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k2so

K2SO didn’t understand the significance of death, after all they were only a droid. They knew the meaning of it, but the effect it had on the dead and the living was still a mystery to them. They were able to be reprogrammed and transferred to a new ( though they were still trying to clean out the rust ) model. They had no real reason to fret over themselves, however, they could recall their last moments when they and the two meatbags were under siege on Scarif. It only seemed to be like yesterday yet light years behind them. They remembered the troopers breaking into the control room, searching for them. The smoke from their destruction and chassis. How the world slowed down, allowing them to listen to Cassian’s concerned voice as they destroyed the controls to the room. In their last second, K2 will never forget the simulation of Cassian’s escape. K2′s only hope that the human escaped and lived a long life. He was the only one who ever treated the droid as an equal to another human.

. the droid was alone, busying themselves by scrubbing the inside of their knee joint that they detached from their body. They wouldn’t be satisfied until the rust was completely gone. Honestly, humans were such incompetent and fragile beings, no where in his programming did he understand their longevity.

when cassian was brought back, he never expected to see his droid again. not that he necessarily expected to see anyone from his past. but as soon as he heard k’s last words...*well*. he hadn’t expected to get out alive himself.

so when he stepped into a room where he was supposed to be having a meeting to find that same droid right in front of him....

cassians eyes widened at the droid he’d know most of his life. they’d saved each other in a way before... or at least k2 had saved cassian when he was young. taking steps forward, he furrowed his eyebrows some. they had found that same model used before-- the model that was now years old.

not that it really mattered. all he hoped was the droid’s ...unique... personality stuck through reprogramming. “k?” he questioned when he finally made his way in front of the droid.

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#○ |※ { i thought i told you to stay in the ship // k2so }

cienna burr’in

The droid whistled back at Cassian, clearly not as thrilled about the captain being there as Cienna was, going to do some work after their hellos were exchanged.

Cienna couldn’t help but grin like a child at the compliment from Cassian, breathing out an super proud “Thank you.” She was a little surprised there hadn’t been backsass from R9, the droid was grumpier than her. Cienna dusted off her hands, noticing how dirty they were “Alright, do you want to show me what you need help with?”

when the droid rolled away cassian stood up and turned his attention back to the woman he nodded at her thanking him. he did have a purpose for coming here though, so switching back to the issue at hand was somewhat necessary unfortunately.

“i just need help...understanding the newer parts,” he explained, wincing, a bit embarrass he couldn’t fix a ship himself anymore it seemed, “if you could... at least talk me through it.”

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#{ cienna burrin }

jyn erso

Did he really believe that she hadn’t read the dossier? What was it he thought she was doing?

better question, what was she doing exactly?

Jyn was ready to get back on track, and be business as usual. Things had been….different since they’d been brought back. She’d rather not give herself enough time to think about it.

It was hard to think about anything when the dress she wore was so….itchy? stiff? It was hard to describe, but it was unpleasant.

“Everyone is staring….” She muttered her thoughts aloud. It was bad for their cover. Was it because they could tell she didn’t belong there? “We need to blend in better.”

She looked on at the crowd, hating herself for what she was about to propose.

She held her breath, and just blurted it out. “Do you want to dance?” Her expression was blank, and immediately- she regretted asking altogether.

he assumed the clear attention put on them would subside as passerby’s were distracted by the festivities surrounding them. at least, that was his hope-- because otherwise they would likely be caught.

and that was certainly not what the plan was.

he wasn’t surprised to know that jyn was clearly uncomforatble with their current situation. whole she had grown up alone, he doubted that she ever put herself into positions like this. that was something he understood well himself.

even then he was a bit surprised at her offer to dance--

turning to face jyn, cassian hesitated a bit, glancing at the dancing couples, and flicking his eyes back to her. dancing was going to make...whatever this is more complicated... he was almost certain. besides the fact that cassian had never danced in his life. but... she wasn’t wrong that it might help them blend in.

after watching the couples for a moment, he offered his hand with a small nod, “okay.”

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#○ |※ { your father would be proud of you // jyn }#{ i love my oblivious kids }#{also this is awful but oops? }

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@sergexnterso

#○ |※ { i’m beginning to think the force and i have different priorities // visage }#○ |※ { your father would be proud of you // jyn }

he wouldn't generally call himself an impulsive man. most of cassian’s life had at least some foresight calculated into the mixture. excluding scarif, he had taken orders as he was supposed to- it was how he got anywhere in the rebel alliance.

it’s how he survived.

that being said, as soon as cassian saw the face of darth vader across the street, all bets were off.

while the resistance had not provided cassian with an extensive explanation of the past forty years, they informed him that the man across the street was the reason for the empire. for the death star, his death and the nightmares that followed-- had the man not been a force user, he would have shot him from here, no matter the consequences.

he slowly made his way over, keeping some steps behind the man in the bustling crowd of the festival to keep some illusion of protocol in place. why had he been resurrected- what good could a monster like him bring to the table.

