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Jan. 3rd, 2018 04:37 pm"Who are you with?" Cassian lifted up his hands and glanced around the pilots' bar with a surprised look as the Locan owner glared at him, "No one, just me."
"I don't buy it. I've heard the questions you keep asking Aim, who's too nice," Across from him, Aim, a teenage Rodian seemed unsure what to do.
"That's not fair. What am I going to tell him and who would care?" Aim spoke up, pleading for him.
"Who cares? Rebels, Imps, the syndicates, but he's too skinny for the last two. I bet he's a rebel," He could hear the owner getting angrier.
Carefully Cassian edged out of his seat, keeping his hands in sight. He needed to get out before this turned bad, he'd be sorry to lose Aim to talk to.
Before he could get too far, the owner punched him in the gut twice then once on the side of his face, "Don't fill Aim's head with stupid dreams. Get enough of them from pilots. Out!"
With a push, he was sent out of the door and saw Aim's galaxy Rodian eyes follow him then he turned and got back to his ship. At least Kay was on another mission and wouldn't there to see him like this. It felt like a rib was cracked and he tasted blood in his mouth.
In his ship, he sat down and stared at his hands which shook. There wasn't time for that, he got out of orbit and into hyperdrive before checking in. Draven had another mission for him, a clear-cut assassination of a target that needed recon to get the right shot.
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At least the planet was warm, almost humid, Cassian shirt kept sticking to his back as he drank bad caf and watched his target follow their routine. It took three days to know where to be and one wait on a roof once he'd changed his rifle over. The shot was clean and quick, while he dismantled his blaster and moved into the crowd. It felt good to have a simple mission, the kind that Draven liked. No complications, no need for adaptations or too many thoughts just in and gone. This was what he did.
Barry was drunk when he'd said 'everyone deserves friends', after what happened and when he's sober, he won't feel the same. No one ever does when they understand the kind of liar and killer Cassian truly is, but Cisco will keep Barry away from him. And disappearing into crowds and not being seen is something else he's good at.
The time in hyperspace seemed to stretch so he started working on intel and finally a collection of word and spatial puzzles he'd found. They keep him from thinking too deeply.
"I don't buy it. I've heard the questions you keep asking Aim, who's too nice," Across from him, Aim, a teenage Rodian seemed unsure what to do.
"That's not fair. What am I going to tell him and who would care?" Aim spoke up, pleading for him.
"Who cares? Rebels, Imps, the syndicates, but he's too skinny for the last two. I bet he's a rebel," He could hear the owner getting angrier.
Carefully Cassian edged out of his seat, keeping his hands in sight. He needed to get out before this turned bad, he'd be sorry to lose Aim to talk to.
Before he could get too far, the owner punched him in the gut twice then once on the side of his face, "Don't fill Aim's head with stupid dreams. Get enough of them from pilots. Out!"
With a push, he was sent out of the door and saw Aim's galaxy Rodian eyes follow him then he turned and got back to his ship. At least Kay was on another mission and wouldn't there to see him like this. It felt like a rib was cracked and he tasted blood in his mouth.
In his ship, he sat down and stared at his hands which shook. There wasn't time for that, he got out of orbit and into hyperdrive before checking in. Draven had another mission for him, a clear-cut assassination of a target that needed recon to get the right shot.
At least the planet was warm, almost humid, Cassian shirt kept sticking to his back as he drank bad caf and watched his target follow their routine. It took three days to know where to be and one wait on a roof once he'd changed his rifle over. The shot was clean and quick, while he dismantled his blaster and moved into the crowd. It felt good to have a simple mission, the kind that Draven liked. No complications, no need for adaptations or too many thoughts just in and gone. This was what he did.
Barry was drunk when he'd said 'everyone deserves friends', after what happened and when he's sober, he won't feel the same. No one ever does when they understand the kind of liar and killer Cassian truly is, but Cisco will keep Barry away from him. And disappearing into crowds and not being seen is something else he's good at.
The time in hyperspace seemed to stretch so he started working on intel and finally a collection of word and spatial puzzles he'd found. They keep him from thinking too deeply.
