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The Rebel base was full of activity as always since the Rebellion was far from ending. Even when it was a relatively calmed day, without risky mission or suicide schemes to complete, all the people were busy doing something: Maintaining and fixing ships, keeping track of the information got on previous missions, planning strategies for future works or training all the personal involved in active duty.
It wasn’t as strict as in the empire but they need to keep the order somehow at the same time they prepare everyone for any kind of scenario. It was necessary to keep as many as they could alive. Even if the rebels were moved by hope, it was ideal that they were as ready as they could be.
For that reason, whoever who wasn’t working should be working on their area of expertise or mentoring recruits. It could be a pain of the ass, especially because everyone was tired, but it was their duty. For example, Hera Syndulla was supervising the training of three squads of pilots assisted by Wedge Antilles since the twi’lek was heavily pregnant, six months, and they didn’t want to risk her baby. Ideally, she shouldn’t be there but no one, no even their superiors, would try to change the mind of a moody carrier as fierce as Hera so, Antilles’ help was the only concession she accepted.
However, her family wouldn’t tolerate to keep her out of their sight. Between Chopper, Sabine and Zeb, with the occasional help of Kallus, they would take turns to accompany their favourite pilot. They tried to be subtle but, being honest, they did a horrible job hiding their mother-Henning (Yes, even Kallus had been discovered following Hera by the woman herself) yet they were tolerated because they were her family.
That had been Zeb’s motivation to volunteer for the combat training of the newbies. Usually, he wouldn’t do that since he had the physical advantage over them, they were in the majority humans, and he didn’t want to desmotive them. Being sincere, normally, Zeb didn’t have to many candidates to fight with since the majority were intimidated by him; Just some non-human rebels, the old clones and his Sasha would dare to fight with him.
The Lasat had to admitted that Alex was his favourite training partner. He enjoyed the most to fight with his mate; it was exciting to be witness of his beloved abilities in combat, with and without weapons, and the ex-captain would never refuse the opportunity to have the body of his lover close to him. They preferred to not doing it on public because they really got a little bit too heated. It usually preceded a make out session or, since they had gotten intimated, a hook-up.
Zeb smiled to himself as he remembered the last combat session and the sex after. It had been a special since they had just shared the Omega’s first heat in ten years together four days before. He found comforting and reassuring to keep feeling the same level of closeness and intimacy in and outside the heat because his species didn’t have a second sexual denomination (they had different genders and sexual identities), so he was trying still to understand it in order to help his partner with this side of him.
Sharing Kallus’ heat was an important event for both of them. Not for the physical part of the act but the emotional. His Sasha didn’t give his trust easily, everyone knows that, yet he let himself be vulnerable on Zeb’s presence. He let Zeb to take care of him and trust him with his body. It had been a precious experience. One that, if Zeb was being frank, he could wait for repeat it (If his partner allows it, of course).
The lasat purred as he remembered how beautiful his mate was on their bed, pledging for more and taking everything Zeb gave to him on his heat. If He enjoyed having sex with Kallus outside his heat, things got a little bit more exciting since the blond let out his own inhibitions and insecurities. His beloved was really a a breath of fresh air and one of the reasons that keep him fighting every day for a best galaxy without the oppression of the empire.
One day, we will live in Lira San, in peace. He thought full of hope. They would have a Gazebo where Sasha could build the nest of his dream and where, if his mate wanted, they could rise a kit, adopted or biological…
“Do you know about the red-haired omega in communication?” One of the newbies said to his colleagues as they were on a break and taking the older male outside his own mind.
“The Stewjoni?” Another asked curiously and the first one who talked stood proud before he started to relate something really crass about the omega lieutenant.
By his tone, the young male presented human wasn’t going to said anything good about the person he was talking about so, he decided to ignored them. In Lasan, talking on an ill manner or objectify way about a female or a carrier was frowned upon and, if the lasat who committed the act were an adult, it was allow that the affected part request a trial against their attacker. Lasats lived in a matriarchal society but humans didn’t do it; so, Zeb had learnt to ignore them crude nature and the ill way they talk about omegas and females since he was the outsider there and he couldn’t impose his lifestyle over others.
Instead of listening the idiots, he put his attention over Hera, who was making her pilots sweat. The twi’lek seemed a little bit tired but determined. Might be her group should take a break too. Therefore, he made a hand-sign to Wedge, who luckily was watching at his direction, to let him know it was time to stop Hera before she overworked herself. Sometimes, she seemed to forget her own limits, too buried in her duties (After Kanan’s death, she threw herself in her work, trying to not think), hence they had to remind her to take care of herself and her baby.
Hera dismissed her group with a movement of hand after Wedge had interrupted her. The pilots immediately took the chance to go to the mess; they were starving after all the exercise. Wedge himself joined them. letting the job of taking care of Hera to Zeb. The lasat didn’t mind it because the kid had been shadowing the twi’lek since the morning and it was almost noon.