@ofdesertborn

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#{ anakin skywalker }#{ i hope this is fine }#{ it's kind of bad }#{ and clunky }

bodhi rook

Bodhi had been confused when he opened his eyes again. He hadn’t found himself in theresistance. Not the rebellion, apparently the rebellion was gone, just a memory of the past and now there was a new fight to be fought. At least Bodhi had a little more confidence that maybe-just maybe he was on the side he was supposed to be on this time around.

Yet with all of this, in the mass confusion of the party happening in the city- across the planet- and the sides fighting once more Bodhi found himself feeling isolated. Perhaps it was his shy nature or the new ships he didn’t know how to fly or just everything but the man found himself alone. No familiar faces, no family, nothing. At least that’s what he’d come to believe.

Looking down at his drink he sat silently at a table- a usual activity for him, until someone sat down across from him. Blinking, he looked up when he heard the familiar voice. Bodhi almost jumped in surpise and shock, not expecting Cassian to be seated there “C-Cassian?”

cassian wasn’t one to...excite easily, much preferring to keep to himself, and expose as little information as possible.one never knew when emotion could be used against you- cassian had learned that the hard way growing up. at least until k2 came around

people tended to leave large imperial droids alone.

but cassian had quickly made an exception when he saw this familiar face.

the pilot had always been timid, from what he could remember. oh cassian had questioned how this man could really defect from an organization like the empire.

at least, that’s what he thought until he met him

while he still was nervous, the man was where he was meant to be in the end. someone cassian trusted to ensure they completed their mission. with a fond smile he nodded some at bodhi, “i didn’t expect to see a familiar face tonight. i must say, it’s a bit reassuring to see at least i’m not the only sober man here.”

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#{ bodhi }

jyn erso

Jyn was glad to have a job to do. A purpose.

Of course they’d paired her with Cassian. They had worked together before.

Not just that, they’d pulled off something almost impossible. Both of them had been detrimental to that. They worked well together, made an excellent team. They had gone down in history for it, and now they were back- like it had been but a moment since Scarif.

Scarif was something she definitely, didn’t feel like thinking about right now. The nightmares already claimed enough of her.

Heroes, and yet they blended in so well in this environment. Even Cassian- scruffy around the edges and yet, tonight he was….perfect. There just was no other word for it. Polished and handsome, he was a gem among common stones. At least, he was to her.

Clearing her throat aloud to focus herself, Jyn nodded at his direction. “Have you attended many gala’s here, to know the floor-plan so well?” It came out a little more sarcastic than she’d intended.

it was hard to ignore how stunning jyn looked: no one would be able to guess that she was a rebellion hero now. hair neatly tied back and a dusting of makeup, it was no wonder she had received her share of passing glances as they navigated themselves through the crowd.

he couldn’t say that he hadn’t given the occasional glare to said passerbys

that being said, cassian had to admit that he missed her usual appearance. she looked much more comfortable... herself.

with a faint quirk of his lip, he tried to give her an unimpressed look. he had all but perfected remaining serious- but she seemed to be able to look right through him. despite the actuality of the little time they had spent together, there was obviously some sort of connection.

which was something he had to stop thinking about if he wanted to finish this mission

“no... but i read the report they gave us before we left,” he said with a the slightest quirk of his eyebrow.

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#○ |※ { your father would be proud of you // jyn }#{ cassian doesn't know how to flirt }#{ oops }

flyingcasualart

Can I get a heLL YEAH

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@rcprcgrvmmd this is canon

#○ |※ { i’m beginning to think the force and i have different priorities // visage }#○ |※ { i thought i told you to stay in the ship // k2so }

sempaiko

This is titled: “Everything’s perfectly all right now. We’re fine. We’re all fine here now, thank you. How are you?”

