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[AU] Without me you would be dead

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Cassian Andor, Kay Tooesso

: 11 BBY
: in a galaxy far, far away
: Cassian is old enough to start helping out on missions, but apparently he isnt old enough to do it on his own.

the timeline

10.V Cassian is assigned to be Kays trainee
11.V Kay and Cassian get their first mission and discuss how to approach it. Sometime later that day they go to Uquine.
20.V a woman comes to them with a job, a simple fishing tool which can provide access to internal messages of any network its implemented into. They suspect shes from a cell. (And she is from a fake one.)
21.V in the morning after finishing the job they talk about why Cassian things the Empire is bad. Cassian passes the finished job back to the woman. Kay tinkers with commlinks turning them into GPS, and in the evening they both go to a (rebel) talk at a cantina called Low Deck. There are people watching them at the cantina. Kay gets thoroughly drunk, and Cassian has to drag him home. The apartment didnt get searched as Kay thought it would.
22.V Kay tasks Cassian with asking around about the people who watched them in the cantina the day before. Cassian learns from his friends that there are two cells, one is fake, the other is not.
25.V a twilek and a woman (from a real cell) ambush Kay and Cassian on their home from a grocery store. They demand explanation about Cassian asking around risky question a few days ago. Turns out, the rebels know the woman, Marani, too. Cassian and Kay learn that Marani was about to switch sides when she was killedright after she collected their work. Kay is forced to show the twilek his slave marks so the rebels would let them both go. Finally, they exchange contacts.
26.V Kay suddenly leaves Cassian alone and goes looking for the Imperial cell.
27.V The next day the fake cell comes and searches the apartment while Cassian is out.
29.V a man (Elek), saying hes from a local rebel cell, comes to Cassian with a job, he wants a simple decoding program.
30.V Not succeeding in his endeavour, Kay returns to the apartment where he left Cassian. They exchange the news. Cassian explains what he did while Kay was absent and they come to the conclusion that their landlord is a part of the game, possibly helping the fake cell. They contact the rebel cell and learn that they got searched by the fake cell. Kay infects the datadisk Cassian is going to give their new client (Elek) from the day before with a virus to learn their hiding spot.
31.V Cassian goes to pass the datadisk to the client (Elek). His task is to get intel but instead he gets kidnapped by Elek.

[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

K-2SO (2018-03-28 00:47:05)



    I think you should never assume people care about you personally out of the goodness of their hearts. You are right, though, about one thingthey are asking if we were safe because if we werent, we could potentially lead the wrong people to them. And nobody wants that. I tend to think it wasnt them who searched the apartment, which would also mean the landlord was bought by the other cell, too. Kay looks pensive for a few moments. Id love to have a chat with him, but it might catalyze too many consequences, and I am not willing to risk our legend yet. So this piece of information is locked from us for the time being. May I?
    Kay takes the datapad from Cassian and writes back.

> safe and sound. nothing taken. be careful.

    They are going to stay away from us now, most likely. And we need to finish this, Kay says, nodding at his workplace, where the datadisk lays, half-disassembled and connected to his working datapad. Give me another couple of hours. If they answer anything, let me know. Meanwhile, make me a list of all the sources of information we have around here, any people or places, or Holonet sites, anything. We need to find out everything we can about that woman.
    Its getting late now, but Kay, despite his impeccable sense of time, doesnt look like hes aware of the darkness setting in behind the windows. He turns back to his work and keeps working, barely paying any attention to time, as if he doesnt need sleep or simply switched off the annoying need for it in favor of work.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]



[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<b>Cassian Andor</b>, <br>your trouble[/LZ]Cassian remembers. No one cares about people personally, there's always some profit or advantage to gain. He does, but what he does is not relevant. He'll be better off if he changes his ways and starts to think what his mind says instead of sticking with his heart.
He'll be better agent, he'll be more like Kay. Does Kay care? But would he be a better person too? Is being a better person something he should care about? Cassian doesn't know.
What he does know is that Kay puts together a plan in the blink of an eye. It's like he doesn't have any doubts at all. As if he has his own way of making arrangements with the world and its random chances. It's easy to trust him, so Cassian does just that.
He watches the datapad carefully and arranges the list. He puts everything and everyone there, then decides all his petty resources are not much interest for a Kay and deletes half of the list.
Then he carefully adds deleted lines once more. Kay said anything. So he's give him everything. Cassian puts the important sources on the top and adds his short comments about the information he has gotten from them and if it was true. He puts a dates also and notices for the first time there are couple of sources who were silent for a long time. There's a leaflets that came out every two days until they didn't. The last one came out the day after their first rebel client, the woman, came to collect.
It's strange. He has never thought about the timing before.
The time passes. The screen of the datapad is black, dead. No one is reaching back to them. Kay said they would stay away. Does it mean if they wouldn't they are from the fake cell? Should Cassian provoke them in any way just to be sure? He feels like he has learnt a lot on the mission, and all his new skills are just waiting for him to try them.
He puts the list aside and takes the datapad.
He reads the messages. And again. And again. painfully, slowly deciding, choosing, doubting.
Then he decides, among everything ability to wait must be the most important for him.
With that Cassian puts the datapad aside and goes to bed.
It's surprisingly easy to fall asleep knowing Kay is here.



