childofrebellion: (kind at the end)
Meeting an asset in their home never went well, too many variables that couldn't be controlled, Kay had informed him it was a horrible idea before he left. He agreed but this was the only way that the informant would share their intel. Kay couldn't come with him, he'd stand out too much in this neighborhood hanging onto respectability with dragging fingernails.

Cassian went up the lift which rattled, but he'd noticed some stairs that he could take if he needed to. Of course his asset lived on almost the top floor and as he stepped out, he straightened his jacket and felt his blaster in his bag. He did the arranged knock and Teth-Hi, a Cerean with greying hair peered out and around the hall and giving Cassian a long look, "There you are."

Then the door was opened enough for him to enter when a tiny Twi'lek child ran up to him, "Hello, are you going to play with me?"

Cassian gave Teth-Hi a raised eyebrow before lowering himself and smiling, "I don't have time to. I'm just here to get a message from Teth. Does Teth-Hi take care of you?"

This wasn't good, if there was a child involved then it would be easier for Teth-Hi to be pressured.

"Only when Papa's working, we live next door. Where do you live?" She kept talking and showing him what she was drawing on a datapad while Teth-Hi slipped a datachip into his hand.

"I live on my ship except when I'm able to stop at nice ports like yours," He kept his voice light and comforting though he didn't like this, he didn't know how much her father could be trusted. The datachip was slipped into one of the secret pockets in his jacket as the door opened and the smell of alcohol came before an older male Twi-lek.

Cassian stood up, blocking the girl as Teth-Hi stood up, "Mazer, you're home early."

Mazer only saw Cassian and started pointing at him, "Who's that? Who are you bringing around my Aayla?"

"Just leaving," He kept his voice gentle and didn't stand up fully, the Twi'lek was taller but standing up tall would be seen as a threat. Teth-Hi was in front of Aayla, who he managed to give a smile to and she watched him, her eyes serious as he slowly shifted towards the door. How often did this happen?

"I know who you are, you're going to ruin it all," Mazer seemed to wobble and in a movement faster than Cassian expected there was the hum of a vibraknife in Mazer's hands.

"I'm not trying to hurt anything, there's no need for that." As the knife came towards him, he did his best to block with his arm and heard the knife skim off the lockpicks in his sleeve before he got away from it.

Mazer and he had switched places but the Twi'lek only had eyes for him as he heard in Aayla's quiet pleading that this had happened before. A few more steps and he could move and he didn't think Mazer was up to following him. His eyes watched that knife which swayed but Mazer's hands were steady and as he prepared to dodge into the hall, at the same moment, Mazer lunged, the knife slicing under his open jacket and around his side as he ran. Behind him he heard Teth-Hi saying as Aayla cried, "See, he's gone, no one's coming to take you back, Mazer."

In the stairs, he clutched his side and got down another floor before looking at the curving and deep wound. He didn't have any bacta on him but he had another shirt that could be a bandage and at least the wound was under his jacket. Winding and pressing took longer than he wanted as his hands turned red and his shirt got darker. Finally it was set and he zipped up his jacket and wiped his hands with a grease stained cloth. He took his time with every step down the stairs, all eighteen flights before pausing at the door to the lobby. If he went through and took the quickest way, he could get back to where Kay was waiting. Kay always kept some bacta around and he just had to keep going, it was deep but he would survive, that's what he did.
childofrebellion: (kind at the end)
Cassian's spent the days since showing Sombra around busy following up on possible leads. He's played up being a tourist and watched a Holonet broadcast of the Senate, picked up some tips on how to blend as an Imperial while listening to bored aides complain about their jobs and done some slicing to help Wookie refugees have the proper visas to get someplace safer.

Now he's back at the cantina savoring a decent quality glass of Coreillian rum and trying to ignore the awful band. He's fairly certain that the owner, a human actually from Coruscant picks the bad bands on purpose so everyone drinks more. Beside him there's a bump as Mast sits down, "Buy me a drink, Jeron and tell me how a woman like that was going out with you."

"Why do I have to buy you a drink?" He almost whines but Mast's one of his favorites, they've known each other since Cassian first started coming to Coruscant. Two down on their luck boys from the Mid and Outer Rim trying to understand what they can do on a planet that felt like the whole galaxy in one place.

There are a lot of lies between them and a few truths. Mast's voice was fond, "Because you're my friend and I know everything that goes on."

"Fine, you win and I was paying her back for helping me out," He orders another round with a laugh as he rubs his hair, Sombra makes him feel hopeful and lighter, he's not used to that.

"You paid her back by bringing her here, you've found the perfect woman for you, Jeron. Does she also like the rust heap you fly in and with?" Mast shook his head, his tentacles shifting about as if he were under water; he knew about Kay but not well. It wasn't safe to bring Kay to Coruscant that often.