~Sempaiko

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@rcprcgrvmmd, @softboydhi, @sergexnterso

#○ |※ { i’m beginning to think the force and i have different priorities // visage }#{ this is how the movie went }#○ |※ { i thought i told you to stay in the ship // k2so }#○ |※ { your father would be proud of you // jyn }

bars always brought out the worst in people. that was a constant throughout the galaxy. but they also were the center of the action. be it fights, breakups, information exchanges. in a big city like coruscant- there was always something happening in a bar.

especially during the festival of lights

cassian had been nursing the same drink for awhile, listening, trying to catch anything at what the first order might be plotting while the cities attention was distracted.

or at least that’s the excuse he was using.

no, he had to get away from that base. it was too... constricting. too much was unknown. he needed to find out some things for himself.

eyes flicked across the room, over a clear fight, a drug deal of some sort and--

he hadn’t seen that face since he’s left the ship. no he’d assumed the pilot had died on impact but... here he was in the flesh. at a bar of all places.

letting his body guide him, cassian took a seat across from him, silent- still in shock that he was here. cassian squinted some, looking the man over, then eyes finally met his face. with a small breath he let out the faintest laugh. of relief maybe? “i think this is the calmest i’ve seen you.”

@softboydhi

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }

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@sergexnterso

#○ |※ { i’m beginning to think the force and i have different priorities // visage }#○ |※ { your father would be proud of you // jyn }

the lack of control cassian’s felt since waking up has been suffocating. he knew that he had died, and they had beat the empire...but only for this new organization to rise stronger than ever. their work had ultimately been for nothing-- they had died for nothing

and they weren’t all even brought back

but this could be different...this, cassian was used to this. eyes flicked over to jyn walking beside him. they had been sent to infiltrate a first order data base, and the festival was just the place to grab the data and disappear.

and jyn? this was something that despite her lack of training that was something she would be skilled at herself, and more, he was certain she had felt similarly about not feeling useful as of late.

passing through the group of nicely dressed, buzzed civilians, he leaned in a bit closer to jyn, “take a left up here.”

@sergexnterso

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#○ |※ { your father would be proud of you // jyn }#coruscant.event

cienna

“You’re fine.” Her smile was surprisingly warm for the smiles she normally gave. Cienna never usually said that one of the only reasons she had her own shops was due to the fact she was, well, one of the only engineers in the resistance, not to mention she had someone of the most seniority.

“I can definitely help.” Voice softer than usually too, not wanting to scare off the captain, Cienna leaned on her good leg as she watched him walk to her droid “Ah, that’s my R9-CB Built it myself, if you couldn’t tell.” She rubbed her arm, of course they would be able to tell the thing was pieced together from probably twenty different droids.

Whistling out a friendly hello, R9 spin its head a little, moving a little closer to Cassian, clearly eager to see who Cienna had been talking about incessantly about.

cassian’s attention shifted back up to her when she went a bit softer. something else that had been happening lately. it seemed as if people were constantly afraid that he would panic, or perhaps even leave if set off. not that he hadn’t been set off. no -- he’d had a confrontation or two since being revived.

he nodded some at the mismatching droid, “hello,” he stated back to the droid, it was...nice to talk to a droid that was friednly and not ready to backsass him... he loved k2 to death, and had since he was young but....

it was a nice break for once.

“you did a nice job.” he commented as he smiled some at the droid.

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#{ cienna burrin }

cienna

“Engineer, actually.” Cienna corrected him, trying to appear nonchalant. She found herself excited that his droid had mentioned her to him, feeling like a kid again. There was so little to feel, I don’t know, hopeful, excited? About these days, word of the first order finding the resources to bring people back as well so that essentially meant the race was on once again, the first order’s resources would grow exponentially once more.

“But yes, I can help.” She set down her holopad, grabbing her toolbelt to buckle it on, having taken it off as she adjusted some of the pouches on it. “You have a U-Wing, correct? Or do you have something else now here?” Cienna was ready to go as she usually was, eager to work on whatever she could. It didn’t help that usually her plate was usually full but she had a bad habit of taking on new projects. At least today it seemed she was mostly all caught up.

cassian’s eyebrows lifted a bit at being corrected, giving her a small smile, “engineer, i’m sorry for getting it wrong.” his eyes flicked around the shop. he was impressed the girl had mananged to seemingly be granted her own shop by the resistance... something that likely never would have happened in the the rebel alliance.

the engineer certainly seemed to know about cassian, having recognized him immediatly... and evidently knowing his ship model before. “it’s a newer model u-wing than the one I had.”

his eyes drifted down to the droid that had been beeping at her, “who’s your little friend?” he asked her with a small tilt to his head. it looked as if she had fixed the droid herself. despite his intial want to get this out of the way, he quickly found himself distracted by the small droid, squatting down some to better communicate with them.

