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It took Kes a moment to parse what he was seeing. “Who are you,” he demanded urgently, interrupting the pilot’s hesitant recitation of whatever he was talking about.
“Uh,” the pilot said. He was Oaxctli, there was no doubting it; in his nose and the spacing of his eyes he was a dead ringer for Kes’s long-dead cousin. “What?” He spoke in Basic, blank and uncomprehending.
Leia had mentioned this. This was what she’d been talking about. Fuck. “Who the fuck are you,” Kes said, switching to Basic.
“I uh,” the pilot said. “JN-4002, sir.”
It was an alphanumeric designation like a Stormtrooper. “Xacristo,” Kes said, staring at him. “I figured she was lying.”
“Bolt,” Finn said. “Call him Bolt. We have to assume he’s on our side.”
“Forgiveness is easier than permission,” the pilot said, biting his lip with just a glimmer of hopeful mischief coming through his nervous fear as he cut his eyes sidelong to look at Finn, and it was exactly the expression Tito would have worn, except Tito had died thirty-two years ago, younger then than this man was now.
It took Kes a moment to parse what he was seeing. “Who are you,” he demanded urgently, interrupting the pilot’s hesitant recitation of whatever he was talking about.
“Uh,” the pilot said. He was Oaxctli, there was no doubting it; in his nose and the spacing of his eyes he was a dead ringer for Kes’s long-dead cousin. “What?” He spoke in Basic, blank and uncomprehending.
Leia had mentioned this. This was what she’d been talking about. Fuck. “Who the fuck are you,” Kes said, switching to Basic.
“I uh,” the pilot said. “JN-4002, sir.”
It was an alphanumeric designation like a Stormtrooper. “Xacristo,” Kes said, staring at him. “I figured she was lying.”
“Bolt,” Finn said. “Call him Bolt. We have to assume he’s on our side.”
“Forgiveness is easier than permission,” the pilot said, biting his lip with just a glimmer of hopeful mischief coming through his nervous fear as he cut his eyes sidelong to look at Finn, and it was exactly the expression Tito would have worn, except Tito had died thirty-two years ago, younger then than this man was now.