Before Cassian could answer, the sound in the cantina changed and they both turned to see the white of stormtroopers and the blue of Coruscant Underworld police at the door along with, "Attention, citizens this is a raid for your own safety."

As soon as they finished talking, the lights in the cantina flickered and everyone started to make for exits as the hum of vibroknives and blasters grow louder.

Cassian glances at Mast who nods to the side and they make their way through the chaos, throwing punches and kicks to get to the side door. With a crash the lights come back on and a click as they're both cuffed by a pair of stormtroopers, "Officer, I haven't done anything wrong, just having a drink."

Mast's doing his own fast talking along with others as they're hauled into a transport vehicle that closes shut.

Inside there's complaining and yelling as it starts to move. As soon as it moves, Cassian reaches for his boot and starts on the lock, "Mast, push right there for me and it'll open. This is an old model."

With a grunt and a satisfying thump, the back of the transport burst open to show that they're about five feet up and getting farther. Everyone dashes out, Cassian manages to just cushion his fall and roll into an alley, his lockpick still in his mouth.
childofrebellion: (side charm)
Cassian's in Coruscant to connect with some contacts and stay off the radar in the Mid-Rim for a little while. Its a good chance to pay back Sombra for her help, he opens the tiny closet in his hotel room while thinking of Milliways and does find it.

Today he's in his black jacket as it never stands out in the Core and with a number of forged identity cards if they need them. He looks around for her to bring her through.
childofrebellion: (oh Kay)
They were finally back in their ship heading to the current base when Kay said, "Now we are safe and there is zero chance of interruption. Explain."

Cassian leaned back in his seat as he tried to find a beginning, "I met Sombra in a cantina that shouldn't exist as its at the End of the Universe where time stops. She's from a place called Earth, a planet many of the patrons are from. She is as you saw a very good slicer. When we first met, I trusted my instincts that said she would be a good ally and used her when the chance came."

"I need to go there to find out if this Milliways is actually safe, you have been wrong before and it should not exist," He could feel Kay giving him one of his long looks, he tried to never trust too much since when he was younger, he'd trusted too many seeming friends. Now he used friendliness for the sake of the Rebellion and didn't risk becoming a friend as that didn't make sense with the role he held.

"I have but I'm not wrong now and its not completely safe, its mainly safe," With a sigh, he turned to meet Kay's look, "When I next have a door I will take you through but we can't tell anyone else."

"Why not? The odds that either of us would be believed are slim," Kay made a good point but the discussion would pull attention from other issues.

"Because there are too many factors and dangers involved to rely on it too much," And he wants Kay there since Kay is Kay and his friend and co-pilot but he doesn't know how it fits into the Rebellion. A small and selfish part of him that he is ignoring points out that he doesn't have to truly work there and doesn't want to.

"When will you have a door?" Kay pointedly asked because their life was built on knowing arrivals and departures.

"I don't know, I can't predict them."

"That is badly organized and not helpful, but I will wait," Kay turned back to the window and Cassian smiled before standing up to get something to eat.
childofrebellion: (taking orders)
“Can you do this, Andor?”

Cassian held himself straight at Draven’s question, he could do this, “Yes, sir.”

“Good, it should be simple and if anything goes wrong?” He could hear the disappointment in his capture in Draven’s voice, he would be prepared.

“Kay and I get out with all we can and don’t provide anything to connect us to anyone,” In and out and the cover identity would be stronger.

Draven nodded at him before leaving as Cassian started towards his ship. It would take a few stops to get there and chances to collect information.

******


An Imperial Base in the Mid-Rim

As soon as the door closed, he pulled off the hat, jacket and gloves and sat on the bed as the shakes came back. They hadn’t been bothering him but being here and playing this part was getting to him. There was too much time when all he was doing was thinking and observing. This wouldn’t be the last time he did this, it wasn’t the first time just the longest, he had to get better.

He was doing this, no one suspected him, in their eyes, he was another officer, not worth paying attention to. Perhaps even lower in their minds with his Outer Rim accent, they didn’t look as closely at him. It would only be a few more days, they were almost at the information they needed and then they could get out. Transfer orders were waiting and there was access to send them out and route them back to where the ship was waiting.
childofrebellion: (focusing in disguise)
"Kay, why didn't that work?" Cassian stared at the console, those were the right access codes. They worked yesterday.

"I do not know but there is a fifty-seven percent chance that the codes were altered by the other new officer. He seemed to have opinions about security," Kay was sounding almost prim, that meant he was worried.