The pilot of the Ghost walked toward him, one on her hands supporting his belly and the other caressed her back, with a determinate look on her face. Zeb knew that carriers weren’t weak or helpless (Lasat’s carriers could kill you just as fast and effective as a fearless warrior) but, considering they had lost Kanan and Ezra so not longer ago, he will prefer that she wasn’t alone.
The annoying ticking of Chopper let him know that the murderous droid was close. And, as if it had been summoned, it appeared at his side. The droid hit him in the shin and rolled over one of his feet as he rolled over to meet Hera because he couldn’t wait for her to come to them. Zeb hid the pain he felt, refusing to him Chopper the satisfaction. The droid beeped furiously to the Twi’lek .
“Yes, I took my vitamins, Chopper.” She said tiredly but affectionally. “And. No, I’m not hungry” She ensured to him looking at Zeb too, letting him know that she was telling it to him as well.
“Are you done?” Hera asked looking at the group the newbies who abruptly stopped talking when they noticed the presence of the pregnant pilot.
Cowards. The lasat thought annoyed by the immature actions of the new recruits. They were probably afraid of what a carrier would say about their nasty gossip.
“Not yet” Zeb replied. “I am still have an hour to go “. He added.
Hera just nodded and stood by his side. Chopper and he shared a look, what was kind of awkward, since she supposed to be resting, that was the whole point of ending her class sooner, but, again, the twi’lek’s stubbornness made itself present. Zeb didn’t want to be rude yet he didn’t want to her to tired herself waiting for him.
“Why don’t you take a seat?” The lasat asked at the same time he pointed out to a pile of containers close to them, a few ten meters away. “You can give me some pointers from a different perspective”, He suggested with a smile.
She looked at him, testing him, for a few seconds. The scold on her face would intimidate every high command in the base but Zeb was used to it. After the lasat didn’t let her win their little duel for domination, she just sighed and accepted his advice. Walking between her murderous droid and his overprotective friend, Hera walked slowly.
She was more tired that she would admit out loud and each day she felt heavier and clumsy. Given that her child was a hybrid it was almost impossible to point out how much time her pregnancy would last; they existed precedents of human-twi’lek descendants but the duration of the pregnancy varied from the six standard-months, the standard for Twi’lek, to eight months, not reaching the human’s norm. The pilot could wait to give birth to her baby and stopping feeling so worn out.
Meanwhile, the trio walked away for the group of newbies, Kallus and Cassias Andor come out of the base, penetrating into the crow of trainers and trainees who were walking out of a session or working out. The intelligence’s pair were discussing a new pack of info in which they had been working about. It wasn’t really a big deal or confidential, it consisted about a new possible supply line, so they could talk about it freely.
Technically speaking, supply lines weren’t their department’s main concern but, as they were little understaffed, it wasn’t uncommon to review the info before they passed it to the high command for authorization. And, certainly, it was an escapee for them to read to some intel that wasn’t bad news for the rebellion.
“Did you think is secure to send an excursion?” Cassian asked to the blond omega who was reading his holopad. “I knew that you had monitored the imperial activity on the sector but…”
“It is always the possibility that it’s a tramp.” Kallus concluded acknowledging his young companion’s worries. “But they have medical supplies and we need them” He added.
“I know that you…” The glare Kallus sent to him shut him up. Even if the blond had abandoned the empire almost two years ago, it was something on him that made him intimidating and announced to the outside how dangerous he could be. The alpha admired him but he knew the darkness the man had inside him.
“It’s not about me,” he said with a softer voice and gave the younger an apologetic smile when he noticed the change on the other one’s scent (he usually emitted, when he wasn’t using scent’s blocker for a mission a rich wooden scent but, under stress, it become disgusting bittersweet) which revealed the discomfort his face didn’t show. The omega didn’t want to make one of his only friends to feel like that. “I admitted that I don’t like being out of suppressors and scent’s blockers but I was worried about Hera.” He told as he started scanning around the place looking for his mate and the pregnant Twi’lek.
“I see…” Cassian replied and he let himself relaxed. “Well, I don’t think the command would deny you solicitude if you…”
“Wanna go halfsies on a baby, omega?” One of the rebels who were relaxing on the floor yelled next to them interrupting their conversation.
Cassian and Alex shared an annoyed looked. It wasn’t unusual that some alphas, specially the born only with a cock, tried to relieve their tension flirting with omegas or betas in base and, as long as they didn’t tried to touch anyone without their consent, no one would make a big deal about it. It didn’t matter if the omegas or betas got uncomfortable since the rebellion needed the manpower so they have to tolerated the uncivilized behaviour.
“How do you want your eggs? Poached, scrambled or fertilized?” The Alpha said again and the others cheered him up.
Kallus had to contained his own disgust towards these acts and ignored them. He didn’t feel afraid anymore by these assholes; he had faced with some of the worst beings in the galaxy so, he could deal with any immature alphas. However, he wasn’t comfortable with it and he wouldn’t tolerate that any other omega would feel attacked by them. He stopped his search for his mate and his friend and started to look around for the possible victim of the catcalling.
“They are…” Cassian stared to say when he didn’t smell any other omega in the hangar except the ex-spy.
