot the damn thing, too distracted by the Clone and ex-ISB agent. It wasn't like him to forget such a catastrophic-looking weapon. Perhaps Kallus wasn't the only one acting strange that day. Lucky for him, Saw wasn't off his game, and had left the crate there before he left. It was easy to look over with the green overgrowth hiding it in plain sight.

"Nothing special, just something that may or may not come in handy later." Riggeth smiled. Rex decided not to ask, having a pretty good idea what he meant. Kallus spared a glance at the two of them, but did not say a word.

They walked in silence for about an hour, but eventually got around to the secret base. It was a lot closer than Riggeth thought, being hidden by the trees, which was even more impressive for a Rebel fleet hideout. In fact, he had never seen a base so quiet. They set up shop in one of the old temples positioned there, an ideal place to hide a couple military ships and powerful leaders. He couldn't deny, it was perfect. He took a long, calculative look at some of the ships parked across the open-field, circling around the temples, looking ready and prepped for the next mission. He took a particular liking to the Y-wings. He had imagined, on more than one occasion, getting his hands on one of them for himself, but of course, it wouldn't offer him the kind of space to eat, sleep and relax. Not to mention, his height involved. So, pass on the Y-wings.

What he found interesting was that, despite having so few people running about outside, they didn't stare or gawk at him. By the looks of things, they'd probably seen weirder than Lasat, or perhaps, they had mistaken him for Zeb?

He suddenly took sight of a large ship, one that could fit more than a dozen people. Its size and shape were unmistakable. It was the Ghost, in all its glory, except for its missing rider. He was already thinking of ways he could convince Rex and Kallus to try taking it for a good spin before Rex even introduced the ship to him. "This is the Ghost, finest ship in the galaxy, and it's the only thing that's going to make sure we don't get killed when we land on Lothal." Rex announced. Kallus hurried onboard, probably trying to evade the eyes of any curious rebels.

"The Rebellion sure is gonna miss this." Riggeth said, admiring the look of the ship as he got closer, trailing a claw across the exterior, taking his time before approaching the inside of the hangar bay. "Exactly, so we have to move before they can apprehend us." Kallus said, quickly taking his seat beside Rex in the cockpit, which had a lot more space than the U-wing. Riggeth felt he could actually stretch his legs on this ship. He let the crate he was carrying go, setting it to rest by some other crates inside, before joining Rex and Kallus in the cockpit.

"Hiding missions from your own, admirable Senator? Would this be considered treason?" Riggeth snorted, taking a seat behind Kallus. Rex shrugged him off. "Mon Mothma isn't in charge of everything. Besides, The Ghost crew comes first if you ask me. They're the only reason we made it this far." He spoke with such confidence that it was hard to argue with the man, but it was best not to try anyway. Kallus looked at Rex in agreement before Rex started to bring the Ghost to life, lifting her up in the air. A few seconds after, the ship began to receive a message, which was promptly ignored until they were out of the moon's atmosphere.

"I suppose you guys have a story to cover yourselves?" Riggeth implied.

"Nah. It won't take someone like Mon Mothma to figure out why we're gone." Rex replied with a smirk. Riggeth couldn't help but feel respect for the old Clone. Here he thought Saw had just been building the man up to compensate for the warped ideology in the Rebellion that he was a part of, but it turned out he was wrong to assume things. Rex would have made a good Partisan. Kallus numbered in the coordinates for wherever they were heading, and that's when Rex put the ship in hyperdrive. The ship began to lurch forward before zooming past the stars in a blue haze. It was his least favorite part about hyperspace, the feeling he got before it made a jump. It made his stomach turn, not an easy thing for him to feel anymore.

"We are looking at a two hour ride, so don't sit too tight, boys." Rex said, his arms slacking a bit on the control panel. Kallus turned away in his seat to distract himself with the panel readings for possible incoming signatures, trying to make himself look busy. However, the truth of the matter was, he was terrified of the alien behind him. In two hours, anything could happen. It took less time for the Lasat to obliterate his patrol, and leave him alive. He wandered how much his face had changed since then. "Riggeth" didn't look like he remembered him, and if he was standing next to any other Lasat, Kallus might not have been sure who it was in his memory that committed the act. His vision was blurred, there was fire and smoke everywhere. He could only make out long, flowing braids of hair and a chip in the right ear. Riggeth had several bites and marks on his body since then, but Kallus could tell it was him. Not to mention Saw didn't have a surplus of Lasat mercenaries he worked with. Kallus decided he would give Riggeth no reason to believe the man he spared was him, as not to jeopardize the mission or his life.

