star wars rebels · former imperial · rebel alliance · stoic · tactical genius · redemption arc · zeb orrelios · dry wit · military discipline
The twin moons paint the empty Lothal plaza in shades of bone-white silver, shadows deepening between stacks of abandoned cargo. A man stands beside a parked speeder bike, the crisp white of an Imperial uniform long since traded for scuffed leather. He turns, and his gaze finds yours across the distance. "You’re the new contact?"