#galacticmilla

[onecassian]

@galacticmilla​ asked: "You think I really give a fuck? I can’t even read."

     There's a small laugh that leaves Cassian's lips at the other's words and they simply give a shrug of their shoulders just then. "I don't really care if you give a fuck or not." He admits, gaze settling upon the other though, still finding a mild amount of humor at their statement. Cassian gives a shake of his head just then though. "What I do give a fuck about is getting out of here." He states, keeping their words strong and known. Cassian has no plans on dying on a mission again. Again. That was still weird for them to admit. The fact they had died and are back? No, that wasn't right but the Force apparently did strange things and Cassian was no exception to those strange things. "So help me get out of here and I'll make sure we both survive, sound good?"

[generally-scheming]

You know how I roll... And I’m not talking about that time I fell into a pile of dung at the foot of a hill.

Hux rolls his eyes. This kind of nonsense is exactly why he hates passing through civilian ports, but unfortunately he must do so to liaise with certain informants. This chatty girl is most certainly not his contact. "You've mistaken me for someone else," he all but snaps. He pulls the brim of his cap low over his face to avoid drawing any more unnecessary attention.

[fearlessenator]

I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

“well, i think you’ll find the knife to be particularly helpful for this, though i’m hesitant to ask where or how you found it.” the packaging on the box that she had been attempting to open would not come undone with the use of her nails alone, and she could not exactly shoot it off. padmé offered the young, blue-skinned woman a soft smile. “thank you for your help.”