Captain Cassian Andor

Cassian Andor is one of the most dependable ice dancers who skates under Mothma but he hasn't yet found the right partner. He's known as being able to adapt to any partner which means he's become who someone skates with before finding their best partner.

At the moment, he's between partners but he knows that there's been talk of having him and Jyn Erso, the former single's skater pair up. Apparently she wants to be in pairs not ice dancing but there's worry about how she might be with a partner, so they'll use him.

If you'd like more details of this, I'm working on a fic of this idea and have posted snippets on my tumblr.

Cassian's in the kitchen with his hands covered with spices as he dresses a bird with spices and some citrus that will go into a pot that he has on the stove. He leans slightly on the counter as the injury on his thigh is still healing.

"No, I'm not talking to anyone unless they have a performer with them and the cantina is closed." The door slammed behind the angry Shistavanen and Cassian winced from where he watching across the street.

His asset couldn't meet him if the cantina wasn't open as they worked in there. He needed some way to convince the owner and started to walk around the block, opening a door that turned into Milliways.

Cassian pats the shuttle as he gets off, nodding to the pilot before stepping off and starting towards Ops and Draven.

If he reports first then he can find Kay and get some rest perhaps even see if whoever's cooking needs help. As he walks back, he notes the extra movement and wonders which of the possible raids is going ahead.

He gets a few nods but not that many, he's not around that much and tends to keep to himself, its safer in the long run.

Before the lights went down, Cassian found a few routes through the party, which is good as his thoughts are full of Emcee. Though he's slightly unsteady, he passes through the crowd and back to the U-wing, glad that its not at the front of the line of ships as he turns it on.

He keeps the lights low before sitting in one of the pilot's chairs. To try to stop himself from overthinking, he looks out the front and goes through hyperspace routes in his head.

From here

The U-wing bumps down and Cassian mutters in Festian as they stop, "Easy, easy, almost there."

Once they're set, he stands up with a nod and looks at Kay and Sombra while checking his holster and supplies, "How are we looking, Kay?"

He'd fallen asleep over a book about the 1830s revolution at the little table in his room. A quiet noise, a spoon against a mug perhaps woke him and he saw someone sitting in the shadows. Cassian reached for his blaster as the figure moved into the light and it was his father, "Papa?"

"Cassian, mijo, look at you. All grown up," His father's voice sounded the same with that warmth that it had always had.

"Papa, you're dead," Paolo had told him, that his father had fallen standing for justice.

He saw his father sit and smelled hot chocolate, the way that only he knew how to make, "I know but tonight I can visit. See you, see the man you've become."

Cassian didn't know what to say and his father shifted his chair to be next to him. Then Cassian leaned his head to rest against his father. He was taller than his father now. Now he was close enough to get all the smells of home and safety, cinnamon, dried chiles, dirt and the ever present cold of Fest as his father smoothed his hair and said, "You look so tired. I never wanted you to be a soldier, Cassian."

"I'm sorry, Papa. I didn't know what else to do, how to fix things. How to do what you wanted and make the galaxy better. I don't know if I am," He couldn't look up, not to see his father being disappointed, he closed his eyes and held tight to this dream and home.

"Shh, you're my Cassian, brave and always trying," His father held him and Cassian felt safe for a time.

Slowly he sat up to truly look at his father who gazed on him with sad and tired eyes. This was some magic, something of Milliways, he didn't know why, but he wanted to see his Papa, "How long are you here?"

"Not long, and don't you hurry to join me," At his father's words, Cassian nodded and smelled the oil in his Papa's beard. He knew there must be something he should say but he didn't know what. All he wanted was to be here, safe in his Papa's arms.

As the dawn began to color the sky, Cassian shifted and found himself alone again. He went into the 'fresher and under the cover of a hot shower cried for his Papa and his home.

Cassian wants to be going on a mission again but that means getting all the pieces together.

As he's finding sleep hard to come by, he takes his datapad and goes to rest on Kay where he's recharging.

Soon he has projections of possible routes and options for a sabotage up and the plan's looking like something he can take to Draven and command for approval.

"Papa, Papa!" Cassian yelled and finally saw his father with blood in his hair.

"Mijo, you're alive, come on," His Papa held his hand and they ran trying to get away from the explosions and then were home but home wasn't there.

Cassian cried out and started digging as he heard his father beside him. He kept digging and digging through the rocks and finding faces; his mother, Paolo, Lilah, a stormtrooper with a broken helmet.

He woke up with a cry and stared at the ceiling of his quarters before pulling himself up and getting dressed. Outside the base was quiet, it was in the strange twilight hour of being too late but not early yet.

"On this day, the fourteenth since the Ascension of our Emperor and the creation of peace in the galaxy, we celebrate from Coruscant to the far reaches of the Outer Rim!" The holovid echoed through the streets of Ord Mantell with cheers, Cassian could hear they weren't eager but practiced from his spot by the office window. Down in the streets, clusters of 'troopers moved among the crowd and he could see the balls of camera and surveillance droids recording the moment and watching who didn't cheer loud enough. Once the cheers died down, he turned to finish up the party planning, the only benefit to being the lowest in the office was he didn't have to go everything.

He'd done as expected and moped at not going, now he'd seen the food was ready and was at the supervisor's desk slicing as deep as he could. Sombra could have done it faster but he needed to be careful and not leave anything to be traced by, steal information especially from the Imperial ship in dock. His comm beeped and his lifted it up, making his voice harried, "Yes, Willix here."

On the other end, Enla said crisply, "Is everything ready? I'm coming up with the commander and he wants to be impressed."

"He will be," In a few moments, he was out of the program and made himself disappear before going down the hall to let the caterers know it was time. He straightened his suit and stretched, he could do this, one more bureaucrat, no one to be seen in this Mid-Rim office.

The officers entered and looked everything over with a few tuts, before going for the most expensive drinks and food on display. When a lower level officer, an Ensign waved him over, he walked over and said, "Yes, sir."

"Those pastry things, I've never had them before. Get me a few from the kitchen and there's a credit in it for you."

Cassian lowered his eyes because he knew some of his anger would show and leaned on his accent, "Course, sir."

It was a relief to have an excuse to get out of that room and in the kitchen, Sinya, who was one of the Twi'lek servers handed him a small glass, "Drink that, you need it."

He took it and smiled at the taste of All or Nothing, "Thank you. I need a plate of those for the Ensign seeing what he can get away with."

She laughed, "They are good. Take one for yourself before bringing them out and if we survive tonight. I'll give you half price off a bottle of All or Nothing."

It wasn't hard to look surprised, that was generous of her, but he had helped with the hiring of this company, "You'd do that?"

"Yes, we have to stick together," From the party, Enla laughed and laughed at something and Cassian went back into the room. Somehow the party wound to its end and he helped in the kitchen, Ganto did too, it was comfortable to be around food and no voiced jokes but a few impressions. Enla had gone on to another gathering but he had pressed into her hands the holovid from Cassidy. As she was leaving, Sinya clapped him on the shoulder and he paid her for the bottle as she said, "Find someone to share that with, Willix. You have a nice face but don't smile enough."

He laughed and this time it was fairly genuine, "I've heard that before and I'll work on it."

Soon he was the last one in the office except for the cleaning droids and as he left, he checked the surveillance to double check there was no sign of what he'd done. As he was walking out, he kept a hand in his pocket and in the other one clutched the bottle to hide how tightly his hands were clenched. He wasn't here for destruction, he had no back up or plan but it would feel nice to wreck one of the Empire's banners.