    Kay is used to working long hours, but its clearly not the case for Cassian. He sees out of the corner of his eye how the kid stares at the datapad and, after awhile, gives up the wait and goes to bed. Its not that Kay would like for Cassian to exhaust himself, however, hes well aware of the teenagers typical impatience. He stays working some more, until the datadisk is all fine and dandy, ready to be used for the next step of their plan. Kay doesnt feel tired, so instead of going to sleep, he busies himself with other things to do: he carefully goes over the list of the sources. Cassian did a good job, even wrote down little helpful details. For whatever reason, it makes Kay briefly smile with the corner of his mouth.
    The kid is learning.
    More importantly, the kid is still not dead, and this is an achievement which goes against all Kays odds. He likes it. Usually things fall neatly where he predicts they will. This time they dont, and its refreshing if a bit scary. But scary is fine. Scary keeps you alert. The more they look into this, the more Kay thinks they need to be alert and ready. It had to be a simple missionand in some ways it still is. They dont have to pose as imperial officers. Or go undercover. Kay stops and thinks about it for a few moments.
    They need all the information about the woman. What if they just walked in and asked instead of digging around?
    Kay knows it would be risky. Overwhelmingly so for the kid on his first mission. Less so, but still pretty risky for himself. It would be very upfront and straightforward. Kay doesnt like this type of thing, and he avoids it as much as possible. Moreover, their appearance is known. Kay sighs and stashes the idea into the furthermost part of his mind. This would be their last resort if nothing else works. And he will make sure Cassian is aware of just how dangerous it is for him to take part in it, and he will give the kid a choice if it comes to that. Its not going to. At least, Kay hopes its not going to. They will find out everything they can about this client. They should have asked the supposed rebels about the woman. Kay thinks about it before drifting off in his chair. Sleep claims him abruptly, and it looks like Kay just switched off in his seat as if he ran out of battery.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]



[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<b>Cassian Andor</b>, <br>your trouble[/LZ]Even sounds have changed and stopped to bother Cassian when he's asleep. He does hear them through his sleep (a light sleep is one of those things he learned when he was a child; one of those that he probably won't be able to unlearn), but with Kay at home everything is so easily explainable there's no need to think and to be alert about it.
In the morning, still a little groggy, Cassian checks the datapad once more, just in case - there's no messages, no news - then he takes the datadisk. He was tge one to take the job, so he batter be the one who will give it back to the client. Cassian decides it fast, but then he stops himself and tries to think. He looks at Kay who seems to be asleep and tries to think very quietly not to wake him up.
It doesn't take long though,  so in less than five minutes Cassian gives Kay a very different look. This time he wants his mentor to wake up. Cassian is sure his idea is brilliant, but not to the point when he acts without telling Kay at first.
"Listen," he says in the most confident voice he can imagine. "If they don't think I might be dangerous, if they think I'm just a kid, gullible and nave and not knowing anything about everything, maybe I can put it to the use? To ask some questions, that are too risky for you to ask? To break in and search the landlord's place? To trust the wrong cell so they would want to use me somehow?"