'Why did you even ask for his help to begin with, you idiot,' the voice of his old imperial-self mocked. It was true, he had taken a risk. If he had wanted, he could have taken some money from the Rebels' personal savings and used it to pay another rebel sympathizer who probably didn't have any bad history with him. However, there was something inside of him that told him to go to Saw for help. Mon Mothma and some of the Ghost crew already picked up on his disdain for the man, mainly rooted in personal experience and imperial-fed garbage, but it was true of what he said. Saw had no qualms whatsoever in doing what he thought was the best for the Rebellion, and that included dirty tactics even the scummiest imperials practiced. It was a hard thought to swallow. Even when he became a turncoat, he never felt so conflicted in his life. His loyalty to the Empire, his unwillingness to believe it had all been bad from the start, that he had been a complete fool all this time, was not an easy thing to admit, and it still wasn't. Even knowing the truth, there was still that part of him that was not completely Rebel. It felt even worse, like a tumor in his gut, when he decided the best course of action to save Hera Syndulla was to get Saw's help. They were out of options, and Mon Mothma wasn't going to help. He refused to let Zeb and the rest of the Ghost crew die on Lothal, not after everything they did for the galaxy, and him. It was a good thing that Rex had near the exact same idea.

Kallus remembered Rex pulling him aside after he recorded a message to Saw about one of his mercenaries, questioning the odd, and specific request. If only Rex had known the truth, that the only person that could help them kill imperials and escape through fiery explosions was a Lasat he met years ago, when he was on the receiving end of one of his attacks. It may had been a long-shot at the time. It was possible the Lasat died years ago, or refused to work with anyone besides Saw, but it was barely a few hours later that Saw contacted him again to say that he got Riggeth to help, with little to no convincing.

Rex was doubtful at first, and having the experienced war veteran doubt him made Kallus worry. Rex was born and raised for battle. He learned war tactics, and earned experience, way more than Kallus had as an ISB agent. Not to mention, the old man defeated three AT-ATs' with just a small, uglified walker, and half the Ghost crew. He shuddered. That event had been an embarrassing disappointment to his rather spotless career as an imperial. Nevertheless, when Saw had shown up with Riggeth, he saw a look on the man's face that didn't read any kind of worrisome behavior. He may have even looked excited. Kallus really hoped he was doing something right, and that it wouldn't be too late for Hera, or Zeb, or anyone else left on Lothal. Riggeth would become his new plan to distract the Empire, and possibly turn their luck around.

'Don't you think you putting too much faith into somebody who simply kicked your ass 18 years ago?' came another disembodied voice. However, this voice sounded much more like Zeb than his old self. The voice gave him a lot more comfort, strangely enough. The way Kallus used to talk and words he used to say, sounded more like those of some inner demon that would come out every so often and try to torture him. He had been able to suppress it with Mon Mothma's meaningless jobs and the Ghost crew's company, but now he was left with the mechanisms of his own mind, with only a Clone, and a Lasat with a past. At least Rex had been a valuable member of the Ghost Crew, and got along with Kallus a little more than when they didn't. Kallus felt a good amount of safety with the man, and he already sensed that Rex earned the Lasat's respect, with how well he got along with Saw.

"What kind of planet is Lothal?" Riggeth asked. He had a feeling he should have asked sooner, but honestly, it was the last question on his mind. Locations rarely ever mattered to him. Having faced the worst in backwater planets to the most pristine casinos in the galaxy. However, it certainly mattered in regards to how well they could move around, especially if they were going to a more popular, rich planet. Riggeth didn't do well in those kinds of places, but he still got his jobs done. It usually cost double the pay.

"It's a quiet, little planet. One of our members, Ezra Bridger, grew up there." Rex informed. Kallus kept quiet.

"That's a bit too convenient to be coincidence. This guy get sentimental over the place?" Riggeth asked.

"Naturally. The Empire has been taking over the place little by little, and the settlement there is massive. It was Ezra's idea to try and save it, but regrettably, only a few could make the trip, under Mon Mothma's command." Rex sighed.

"And, without extra support, they are stuck there. Right?" Riggeth asked.

Rex nodded. "The entire fleet that Hera took with her were wiped out, including Hera's ship. We had received a short transmission from the others and the last of the Rebels who were stationed there. Don't know how they managed that, but they've gotten through worse."