"I heard him, he lectured everyone over dinner about how its better to expect trouble because if you find it then that will earn you a promotion. Kriff, I can't break this," He hit the computer as Kay looked down the hall.

"We have an hour before the shift change and your transfer orders are arriving on the next courier," Both of them now glanced over their shoulders and Cassian spotted a door, it led to a garbage chute.

"I have an idea," He walked up to the door and tried to think of Milliways and Sombra, picturing her in his mind and Ibani as well. She knows the Force, perhaps she can intercede on his behalf.

The chute opened onto the noise of the Bar and Cassian climbed in as he heard Kay start to make a sound, "I will explain when I get back. This will help."

"You are being foolish," Kay's voice carried into the Bar as Cassian stepped through, pulling off the hat and feeling very exposed in the Imperial uniform.
childofrebellion: (Furrowed brow)
Cassian's found an X-Wing that seems like it wouldn't take too much to get properly working. After realizing what to ask, he was able to borrow a proper tool kit from Bar and a ladder down in the garage.

That's why he's half in and half out of an X-Wing and wishing that Kay was here to hand him things and tell him what he's not seeing. He knows how to fix most ships but this one is being stubborn.
childofrebellion: (Fighting too long)
Scream if you have to but never talk.

Draven's words ran through his mind as the power arced through his body and he bit back a scream. If he thought on the mission, not the pain, he would survive. Either Kay would find a way to get to him or he'd be executed. The 'trooper who caught him after he made the one shot he needed had roughed him and with the swelling and blood, he couldn't be easily identified. From the questions, they thought he was working on his own and the officer liked his pain. If he had to speak, he'd used Festian, no one knew it and it gave a small release to curse them. What mattered was that he'd killed the slaver who had been going to Kashyyyk.

"Enough, I'm going to write my report and will dispose of him when I've less to do," The lieutenant said and left, he heard the snick of the cell shutting and shuddered against the restraints. He couldn't seem to stop the shuddering, the light was too bright and the power or the cold had gotten into him.

When the door opened, he couldn't manage to lift his head as he heard Kay saying, "I am moving the prisoner, those are my orders." He wanted to whisper to Kay to keep it simple as he felt 'troopers' gloves unclasp him and put cuffs on. When Kay held the cuffs and somehow managed to hold him up and in front of him, he thanked the Force, "If he is dead, you will be in trouble."

The 'troopers mumbled and he focused on the reassuring clank of Kay's joints as he walked and leaned slightly to rest and to give Kay directions to get out quicker. At the ship, Kay uncuffed him and sooner than he expected, there was the whirr of the hyperdrive. He looked at Kay and managed a nod, "I'll be fine, a little cold."

"You are lying badly and will go to the Infirmary, I will report on the mission," Kay said and Cassian smiled as he leaned back on the seat.

On the base, he was better able to walk but still kept shuddering and could taste blood from where the 'trooper had hit him. At the Infirmary, there wasn't much to do and when the medic asked him to lie down, he shook his head which hurt, "I'll rest better in my quarters."

"Captain Andor, you will come back here tomorrow morning or I will bring you back," He knew her name, but couldn't remember it, the look in her eyes was sad and intense and he tried to look better.

"I will. I'll rest better there," His voice worked for him, it was fairly true and he stood up and focused on walking. The quarters were tiny but his and in the distance, he thought he could almost hear Kay reporting.
childofrebellion: (Furrowed brow)
Cassian allowed himself a quiet kriff as he almost ran down the alley, not a full on run that would call too much attention to him. The 'troopers boots were getting louder and he couldn't hear the explosions that should be going off.

He knew he'd set them properly and there hadn't been any chatter on the comms from the rest of the team. There was an empty house he could slip into on this block, there was roof access, he could check what was going on and see if it would be a landing place for Kay. He opened the door and froze.
childofrebellion: (Furrowed brow)
In the morning after sleeping with Matt's spell under his pillow, Cassian wakes up with a start and realizes that he feels rested.

His dreams were full but not nightmares, he can't recall many times when that's happened. After stepping into the 'fresher, checking his wound that's healing cleanly and rebandaging it, he starts typing a report for Matt. He debates how deeply to describe the difference between the nightmares he usually has, so many of them are full of times he's had to kill for the Rebellion or missions that went wrong.

In the end, he keeps it simple and knows that Matt can ask for details, many of his reports to Draven are that way in case anything is intercepted and because Draven chooses to pick and choose what intel he shares. Its not ideal and he knows some missions have gone wrong because of missing pieces, ones he hadn't found and didn't know or someone didn't know, but lives have been saved too. No one can break and tell something they don't know. When he reaches the counter, he orders a caf and looks around for Matt and asks for the latest news on his pad.

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