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#{ cienna burrin }

cienna

Hearing someone walk into the shop Cienna’s attention snapped to the present, almost standing at attention when she saw the captain walk in. So, no K2 today. “I am! Ah, come on in, Cassian.” She could hardly contain how excited she was to be in the presence of this captain. “What can I help you with?” R9 bumped her a little bit, knowing how she had gushed about him before (along with several other prominent resistance members) She glanced down at the mismatched droid, making a face at it.

the reaction of the mechanic was a bit unsettling- he still wasn’t used to being treated...differently from before being revived. now there was always odd, pitiful looks, or perhaps worse, looks from people that...well seemed to think his revival would some how be the solution because he helped steal the death star plans.

but there were things to focus on, he could push that aside for now.

giving a bit of an awkward smile he stepped completely in the shop, “ah, thank you,” he glanced around the makeshift shop. clearly the girl’s focus was on droids... likely why k2 had gone to her earlier. he hoped she could help outside of that.

“k2 mentioned that you were a mechanic? i... well, need help with a ship. the parts aren’t exactly the same as i remember.”

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#{ cienna burrin }

cienna

Cienna wasn’t quite sure what the captain wanted with her. From the past, probably to look at K2 or some plans, or something. She usually didn’t see him but she always enjoyed it, he was one of the few people on base she truly respected. Maybe it was their similar upbringings or devotion to the cause, or just the fact that he had that droid K2-SO. So for this she had been sure to be early, looking down at her holopad as she waited for the man to arrive. Was the droid going to be there too? That would be nice, though if they were close she definitely would have seen the droid by now. Hearing her droid chirp from behind her, she looked back “He said he’d be here at 11, it’s still ten to.”

@cvssivns

cassian was still getting used to the dynamics of the resistance base. he had certainly spent time on coruscant before... but everything was just slightly off. he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to the new situation on base, but he was certain he would adjust.

it’s what he had done best before at least.

he was ready to be back in the fight- at least as a way to distract himself from everything before. not that it would ever completely go away. no, he wasn’t sure that he would be able to just leave that behind.

cassian was relatively skilled with most mechanics. he always had been, needing it to get along for a good part of his early life. and when cassian was at a loss? k2 seemed to fill in the gaps.

that being said...obviously technology had changed a lot in the last 40 years

he slowly stepped into the mechanics small shop, sure he was early, but, well, he wouldn’t say he was anxious waiting outside.

“you’re cienna burr’in, yes?”

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#{ cienna burrin }

jyn

Keeping her hands busy was the only way Jyn could keep her mind sane. As sane as she could be, in these circumstances. Of all people, why would they bring her back? She’d spent her whole life just trying to survive, and only -one- -single- day as a hero.

Hero. What a title for Jyn Erso. A word they kept tossing around frivolously in her presence. Muttered under the breath of passers-by in the halls. Jyn would force a muted smile, and hurry on her way. She didn’t want to be rude, but it made her incredibly uncomfortable. It went hard against the grain.

The sound had been what caught her attention. That loud, clattering sound of something hard hitting the floor.

Green eyes studied the technological mess and then slowly followed the long, sinewy legs upwards to meet the gaze of Cassian Andor.

She mouthed his name, her voice failing her altogether.

All Jyn could hear was the sound of her heart, suddenly the only sound- in a room full of busied people. It was deafening, even louder than the sound of her boots rapidly hitting the floor as she made her way towards him. She didn’t recall even telling her legs to move.

“Is….it…?” She couldn’t finish her sentence. The tears were hot on her eyelids, and it took all of her strength to keep that dam secure. She stared up at him, studying his features- waiting for the vision of him to melt away entirely, and to wake up in her bed again. Screaming. Like she always did.

he hadn’t expected to see jyn erso again. no–– after the situation was explained, he expected to be thrown back into the fight, no explanation past a quick briefing. but now that he saw her? of course they would bring jyn back. she had been the reason they got the death star plans... and from what he could tell, the resistance was made of soldiers like her.

that being said he was still in shock.

why hadn’t they told him that she was here to? they could have met up, it could have made everything easier to adjust... although from the look on her face, it seems that she was left in the dark much like he had been.

what was their goal here?

they must have known that they would find each other at some point.

as jyn ran over, he met her hallway, still in shock that she was here- not the memory from before but... here. he let out a small breath, not quite sure what to say. where did they stand now? now... that they were both here.

for once, he let his body move on it’s own,and pulled jyn towards her into an embrace to make sure she was actually real.

#○ |※ { if you’re really doing this i want to help. // threads }#○ |※ { your father would be proud of you // jyn }

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