Captain Cassian Andor

Inside the catacombs, there's a hall that once was a warehouse for droids but has long been abandoned. As it sits not far from other warehouses, it makes for a good place to meet if you know it. When Cassian enters the large space, he knocks a signal onto a crate as he says, "The ice is strong this year."

From the darkness, a young voice answers, "And the snows came early."

Then from behind a bunch of crates, a human about age thirteen, a Togorian and Naotolan, both in their older teens emerged with blasters held carefully.

The human smiled at the sight of Cassian, "I knew you would come."

"Yes, and I found you a safe way to get off planet, to join other rebels," He moves to give space for Hera and Kanan to be visible.

The hangar's not too far from the main exhibit hall, a walk through busy streets to an imposing building. Inside they walk by many of the real ships that only had models in the exhibit hall and towards a section that's near one of the corner. The ship is gleaming and shining where it waits.

Cassian's waiting at the counter for Gabe, today should be a good day for him to see the convention. And Gabe's eye for weapons will be useful for looking into the shadier deals that are happening and where Yamato's cover will stand out a little too much.

Cassian's dressed in his Willix cover of a neat blue suit.

A nice benefit of this hotel is they will bring caf up to their room in the morning along with breakfast to give them some privacy in the mornings.

Cassian has pulled up the itinerary of the day, "Part of our entry allows access to the hangar with the ships and that's up for today. So you can properly look into the engines."

"These are all the recipes?" Mig flipped through the datapad and then looked at the jars of sauces and salsas.

"Yes, but you'll have to learn how to adjust them for what you have and what you like." That was a constant part of Cassian's cooking, to find the right taste with what he had available. "Its not always going to taste exactly like home."

"But more like home?" The question in Mig's voice was one Cassian didn't have an easy answer for, because sometimes having the right smells and spices was enough to call up Fest, but not always.

"Yes, more," That was true.

"I'll try one of them tonight. Yna has a message for you about someone who might talk." Mig turned serious as he carefully repacked the sauces and put away his datapad. "They're going to come here."

As he said it, there was tapped out code on the hangar door and Mig went to open it up. Cassian tensed with his hand lightly on his blaster just to be safe. Yna and Ty stepped through and nodded to them.

Mig was still smiling as he switched over to Basic from Festian, "I have new recipes to try."

"Good, we were able to get what we needed." Yna said, Cassian could see the tenseness in her posture and stood up, coming towards her with his hands open.

"And I should move on," He didn't want to crowd them and as he passed Yna gave him a datachip, also he felt the thrum of his comm. Draven had mentioned a mission coming his way, he pushed the thought of what it might be down until he'd left the hangar completely. He needed to be the strong, constant sign of the Rebellion here.

Cassian could just hear the young rebels talking from where he waited in the warehouse. He didn't need to know the details of their argument, either they would trust him or they wouldn't. A part of him almost wished they weren't needed so by the Rebellion, but everyone had to fight or they'd never win. He'd started fighting younger than they were and the Rebellion had been there for him as much as it could.

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"We can't trust him." Yna said as she watched the Rebel contact wait, his stillness made her nervous. Her ear twitched and she smoothed her whiskers as she wondered how much of a hunter he was.

"He brought what the message said he would." Ty said as he smoothed a tentacle, his voice low and thoughtful.

"He's from Fest." Mig's voice rose slightly, he was the youngest and still hopeful, but he was also human. That made things simpler for him.

"How do you know?" She wasn't going to take anything on Mig's faith.

"When I said my lucky phrase, he looked my way and he kind of smiled." Mig was so certain of what he saw.

"No, he didn't." Ty scoffed.

"It was small but he did. I know he understood. We always get to decide what we give, but I think we should." Mig looked at her and Yna looked down at the supplies in from of them.

Then she turned and gave a quick nod. He walked over and she was struck again how he would make a good Togorian, always ready to fight but not obvious about it.

Yna made her voice firm as she said. "We have a deal."

"Good, this is an encoded comm. Use it as a dead drop as we move everything into place." The comm he handed her seemed too small for all that meant but she took it and hid it. Then he turned to go, she hadn't seen which entrance he'd used, which was safer. Before he was too deep into the shadows, Mig said in Festian. "May the thaw come as promised."

From the darkness, his voice emerged to answer Mig in Festian. And the ice be thick enough to hold you."

Then there was nothing as Mig beamed at her, while they prepared to move the supplies.