    Kay hates waking up. His whole body is aching, his neck especially giving him a few reasons to never repeat the mistake of falling asleep in a chair ever again. And then theres the kid who wants something from him, and Kay isnt sure what is it or why does it have to be so urgent, or what is going on in general. It takes him a couple of secondsbordering on half a minuteto navigate himself through whatever Cassian is saying. The kid sure looks confident but Kay is afraid it means no good. If anything, he feels ambushedbeing awakened like this.
    Dont break in anywhere just yet, is the first thing Kay manages to croak at Cassian. Then, clearing his throat, he continues, We stick to the plan. You pass the datadisk to the client, they plug it in, we get their coordinates. Then we go observing, breaking in, et cetera.
    Kay doesnt remember if he told this bit to Cassian. Maybe he didnt. He isnt exactly used to working with a partner still, even though he has to admithe kind of likes having the kid around. Kay frowns, moves his palms across his face trying to wake himself up even more, or at least enough to hold a coherent conversation, and goes over the kids suggestion once again in his head. Cassian can probably sell being naïve and gullible. Kay doesnt like the idea though. Especially if it is going to lead Cassian somewhere Kay wont be able to protect him.
    Kriff, he cares.
    This decides it. Kay puts his hands down on the table. The mission is always the most important thing. Not his personal attachments, not his worries, which he wasnt even aware he had yesterdayblatantly lying to himself right herenot anything else. The mission. Kay thinks it through once again, in a calm and collected, professional manner. It can be a good move. If the kid pulls it off, which he willKay looks at Cassian.
    Okay, yes, he says a bit warily. If you can charm that client into a conversation or whatever it is you have in mind, do that. I doubt theyll let you in more than they have to for the sake of their goal, but however far in you can get, will do us good. You sure about this?
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

K-2SO (2018-12-01 12:20:14)



[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<b>Cassian Andor</b>, <br>your trouble[/LZ]With his newfound gift of patience Cassian doesn't get upset and waits. He reminds himself Kay knows better and still is his commanding officer, and there was 'we' in his words, so Cassian probably won't be left behind once again. He hopes he won't be. Besides, he can always change his mind, which he does.
Apparently in the morning even Kay needs some time to see a good idea and its potential. Cassian nods but doesn't smile. There's no time and no need to sell his skills.
"I was alone and didn't get into trouble. I haven't done anything suspicious or at least nothing suspicious enough for them to do something about it. I can do it. I'm ready. Well," Cassian admits, "more ready than I was at the beginning of the mission. I won't do anything stupid without letting you know, I promise."
With that he finally smiles.
"Anyway, do you want anything? To eat, to sleep? To sleep in a bed? Anything?"



    Of course, the kid is sure, because hes sixteen and excited and sixteen, and his odds of survival are pretty low, and Kay firmly stops this train of thought right there. Cassian is going to survive this. Hes a capable person if a bit young, and Kay has to return to being impartial about him. Stars, these attachments can cloud ones judgment.
    He doesnt know where his own newfound attachment to the kid fits in in his usually structured and coldly logical worldview. This, for one, Kay suddenly finds more worrisome than the mission Cassian thought up for himself. The kid beams at him as if Kay gave him a very expensive present, like a freighter or something.
    Youre going to be the death of me, Kay says in a gravely serious tone of voice and gets up, unsure of what exactly it is he wants to do. Instead, he finds himself patting Cassians shoulder and saying, Its a miracle I trust you with this so please just dont do anything stupid. With or without letting me know. You die, and I will be very distraught and quite possibly unfit for work for some time.
    All of a sudden Kay is acutely aware this is not how human communication usually works. People are not supposed to say these things out loud just like this. Instead, people should kind of read them off of each other. What people definitely dont do is phrase it the way he did. Kay retrieves his hand and moves away, towards the kitchen, deciding he needs breakfast and some space to analyze his own switch in behavior and what to do about it, if anything.
    He quickly puts together some toasts and fried eggs, and a cup of caf as black as it can possibly get. Its a good morning, even if Kays body continues to ache, reminding him hes neither young nor fit for sleeping in chairs. The light filtering through the kitchen window is pale but warm, the food is simple but tasty and the kid is risking but not going to die. Kay wills himself to stop thinking about it. Worrying isnt productive.
    Questions. He needs to think about the questions that Cassian can ask the client.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

K-2SO (2018-12-01 15:25:25)



[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<b>Cassian Andor</b>, <br>your trouble[/LZ]Cassian isn't sure what he should say. Did Kay just joke? Or did he joke and show he cared? Or was it his Nigel persona peeking through? Or does Kay truly care about the inconvenience of being unfit for work because of his death?
He goes with simple "I won't". He won't die, he won't do anything stupid, he won't let Kay down. Everything else, once again, everything he doesn't know how to process he puts aside. He'll think again and try again later, on the base, when there's no mission to fail and no Kay to disappoint. By this time 'aside' is a pretty messy part of his mind, but Cassian will deal with it. Later. Or at least, he hopes he will.
Kay goes to the kitchen. Cassian isn't sure if he should follow, so he stays alone. For a short moment he puts his hand on the shoulder, where Kay patted him. It was nice. Even if it was just to reinforce his words, it worked. Cassian tries to be a good agent, so he remembers: sometimes with some people touches work really well. And apparently he is one of those people and he should bear it in mind so no one can use it against him.
It's pretty early and a chance his client will come right now is non-existent but Cassian still checks a front door and the datadisk just to be sure he still has it. He thinks it's better to wait outside. That way he'll be the only one to talk to. Yet it's just too early to leave now.
"I'll say you'e sleeping," he says entering the kitchen. "Your return won't be a secret for long anyway. And that way they won't bother you, they'll talk to me, and I'll be a kid who gives them information without realizing it. What do you think?"

