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I literally don’t know anything besides this so I’m not sure where it fits in the continuity but have a rough draft of Kes’s Dad’s Tragic Backstory.
Finn came in as BB-8 started to play a holo. They were still going over the data ey’d grabbed in eir mad dash through the info banks, but even if there was nothing else in there of value, they’d already acquired an enormous amount of actionable intelligence here.
The holo was a man of maybe Poe’s current age, not young but not old, leaning in and speaking intensely to the holocorder. He had dark curling hair, some plastered down to his face with sweat, and his light-colored shirt under his open dark jacket was soaked in blood. He was speaking a language Finn didn’t know, and his voice was hoarse and desperate, out of breath.
From Poe’s expression, it was a language Poe knew. Finn didn’t actually know how many languages Poe knew.
The man in the holo was talking so fast he was stumbling over his words, clearly in a high state of emotion; he paused and closed his eyes for a second, squeezing them shut, then continued, earnest and almost pleading. He shot a look off-camera as if in reaction to a noise, pausing in clear horror– he was being pursued, maybe. It was clear this was a last, desperate missive.
“Get Kes,” Poe said, not looking away from the holo as the man leaned in and spoke again, clearly terrified, obviously trying to squeeze as much information in as he could before he ran out of time.
“Sure,” Finn said, a little absently, and went over to the door. He glanced back; the man in the holo was leaned in so far he was out of focus, repeating something. Poe was watching with an absolutely blank expression.
Kes was talking to one of the comm techs. “Captain,” Finn said. “Captain.”
Kes finished his sentence, then glanced over. “Captain,” he answered, with a shadow of a smile.
“There’s something you’ve got to see,” Finn said.
“Can it wait?” Kes asked, raising an eyebrow.
Finn shook his head. “Poe doesn’t seem to think so.”
Kes quirked his eyebrows, excused himself, and followed Finn back down the hall.
“Kes,” Poe said sharply; he’d come as far as the doorway in his urgency.
“Poe,” Kes said, matching his tone. “What?”
“Lita, Nara, and Yarulf are all names of Xicul survivors,” BB-8 was saying helpfully.
“I know that,” Poe snapped. “Kes. Look at this.” He composed himself a little, and turned to say to BB-8, a little softer, “Thank you. Sorry.”
“What’s,” Kes started to say, and then BB-8 put the holo up again. The starting frame was a freeze of the man’s face, leaning in with a grim set to his mouth as he switched on the ‘corder. It wasn’t even playing yet, it didn’t move, and Kes’s mouth opened, face going blank. “Oh.”
Clearly, he recognized the man, or at least knew what this was about.
“I thought so,” Poe said tightly. “He’s addressing it to someone named Lita, Kes. I imagine you’ll know what he’s talking about, and who this is.”
“It’s Molo Untar,” Kes said, staring unwaveringly at the image. Surely, that was a name, Finn supposed.
Poe stared at Kes, biting his lips with the air of a man who knew he was supposed to be able to fill in the rest, but couldn’t. “I should know who that is,” he admitted finally.
Kes dragged his eyes away from the holo, turning to look at Poe with a tinge of disbelief coloring his expression. “Molo Untar,” he said, “was my father.”
It took Finn a moment’s concentration to work out what that meant. “Oh,” Finn said, arriving at the conclusion. “That would make him your grandfather, Poe.” As the words were in the process of coming out of his mouth, Finn realized that literally everyone else present, including the non-biological sentient, would already know that and have already thought through all of the implications.
Finn really wasn’t sure what the implications were, but they probably would have something to do with the fact that people normally knew who their grandfathers were. “Oh,” he finished, a little lamely, as everyone looked at him.
“I never knew much about him,” Poe said, looking defensive. “I always got the impression nobody wanted to talk about him because he was kind of– a deadbeat.”
Kes looked– upset, that was an upset facial expression. Pained. Hurt. Something about that was painful; his face was all tight. “That was the lie we told,” he said, and his voice was a little rough. “To keep the Empire from coming after us as well. He wasn’t, he was an activist, he fought against the Empire, and we disavowed knowledge of him to keep the Empire off us.” Kes swallowed, hard. “He got caught, and the Empire executed him for sabotage, and we pretended we didn’t know about it.”
“I didn’t know,” Poe said softly.
“I should have made sure you did,” Kes said. “It’s my fault.” He shook his head a little. “BB-8,” he said, a little more firmly, “show me that holo.”
“It will probably upset you a lot,” BB said worriedly, oscillating a little, but Kes didn’t speak Binary.
“It’s okay,” Poe said. “He has to see it, Beep.”
BB-8 whistled a reluctant affirmative, and the holo began to play. The blood drained from Kes’s face as soon as the man began to talk, and Finn cast about and found a chair to slide behind the man. Kes sat down heavily as soon as the chair was in place, and pressed his fingers to his mouth, watching intently.
At the last thing the man said, Kes made a small involuntary noise through his hands. Poe said something soft in Iberican, and Kes didn’t answer, still staring as the holo went dark.
“Papa,” Poe said quietly, after a moment.
Kes breathed in, let it out slowly, breathed in again shallower, and took his hands away from his mouth to say, “Norasol needs to see this immediately.”
Poe said something soft in Iberican, and stepped closer. “Papa,” he said, again, in a murmur. He put his hand on Kes’s shoulder, and Kes covered it with his own hand, holding on tightly.
“So that’s what happened to Molo Untar,” Kes said, quietly.
