Something had stirred in his heart when he heard the Mandalorians were headed to steal the Kyber Crystals of the Outer Rim Coalition. Something that had been there since he watch Gilamar Skirata stand up to the Death Watch murderers not so long ago. But he had kept it down, hidden beneath layer after layer of fear. And then Theyferra happened, and Dagobah and suddenly he found himself following a small flotilla striking wherever the Darkness was. They had taken their loss and turned it into unshakable resolve while he cowered behind stacks of credits and a fine pressed beskar weave suit.
But that changed today.
Aldera - The Green House
An order came through. Red Plom Bloom, a letter with hidden datachip.
This is all I can do.
My brothers fight blindly, unquestioning, for the same darkness they slaughtered hundreds for.
They claim that the Force only brings corruption, but let themselves be corrupted.
So here I give this Red Plom Bloom to you. May its beauty bring you hope in the dark days ahead.
May the Force be With You.
-Cin Vhetin
The message was to no one in particular, but the data hidden within the flower arrangement and letter held highly classified information. Building specifications, shipping routes, factory and storage locations. A tool the sender hoped the Resistance would use to hijack a new shipment of fighters headed towards a particularly wealthy Sith sympathizer on Taris. A credit routing number was left as well, not MandalMotors funds, but from the same customer the shipment was headed to. It was the least Zeke could do in his position. He could do this, pose as Cin Vhetin and feed the Resistance.
Even a coward like him would fight the Dark.
