It Doesn't Really Matter

Weapons Diagnosis

"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 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.