I literally don’t know anything besides this so I’m not sure where it fits in the continuity but have a rough draft of Kes’s Dad’s Tragic Backstory.
Finn came in as BB-8 started to play a holo. They were still going over the data ey’d grabbed in eir mad dash through the info banks, but even if there was nothing else in there of value, they’d already acquired an enormous amount of actionable intelligence here.
The holo was a man of maybe Poe’s current age, not young but not old, leaning in and speaking intensely to the holocorder. He had dark curling hair, some plastered down to his face with sweat, and his light-colored shirt under his open dark jacket was soaked in blood. He was speaking a language Finn didn’t know, and his voice was hoarse and desperate, out of breath.
From Poe’s expression, it was a language Poe knew. Finn didn’t actually know how many languages Poe knew.
The man in the holo was talking so fast he was stumbling over his words, clearly in a high state of emotion; he paused and closed his eyes for a second, squeezing them shut, then continued, earnest and almost pleading. He shot a look off-camera as if in reaction to a noise, pausing in clear horror– he was being pursued, maybe. It was clear this was a last, desperate missive.
“Get Kes,” Poe said, not looking away from the holo as the man leaned in and spoke again, clearly terrified, obviously trying to squeeze as much information in as he could before he ran out of time.
“Sure,” Finn said, a little absently, and went over to the door. He glanced back; the man in the holo was leaned in so far he was out of focus, repeating something. Poe was watching with an absolutely blank expression.
Kes was talking to one of the comm techs. “Captain,” Finn said. “Captain.”
Kes finished his sentence, then glanced over. “Captain,” he answered, with a shadow of a smile.
“There’s something you’ve got to see,” Finn said.
“Can it wait?” Kes asked, raising an eyebrow.
Finn shook his head. “Poe doesn’t seem to think so.”
Kes quirked his eyebrows, excused himself, and followed Finn back down the hall.
“Kes,” Poe said sharply; he’d come as far as the doorway in his urgency.
“Poe,” Kes said, matching his tone. “What?”
“Lita, Nara, and Yarulf are all names of Xicul survivors,” BB-8 was saying helpfully.
“I know that,” Poe snapped. “Kes. Look at this.” He composed himself a little, and turned to say to BB-8, a little softer, “Thank you. Sorry.”
“What’s,” Kes started to say, and then BB-8 put the holo up again. The starting frame was a freeze of the man’s face, leaning in with a grim set to his mouth as he switched on the ‘corder. It wasn’t even playing yet, it didn’t move, and Kes’s mouth opened, face going blank. “Oh.”
Clearly, he recognized the man, or at least knew what this was about.
“I thought so,” Poe said tightly. “He’s addressing it to someone named Lita, Kes. I imagine you’ll know what he’s talking about, and who this is.”
“It’s Molo Untar,” Kes said, staring unwaveringly at the image. Surely, that was a name, Finn supposed.
Poe stared at Kes, biting his lips with the air of a man who knew he was supposed to be able to fill in the rest, but couldn’t. “I should know who that is,” he admitted finally.
Kes dragged his eyes away from the holo, turning to look at Poe with a tinge of disbelief coloring his expression. “Molo Untar,” he said, “was my father.”
It took Finn a moment’s concentration to work out what that meant. “Oh,” Finn said, arriving at the conclusion. “That would make him your grandfather, Poe.” As the words were in the process of coming out of his mouth, Finn realized that literally everyone else present, including the non-biological sentient, would already know that and have already thought through all of the implications.
Finn really wasn’t sure what the implications were, but they probably would have something to do with the fact that people normally knew who their grandfathers were. “Oh,” he finished, a little lamely, as everyone looked at him.
“I never knew much about him,” Poe said, looking defensive. “I always got the impression nobody wanted to talk about him because he was kind of– a deadbeat.”
Kes looked– upset, that was an upset facial expression. Pained. Hurt. Something about that was painful; his face was all tight. “That was the lie we told,” he said, and his voice was a little rough. “To keep the Empire from coming after us as well. He wasn’t, he was an activist, he fought against the Empire, and we disavowed knowledge of him to keep the Empire off us.” Kes swallowed, hard. “He got caught, and the Empire executed him for sabotage, and we pretended we didn’t know about it.”
“I didn’t know,” Poe said softly.
“I should have made sure you did,” Kes said. “It’s my fault.” He shook his head a little. “BB-8,” he said, a little more firmly, “show me that holo.”
“It will probably upset you a lot,” BB said worriedly, oscillating a little, but Kes didn’t speak Binary.
“It’s okay,” Poe said. “He has to see it, Beep.”
BB-8 whistled a reluctant affirmative, and the holo began to play. The blood drained from Kes’s face as soon as the man began to talk, and Finn cast about and found a chair to slide behind the man. Kes sat down heavily as soon as the chair was in place, and pressed his fingers to his mouth, watching intently.
At the last thing the man said, Kes made a small involuntary noise through his hands. Poe said something soft in Iberican, and Kes didn’t answer, still staring as the holo went dark.
“Papa,” Poe said quietly, after a moment.
Kes breathed in, let it out slowly, breathed in again shallower, and took his hands away from his mouth to say, “Norasol needs to see this immediately.”
Poe said something soft in Iberican, and stepped closer. “Papa,” he said, again, in a murmur. He put his hand on Kes’s shoulder, and Kes covered it with his own hand, holding on tightly.
“So that’s what happened to Molo Untar,” Kes said, quietly.