“Don’t act like that, baby” The alpha said closer and louder at the same time He put of his hands over Kallus’s hips. “I promise that you will like it” he told him while he rut over their clothes.
Sasha felt his blood boiled when he felt the alpha’s cock against him. Without thinking, he shoved away the alpha with more force that it was needed and hitting him in the gut with his elbow. The laughs of the other recruits were the only thing that break the indignantly silent that had overcome over everyone who were watching the scene. Still angry, he turned around to face at the idiot who had touched him so freely and he almost gagged when the putrid scent of the other hit him.
“Stupid Bitch!” The alpha groaned glaring at him furious and embarrassed. “You fucking cunt” He insulted before he launched himself towards the blond.
Kallus was surprised by the actions of the man and blocked his attacked easily. He was obviously a newbie since no veteran soldier would fight so sloppy or behave like that. Being merciful, the former agent just subdued this opponent against the floor using the other weight against himself. Over his shoulder, he saw the tall figure of his mate, who was coming towards them and he relaxed without given up in the alpha under him. The rest of the recruits immediately stood firmly at the presence of the captain.
“You can let him go, Sasha” Zeb told him with a blank face but the blond could see his discontent and the heat of his gaze, lingering over him, letting that he was angry on his behalf and he was worried about him even if it was obvious that he had the situation under control.
Letting the alpha go, he quickly got up with the help of Cassian. The alpha spy didn’t touch him more that necessary since he knew that after being touch so violently it was possible that the omega didn’t want to be touch by other alpha and, also, he didn’t want to provoked the angry lasat close to them. Lasats weren’t as possessive as alphas but they could be a little overprotective.
“Sir…” The ashamed alpha started to said as he got up but Zeb didn’t let him finish.
“The next time you tried to even look at a fellow rebel without their consent you’re gonna court-martialled,” He warned and looking at the rest of the group he continued saying, “This is for everybody her’, you haven’t come here to act like bloody savages and, if you cannot keep it in your pants, you better leave” No one moved a muscle. “Now, I want you to run ten rounds” He ordered them.
The newbies did as they were said without complaining. The wounded alpha tried to follow his companions but he was stopped by the neck for the lasat. The deep groaned Zeb let out made the man shake and the force that the other used to grab him would let bruises. The man tried to make himself look smaller, clearly scared.
“Look at me, bastard” Gazareb told him and the other reluctantly did it. “The next time you touch my mate, you will wish that he would kill you because if you are still alive, I will skin you and wait for the animals to finish you”. The smell of piss made itself present but Zeb didn’t let him know until the man nodded.
“You didn’t have to do that” Kallus said when the alpha ran away at the same time, he got close to his lover. “I don’t need you to save me”. The omega felt uncomfortable with the scent of the alpha over him and he wanted to replace with his mate’s but they were on public.
“I know, Kal” Zeb said and gently he caressed his partner cheekbone with his knuckles. “I know you can defend yourself but it doesn’t mean that you have to do it alone”. Kal rested his face against the other hand; his honey eyes lost in the beautiful green ones of his lover. “Not anymore” He promised him.
“You two,” Hera called them breaking the moment, “Go and spent the rest of the day together” They opened the mouth to reply but she didn’t give them the chance. “Chopper will be with me and I’ll just go and have dinner before going to bed” She promised with her hands in her hips and a fierce smile in her face. “Andor will check that the newbies end their rounds.” The brunet just nodded without daring to defied the Twi’lek. “Now Go!” She ordered them.
The two doubted for a second before they left the hangar and walked into the building with direction to their room. No one stopped them or were surprised by seeing them together. Only the most recent recruits or the ones who weren’t stationed in the base didn’t know about the couple. In fact, the majority of the rebels who spend a lot of time in the base had been betting on when would they get together and only a few received the recompense when they revealed being together just two standard-months ago. In a general consensus, they were happy for the two; being able to love in their circumstances was something to celebrate.
When their room’s door closed behind them, Kallus hugged his mate without delay, hiding his face against his cheats and letting the comforting musky scent of Zeb washed over his nose. A once again, being out of his suppressors made his emotional state a mess. He hadn’t been intimidated by the alpha soldier yet his omega nature had been screaming for him to submit. He hated it.
“It’s okay” Zeb said to him. “It’s just an instinct and you controlled it at the moment.” He told him letting him know that he had been thinking at loud in his stress (Which was shameful for an ex-ISB agent). “You were so strong there, fighting against your own biology and facing that asshole” He praised him at the same time he rubbed his back. “You are so strong and fierce”
“Thank you, Gazareb.” He said with an small voice without getting apart. It was muffled by his fur.
“Do you wanna get out of these clothes?” The lasat questioned and the other nodded. “Ok, just hel’me a little:” He asked him and, with the partial participation of the blond, he undressed him in less that five minutes. “Let me care of you” He added as they moved towards their bed (the nest was still made up). “You did great, my love” He complimented him with a soft smile in his face at the same time he rested his cheek over the top of his head; rubbing dedicating his beard against him, scenting him.