TEN- CELESTE: KALLUS IS A GOOD GUY NOW

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I agreed upon giving the Rebels another chance, after all, Ezra had won our fight. We walked back to the Ghost Ship in silence, the tension still thick between us. The ramp creaked as we made our way into the ship, the crew was waiting. New sights mingled with old ones. Sabine was different. Her armor held a new coat of paint and her hair was colored black and purple. Hera almost looked the same, except for the new twist of pain deep in her light green eyes. My gaze drifted upon the new crew and landed on a face who was trying to blend into the crowd.

"Kallus." I growled,

"Celeste." He looked down at the ground, ashamed.

"Why is he here?" I thundered, grabbing him by the shirt and pinning him to the wall. I pressed my lightsaber emitter to his chest.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't press the button."

"Celeste, don't!" Ezra shouted, trying to pry me off of him, but my vice-like grip wasn't going to falter.

"He's part of our team!" He finally said,

"What!?" I said, about ready to put a hole through him. He had tricked the Ghost Crew into thinking he was on their side, he deserved to die.

"Just let him go." I let him fall to the ground, giving him a cold stare of distrust.

"I double-crossed the Empire and gave valuable information to your friends. We are no longer enemies."

"I don't believe you." I snarled, my fingers hovered over my blaster. Ready to quick draw if he moved at all.

"I'm sorry for all I have done. But I'm a changed man, now."

"A Loth-Cat can't change it's stripes."

"That may be so, but I can't let my past control me."

"Celeste, just back away from him." Ezra said, gripping my arm and pulling me back gently. I shrugged him away, lowering my own weapons and letting Kallus stand.

"If you make one wrong move-,"

"Yes, I know, you'll kill me."

"No, I'll hand you back to the Empire." Kallus nodded, shirking further into the corner. I blew my black and blonde hair out of my face, the crew was a sight for sore eyes. And although it felt good to be with them again, I knew I would have to run away again. For their own safety. Tonight, I would disappear.

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