Cassian Andor (2018-12-02 00:55:11)



    After a bit of caf and some food, his ability to think productively makes a glorious come back. Quite possibly, him remembering that he will always be able to trace Cassian on a map if the kid takes the device with him also has something to do with it. Either way, Kay finally manages to compartmentalize this weird mumbo-jumbo of feelings and concentrate on the task at hand. By the time the kid enters the kitchen, he is back to being his usual calm and collected self.
    He looks up from his plate and says, Say I only talk to the clients who want something big and complicatedsomething you cant deal with. Like viruses, as those are our specialty. Bait them into ordering something else, into coming back. We dont want to lose the contact. Ask lots of dumb questions, play a curious teenager, which you are. Kay gestures at Cassian with his mug and produces an easy Nigel-esque smile on his face before saying, Drop some strong opinion on the Empire, something that can be taken either way. Have you seen the latest news from the Coruscant? I couldnt believe it!
    Kay drops the smile.
    Something like that. A shock, an awe usually would work. Move your entire body, dont tense up in the shoulders. See how they react and go from there. Ask away about their job, if theyve been here long, their favorite place, some advice on what to see while were here. Ask two questions which have nothing to do with the mission, and every thirdfor the mission. Talk more than you usually would. Watch out. And remember its just a dialogue. This is your territory. Do you need me to continue with the pep-talk or are you good? Kay suddenly asks, stopping himself, and finishes his caf in one long gulp.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]



[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<b>Cassian Andor</b>, <br>your trouble[/LZ]Cassian relaxes his shoulders and tries so keep them that way. He gives a small nod now and then. It's easier to think he does't need any advice. That way he can ignore everything that can give him away and feel more confident. But his confidence isn't the problem. He was confident the first time he's gotten his solo assignment, and he has led the cell to them anyway. It worked out that time, but Cassian knows better than to believe it would this time.
So, not the confidence, then. The ratio of useful and useless questions, the body language, the shoulders, that stupid shoulders he should mind and keep relaxed at the same time.
When Kay stops and asks if he should continue, Cassian shakes his head.
"I'm good. I can do it."
After all, there's one good if not the only way to know if he really can, and that's to do it while not getting himself or Kay killed or worse, captured.

He has some time to practice. The client appears in an hour, and by that time Cassian thinks he did a remarkable job with his shoulders. He is calm, relaxed and beams with a pride for the work he did. He refuses money once again, but can't shut up about all the features his code has and all tasks it can do, until the client is smiling.
"Walk with me and tell me more, if you like. I'm in a little bit hurry," he finally suggests, and Cassian smiles back.
Soon the client has a name - Elek - and they are talking, and everything seems to go really smooth. Cassian asks question, criticizes the Empire and talks about Uquine he likes so much, because it's bright and all over the top, and fast, and is nothing like where he came from.
"Where are you from, Jeron?"
There a pause, almost unnoticeable one. Then Elek says: "You've got it bad from what I've heard," and Cassian nods and stays despite his quick instincts suggest he runs this very moment because of that pause.
He stays because he has to slow down and think and come to some conclusions instead of just following the feeling in his guts. And he has to get something. Everything. Anything. And has nothing so far.
They talk about the code once again, and Nigel's desire to get a challenging job, not ordinary ones Jeron can do himself, and Nigel's absence, and his return, and they laugh about it: he's wandering because he doesn't have a job that's good enough for him.
And then again.
"It's a shame he can't get drunk like all of us," Elek chuckles. "Did you ever get drunk or you are not allowed yet, kid?"
Something is wrong. He laughs it off, but he can feel it, and he knows Elek can feels him feeling it too.
It strikes him a block later. Kay can't get drunk. Nigel can.
But it's too late at that point, and he doesn't have enough time to recoil, when Elek suddenly grabs his wrist and there's no people around to see it.

Cassian doesn't return.