"I'm not sure they have…" Kallus muttered to himself, but they all could hear him.

Rex frowned. "No matter, with us involved, we can get Hera back, and get the rest of the Rebels out of there."

"So, no helping Lothal then?" Riggeth said in a weirdly accusatory tone of voice that he didn't mean to come off that way. Rex didn't seem to be wounded by it, and answered with a response that closed off that topic for good.

"There are lots of planets that need help, and Lothal is one of them. However, I won't lose them over impossible odds. I thought they had a chance, but now they just need to get out of there." Rex sounded frustrated near the end. He had been good at hiding it, but he seemed just as worried as Kallus was. It was true. The Ghost crew always managed to escape when the situation seemed dire, but with Thrawn in command, the imperials dominating every facet of Lothal, and several losses already, it was time to think realistically, which is exactly where Kallus could be of assistance.

"Got ya." Riggeth clicked his tongue, looking back to the crate Saw left him. He wondered how big of an explosion it could produce. He'd love to test it out on the imperial occupation on Lothal. They may very well be able to escape and destroy the empire's presence there in one fell swoop. Of course, that's if the explosion was damaging enough. He hoped it was.

"Kallus, run a quick diagnostics test on the weapons system, and see if anything needs repairing or refueling before we reach Lothal." Rex said. The tiny interference of soft space debris reminded him of the dangers of going in without properly checking everything was in order. He didn't sense Kallus move, so he turned to see him staring at him, as if he was trying to find an excuse. "Go on." Rex grabbed his shoulder and pushed him away. "You should learn to do some dirty work around here for a change."

Riggeth watched Kallus move out of the cockpit, and just as Kallus feared, followed right after him a minute later.

At that moment, Kallus wished that Chopper had stayed behind to protect him. Despite his size and annoyance, the little droid was feisty and protective. It would certainly keep Riggeth's knees at bay. Kallus quickly reached the weapon's diagnostic exam panel just right of the top gunner, wanting to get it done as fast as possible. He tried not to notice a pair of large footsteps closing in on him.

"Rex mentioned that, uh, Zeb broke your leg. Was it as simple as he made it sound?" Riggeth asked, knowing the answer, but willing to ask to help gouge more information out of Kallus. The man seemed to know the trick too well, for he answered without little hesitation.

"There is nothing much to that story."

Riggeth could tell that Kallus wasn't willing to give him any satisfying answers, so he continued to see if any of his bait could catch the man by the lip.

"ISB agent huh? You know, I'm actually really familiar with people like you?"

'People like you' he said. Kallus picked up on that quickly. He was implying that Kallus hadn't changed at all. He didn't know why he could be so bothered by a few simple words. He had heard worse from petty criminals, but he couldn't help but repeat the sentence in his head.

"I'm sure you were." Kallus said, looking like he was the most concentrated person in the galaxy, staring as the percentage bar of progress slowly began to fill up. It was at 60% now, way too long a wait for this conversation to be over.

"I wonder if we ever knew eachother. No, that's stupid. I'm sure you would have remembered me, right?" Riggeth faked a smile, but Kallus dared not look. Instead, he continued to look at the diagnostic progress, determined not to tear eye contact.

"Yeah." Kallus replied.

Riggeth's ear twitched, and his teeth clicked at the same time. Kallus could tell he was getting frustrated with so little response, but if he let any of his questions get to him, he would be the one in trouble.

"Probably not." Riggeth pulled a gun from his holster and began to examine it. "I mean, I knew Zeb from holograms, but even though we are the last of our kind, we still have never met. I don't think he knows I even exist."

Kallus's focus faltered, his shoulders slacking a bit. He was right. The Lasat next to him, and the Lasat on Lothal, were the only ones left to roam free, and Kallus had a part in that. He almost felt guilty for being afraid of him. How could even think about fearing Riggeth could hurt him when he'd done twice the damage, or more, in his time as an imperial? Riggeth caught on to Kallus's change in posture, looking at him from the corner of his eye.

"He might know you." Kallus said, but it came out as a whisper.

Riggeth shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see, huh? You'll introduce me to him, won't you?" He winked at Kallus.

Kallus finally looked at him clearly, in the eyes. He managed not to flinch as Riggeth put his gun back in its holster, and reach his hand over to pat him on the shoulder. "That's good mate." He replied, sliding away from him and taking Kallus's seat back in the cockpit space with Rex, who didn't comment on it. Kallus looked back to see that the diagnosis was at 68%, and heaved a sigh.