Aru'e

The blonde girl

Tw: Self-doubt,

~Hunter~

"So..." Wrecker trailed off. "What do we do now?"

I sighed, crossing my arms. "I don't know. This is just a mess."

Crosshair curled his lip at Porgy as he chirped, hopping around. "Do we need to report Keres to our supervisors? Does this count as a Jedi? I'm so confused."

"I'll just... report this and see what our orders are from here," I decided, scooping Porgy up and placing him on Crosshair's lap after he nearly fell off the table.

Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck. "I have to admit, I'm scared. The last time somethin' like this happened was with Omega. Those rebels did that to us and her. She's gone because of them. I don't want Amita or Tech to die."

"Tech's not dead." A laugh bubbled up in Crosshair's throat, but it was far from one of humour. "He betrayed us."

"Hey, Tech wouldn't do somethin' like that," Wrecker muttered.

"Where is he then?" Crosshair demanded, spreading his arms wide. "Where is our precious Tech'ika then?"

"Enough!" I angrily said. "This isn't going to fix anything!"

"Then what will?" Crosshair hissed, standing up abruptly. Porgy slid off his lap with a shrill shriek, and Wrecker caught him.

"I don't know!" I buried my face in my hands. "I don't know."

"Some leader you are," Crosshair mumbled, falling back into his chair.

I flinched.

"Hey!" Wrecker glowered at Crosshair. "He's tryin' his best!"

"His best isn't good enough!" Crosshair exclaimed. "Look at what's happened to us! Our brother betrayed us, our sis- other teammate got captured, we're working for the Empire!"

"Don't speak badly about the Empire! If we're anything, it's loyal!" I snapped.

"Maybe I don't want to be part of the Empire anymore," Crosshair quietly said. "Maybe I want to live my own life."

I lifted my chin. "Then I'd have to turn you in for treason."

Crosshair fished around in his belt and pulled out a toothpick, placed it in his mouth, and stormed out.

Wrecker glanced at me before following him out.

I felt Porgy climb onto my shoulder, and said to him, "The team is falling apart."

~Rex~

I finished my speech, and as everyone exited the briefing room, I took the holodisk out and placed it in my pocket.

"Where's Amita?"

I turned my gaze to Zeb, the Lasat who towered over me. "Did no one tell you?"

"I just got back from a long assignment." Zeb shook his head. "Tell me what?"

"Amita... got captured by the Empire," I told him, feeling the wisp of resentment curl inside me. "We tired to get her back but she didn't want to leave them."

"Amita's a buckethead now?" Zeb frowned, hands gripping the table. "This doesn't make any sense."

"It surprised us as well." I scowled. "Echo's still upset. I've moved on. I've learned to block out these feelings."