    Calm. Collected. Careful.
    Kay suddenly finds himself remembering his own words. In mere four weeks time, he managed to go from being completely dispassionate about the kid to caring whether he lives or dies not because of the mission or the general, but just because. Frankly, it is alarming. Kay doesnt like the sure tone of voice Cassian has when he says he can do it. Its not like he doubts the kid. Its a completely irrational thing, the way he worries about Cassian, and Kay hates it. He hates it so much. Its not productive, its not useful, its just twisted and impossible to get rid of. Thankfully, he manages to hide it well enough.
    Before the kid leaves, Kay makes sure that he has his commlink with him, just in case.
    Then there comes the waiting.
    Kay doesnt sit idly though, he busies himself with drawing a mental map of everything and looking through the news holosites and newspapers and TV programs, and everything and anything that could possibly have broadcasted or printed even a glimpse of their initial client, the woman named Marani, being killed or dead or absent. Kay finds himself distracted, the lines of text blurring in front of his eyes. He curses the worry out loud and stretches his limbs and goes to the kitchen to cook himself some lunch.
    Cooking helps a little bit. Even here Kay busies himself with his mental map, linking things together and coming up with new and unexpected connections and relations between all the events. He eats quickly but then sits for a long time in front of his empty plate, looking at the opposite side of the table. Why. Why did they send another person? Why did Marani get killed at such a moment, was it just an ill timing?
    Kay knows its been two hours. He knows when its been three, and four, and even five. He waits patiently. After six hours he starts mindlessly checking his commlink. The day draws to the evening. Kay keeps pondering all the same questions, over and over, until he asks just the right one. Why would the real cell send another person if the one they sent previously got killed right after she talked to Kay and Cassian?
    Son of a bitch, Kay mutters, anger showing in the way he clenches his fists, but he immediately calms himself down.
    Its been seven hours, and Cassian is still not home.
    The last time Kay Tooesso got upset, he killed an Imperial general. This time he is pissed off. The landlord is not going to like this conversation.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

K-2SO (2018-12-05 00:14:06)



[icon][/icon][nick]Mist Osh[/nick][status]friend from work[/status]It didn't go as he planned, but that's fine. There are no mistakes, only changes of plan as his toydarian master used to say. Of course it was his master's  truth. For Mist, there were mistakes, there were consequences. There will be consequences now (even with Mist not having much to loose), but only if he changes his plan wrong.
He won't do that. He waits. Mist is almost too good with waiting. He has to wait for a permission to act, he has to wait for a squad, he has to wait for Kay to understand what's going on. He used to be better than that. It's almost painful to look at someone who was that good and see him that low. But his commanders will be happy to get him anyway. With or without the kid, good or bad - in any state, with any equipment and knowledge. It's personal. And for Mist it's a chance.
Kay will either understand what is going on and flee or understand and come right to Mist. Fleeing sounds more like Kay, so it's crucially important to stop him before he vanishes. But time passes, and Kay stays.
He stays.
Hasn't he understood yet? Who, what is he waiting for? For a boy? That possibility Mist just shakes off. Is this a part of a plan? Of Kay's plan, because after all he was good. He may still be.
He stays, and that makes thing both easier and harder. That puts Mist himself in a more danger he would like, but it means he doesn't have to catch Kay again. He's still here. Mist tries his blaster and makes sure it's in a stun mode. It would be a shame to have Kay Tooesso in his hands and accidentally kill him.
When Kay finally comes to him, it's evening already, and Mist wastes no time.
He shoots first.


Does he hit the target?
Even - yes, odd - no



    Kay sets in motion, cold and calculating as usual, all the emotions draining from him. This is exactly why he doesnt work with partners. They make things go sideways, but hes survived worse than this. Anyone whos ever tried killing an Imperial general and then fleeing would agree if you survive the hunt that ensues you can survive practically anything. Not that Kay knows many people who survived, or many who even succeeded in their attempt to kill the general in the first place. After all, his big brother was just as smart and perceptive as he is.
    The first thing Kay does is he shoots a short message to the base. It reads as simple and concise as always, Gone bad. A trap. DNSR. WTC. GN, found them. Answer. Kay codes it himself this time, making sure even if it gets intercepted, nobody will be able to crack it and get a sense of what is going on. The next thing he does, he sends a message to the rebel cell, which he is more than ever sure now is the real one. Kay doesnt curse himself for being blind or for being careless, or for taking the kid to the mission which was supposed to be much, much simpler but turned out to be a mess. He just works.
    Next thingsweeping the apartment, making sure everything is in place. Next thinga bit of tinkering before going anywhere, because its time he shows some trust in locals. Next thingputting on Nigel Harr and going to the landlord.
    Kay knocks on the door three times before opening it gingerly, starting with, Good evening, and finishing with, kriff
    He stumbles back into the corridor, his legs going numb, all of his body going numb. Kay is not a huge fan of stunning mode on any blaster, much less the one his landlord apparently has in his hand. Well, this worked out smoother than he expected. The guy saves him some time. Otherwise, Kay would have had to go on and provoke him, see if the theory checks out. Of course, it does. Sliding down the wall to the floor, Kay thinks quickly. Stunning is not killing, so for whatever reason they need him, so they will bring him in. The good question is, where.
    It is in this moment when the realization dawns on Kaythey might have killed Cassian already by this point.
    It does not help his temper. He liked the kid.


