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Drinks and Raids
Jun. 2nd, 2017 04:16 pmCassian'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.
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.
