Whispers always carried quickly around Base One – rebels were not a quiet breed when there was something hot on their lips. The newest whisper was that they were making plans to leave Yavin, in fear of the Empire lashing back out at them for the destruction of their super weapon. ( Cassian’s only regret was not having seen it himself. ) Of course, at least this time he knew that it was more than whispers. He had spoken with Mon Mothma personally and verified it. And, unfortunately, as much as he hated ( detested ) the thought – he would be one of the FIRST off in the medical transport ; unable to hold his weight without trembling as the fresh scar on his back continued to mend itself around the new cybernetics that pieced his bone back together.
Take it easy, Draven had insisted with a tight voice. Cassian hadn’t taken it easy since he had first joined the Rebellion, and the General knew that. He knew that both men doubted if Cassian even knew how. And, the answer on whether he did or not came in the form of a datapad he had finally talked different superiors into letting him have. He didn’t do idle well – never had. With the Rebellion surging like a river around him, he had felt like a rock stuck in the stream with no where to go. And, at least, with a dara pad, he could at the least stay in the loop – could sort through whatever data he had clearance to and figure out what was important and what was merely hot air.
He had had a share of visitors – some were welcome for a time, some were merely curious rebels he had waved off bitterly. ( He wasn’t a gawking act – and he refused to be a spectacle of pity. ) He expected such, however.
Albeit, what he didn’t expect was the all too familiar voice that was bitten off down the hallway – causing dark hues to widen and his head to snap away from the green hues of the data pad. “Kay?” he called out before he let himself logically think twice about it – a knee jerk reaction, by this point.
they wouldn’t tell the droid at first. coming to, as if from a rest ––––– kaytoo knew what that meant. looking down, his body is his body and he’s a machine, a droid so, really, it doesn’t matter, but it’s not his. but ––– it is. confusing, a circuit that isn’t attached correctly is how the attempt at processing it feels, so he drops that line of analysis. cassian insisted his back up, the way he always did, and apparently it was finally needed. is that it, general ?
but, they wouldn’t tell the droid at first, where cassian was. a confirmation of his being alive seemed something foolish, and kaytoo was about to question it, when he realized ––– why would they lie ? a droid feels no loss, nor has no heart. it is foolish to try and make one feel better, in the idea that they can actually feel. after the third time kaytoo is found in the med bay, looking into random rooms, they give him a warning. health is critical, needs to rest, he will see you when he can.
and well, kaytoo doesn’t like that answer. and he likes even less the look they give when asked if cassian is aware that his back–up systems have been reprogrammed. so, he continues to make a trek into the med bay, and keeps walking through, even as someone tells him that visitors need to sign in. an argument –––– because of course the droid is going to argue –––– is cut short when he hears a voice from a room just down the hall. looking towards the employee, he turns then and walks to the room to find cassian in bed, looking rather worse for wear.
❛ cassian. how is it that you get into more
trouble when i am not around ? ❜