The rebel cell here
1-2 gets the message and discusses what to do about it
3-4 follows the instructions in the message, sending a code to the Rebellion
5-6 follows the instructions + immediately sets out to help Kay

[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]



[nick]Mist Osh[/nick][status]friend from work[/status][icon][/icon]Mist has been rotten here, on Uquine for two years, three months and twelve days. It's not like he's counting, but it's hard not to when you stuck on a planet like this one and is expected to consider yourself lucky. In all this time he rarely drew any attention. But now Kay is in the corridor, and it's not subtle at all. Mist doesn't care: he'll brought Kay back, they surely will give him something better to do, somewhere better to live. He doesn't need to care about Uquine and it's petty rebels anymore.
He comes closer and looks down at Kay, although keeps some distance. Unnecessary caution it may seem, but Kay Tooesso is the most successful of all Imperial defectors. It deserves if not caution then something like a respect.
Mist checks his commlink - he still has around twelve hours until the squad is here. More that enough for him to prepare everything, so no one would doubt who provided the catch. He contacts Elek who unknowingly for him will take another, less pleasant part of an agent who almost ruined everything and made Mist to break his legend and to save the operation before it even started.
A man has to die so Mist can do his job. But a man doesn't have to know about it just yet. Together they drags Kay to a speeder. Elek limps slightly, his weight is shifting to his right foot reminding Mist that they should hurry. Rebels might be here soon and if he looses Kay, he will stand in his place when the squad arrives.
"If someone appears on a road, run them over," he commands. He ties Kay's hands and presses his blaster to his side. "Move a finger, and I'll stun you again. It's over, Kay, there ain't you can do about it."
Mist leaves everything not worrying much that someone will come. There is some information in his place, but none of it is more important than Kay is. And if someone will come... Well, the squad can have some fun then.
Mist doesn't cover Kay's eyes knowing that the speeder movement, sounds, smells will provide as much information. But he stays quiet until they reach their destination point, the warehouse close to a space port. They drag Kay inside and put him on the floor. The stun effect should come to an end soon, but Mist doesn't shoot again. Just says, "Stay quiet, don't move."
He sends Elek outside to be sure they are safe and no one followed. He isn't going to talk to Kay, but he is the first to break silence.
"I don't think you know me: I would have been long dead if you did. But I remember you well enough. I'm Mist. I want you to remember me too for the rest of your life. Me and how much harm you dis to all of us."
Mist doesn't know if his life would be long. In any other branch it would be a simple execution. But intelligent people are creative and there are punishments harsher than death for people like Kay.



    What Kay does is he stays perfectly calm. Not that he has much of a choice, being stunned and all. The landlord clearly knows him or knows enough about him to know his name and appearance, to see right through the cover story. By this point Kay should probably stop referring to him as the landlord, the profession clearly doesnt suit him. Landlords are supposed to be hospitable and friendly. Last time Kay checked, throwing a person in the back of a speeder and tying their wrists isnt the definition of hospitality.
    The job is sloppy. Kay is unimpressed. The Empire intelligence didnt get better in his absence.
    Kay follows the orders, stays quiet and doesnt move. The warehouse where they dragged him is empty, even though its close to a spaceport. He can hear the spaceships taking off and landing. Kay slowly assesses his chances and his possibilities. A part of him is exhilarated with the rush of adrenalin, with the danger present in his life again, the real danger, however brief it is. It twists him in something he forgets he is at the Rebellion base. He is still pissed off, and this concoction results in his eerie, inhuman calmness.
    The stun starts to achingly wear off. The mans name is Mist, and when Kay looks him in the face, his calmness gets even eerier. His eyes are dark, and his stare is unblinking. He doesnt answer anything. He doesnt allow even a hint of recognition in his features. He just observes.
    So this is personal. Or, rather, it is much more personal than it is a duty or want for money. Mist is an intelligence officer. Not that Kay even recognizes this guy. He used to be lieutenant-colonel three years ago, his job description didnt suggest remembering people who served under him. There were too many. He was concerned with bigger, more important things.
    I dont know you, Kay thinks, and I dont care who you are.
    But stars forbid you did something to the kid.
    Kay keeps looking at Mist. And then he smirks.
    Its a bit lopsided, his face still recovering from the stun along with his body. He had plenty of time to think this through. Kay was in the Imperial intelligence long enough to know how these people think, and if he wants he can still think like them himself. The stun was unpredictable, usually, field officers are forbidden from blowing their cover in such a rude way. But the restfor the rest Kay left precise instructions. Clearly, this is some other game Mist is playing here. His friend, whoever he is, is most likely not in on the grand strategy of this whole endeavor. But it doesnt matter to Kays instructions, not really.
    So he smirks until he doesnt anymore, and the absence of any emotion on his face feels dark as if all the lights in the city that never sleeps just went out.
    Sloppy. Not searching himsloppy. Talking to him nowsloppy. Being so sure of himselfvery sloppy. Letting Kay stay in the apartment undisturbed and unobserved for seven hoursexceptionally, outstandingly sloppy. Pissing Kay offwell, thats just suicidal.


The Rebellion answers the rebel cells code, confirming Kays instructions
1-2 in 3 hours
3-4 in 1 hour
5-6 in 15 minutes

After tracking Kay through his commlink to the warehouse, the rebel cell
1-2 lays low and waits for the right moment, observing the spaceport as well
3-4 plus dispatches a couple of agents looking for Cassian, dead or alive
5-6 plus sets to work on the commlink connection and network, and routers, and servers, making sure everything the Imperials exchange over commlinks within the vicinity of the spaceport they can listen in, too

After getting the confirmation, the rebel cell
1-2 gets more people on the site
3-4 plus inconspicuously plants several bombs at the spaceport, but doesnt let them go off yet
5-6 plus creates a distraction in the other side of the city for the local Imperial stormtroopers & police

[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

K-2SO (2018-12-06 01:18:16)



Mist wants to wipe that smirk of him off Kay's face, but he doesn't do it. The command wants him safe and sound, a perfectly blank canvas to paint on it, so be it. Then the smirk disappears, and Kay just sits, looking more like a droid than a sentient being. As if he doesn't care about his future at all.
"I wonder what they will do to you. Will they just kill you, or maybe break you and then rewire you back to being obedient dog. Or maybe they will brand you and sell somewhere to rot. Somewhere even worse than the place they've let you crawl from at the first place. You will be an example, that's for sure."
It's his turn to smirk. An example and, if Mist is lucky, an indulgence, a sign all Intelligence people who used to be slaves are trusted again, are given another chance.
There is a possibility that it's not that he was a slave, that he's just not good enough to earn himself a better mission. Or that's what he is supposed to believe in, and what he'll prove is wrong with Kay, bound, silent and hopeless. But Kay, praised and respected in his time, was sent to the same shit hole the Uquine is. At least Mist doesn't have to take a child as a partner.
He shrugs off the thought about a boy. There's nothing he can do anyway and he has nowhere to go and no one to ask for a help. The boy is not a problem.
He throws a commlink on Kay's lap.
"Here's a souvenir for you to remember your last partner. Or your last mission. Any of those two. What?" Mist turns to a door. "You should watch around."
"Yeah. It's just... I don't really like..."
"I don't care. Do as told."
Elek looks at him for a second, but then he leaves.[nick]Mist Osh[/nick][status]friend from work[/status][icon][/icon]



    Kay continues observing. He reads everything Mist gives him, knowingly or not. For a few moments he doubts himself, whether or not his initial judgment is correct. Mist might be toying with him, he might have left the mask of a landlord but it doesnt mean he necessarily is his true self right now. This might be a ploy, a game. Kay watches Mists face, his own gaze calm and dispassionate, and listens to his words, to his voice, notes where the other man is looking, his intonations, everything.
    No, this is not a game.
    This is deeply personal for him.
    The way Mist concentrates on one specific punishmentbeing sold as a slave againKay finds especially peculiar. It wasnt exactly common knowledge how he ended up as an Imperial intelligence officer, certainly not in the last few years of his service. Once you get high enough it becomes wiser to keep your heritage hidden. But then again, as Kay once told Cassian, one slave will always be able to spot another.
    Kay tilts his head ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving Mists face even though he isnt looking at his face now, he is looking at all of him at once. There are several places masters like to put their brand on. Wrists, shoulder blades, chest, shoulders. Faces, but rarely. A slave has to be mighty disobedient for a master to do thatalthough Kay heard stories of masters who brand their slaves faces just for kicks and giggles. He doesnt see anything out in the open but then again, if Mist got away through military he isnt going to wear his branding like a badge of honor, if he even has one.
    Kay doesnt catch the commlink, somehow, he doesnt see it coming. He picks it up from his lap and looks at it briefly, then tosses it away silently. The other man who interrupts their little one-sided conversation sounded nervous. Kay doesnt get his hopes high, it might be hours before anyone comes for him. The good thing is, the only one whose survival he actually cares about is Cassian, and the kid might still be alive. Kay doesnt believe in the grand gestures like throwing him a device and saying a bunch of words clearly aimed to put him off-balance. The kid survived kriffing Fest being what, five years old? He should know a trick or two.
    As for his own survival, Kay has little interest in it. He took his brothers life in cold blood, he doesnt quite see how the universe allows him to live anyway. There are things, however right and righteous they are, that people arent supposed to do.
    Kay doesnt regret it in the least. The surprise on the fuckers face.
    He keeps his silence. Silence prompts people to talk, especially if they are nervous or feel like they need to unwind, release some tension. Besides, what he can tell Mist? Kay isnt sorry. He isnt the begging type either. He isnt the bragging type nor the threatening type, nor the talkative type in general. He is certainly not going to share his complicated past with a stranger. Kay shuffles a bit, sitting more comfortably now, but thats the only motion coming from him. He expects the wait to be long.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

K-2SO (2018-12-06 22:14:44)



[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<b>Cassian Andor</b>, <br>your trouble[/LZ]Escape is easy. Escape is fast and sets everything inside Cassian right.
The man (Elek loses his name because it's irrelevant now: he's an enemy, his name is a distraction) is older, bigger, stronger. He should know better than to grab one Cassian's hand, leaving another one free.
But Cassian can't win it.
He doesn't try.
It takes a second to decide what he can leave behind if can at all. Then Cassian loosens his commlink with his free hand, because that's what free hands are for, he goes down and pushes the man's stomach with his head making him to step back. With force he kicks man's kneecap to slow him down and then he runs away, alive, free and untouched.
He runs until he is out of breath making sure he doesn't follow any of predictable destinations. Then he stops and his old quick thinking gives away to the new, slow one.
Elek knew who Kay is and gave it away. As if he wanted Cassian to know he knows. As if he wanted him to do something about it. But did he want him to be caught - or to run away and bring the news to Kay? In any case they know where he lives. No coming back will win some time. Cassian doesn't have his commlink anymore, but it may be a good thing. They will be able to trace it with the one Kay has. Cassian can't return, because there's their landlord, and he is with the false cell, or he might be, or he might not. But Kay has to know what's going on. Because they had the agreement to run and to be on their own, but it's not fair if Cassian as the only one who knows they are on their own. Kay may be in danger. He has left the commlinc, but he can't leave Kay.
The hardest part of the job is deciding. That Cassian knows for sure.
He brightens when remembers about the datapad and people they were talking to just the day before. If they are real cell, he can find them and he can talk to Kay. So he should find them, and quickly enough, and not get caught again.
The plan is as easy as it's impossible. But Cassian does his best to ignore it.
It can be done. It should be done.
But it's a late evening when two dark shapes block him the way. Cassian recognizes the lekku on one of them, but gets suspicious anyway. Fast to trust anyone beforehand now he stands on trusting himself and Kay, but no one else.
"Your officer has sent us," the twi'lek says.
Cassian doesn't flinch, but he notes that 'officer'.
"The Rebellion contacted us. I know who you are."
"Why should I trust you?"
"Because I'm still not sure I should trust you. I expected your body to lie in some dumpster, and yet you are alive and intact. If that's a trap..."
"What's a trap?" Cassian frowns.
"A rescue mission. And an attack if we do everything right."
It's Kay, Cassian thinks and nods.
"I'll go with you," he says but stays alert until he sees the message from home.

At the warehouse Mist slowly loses his patience. He looks at Kay, at the datapad, at Kay again, and, sometimes, at Elek who keeps return inside.
"What?!" he asks finally.
"I think there's something going on. Outside. Something big."



    Mists impatience is growing just as much as Kays declines. It looks as if he goes into this low-power mode, sitting perfectly still and just blinking rarely. Kay can easily think up an escape plan, which will most likely result in Mist, the other guy and himself injured and, quite possibly, some of them also dead. After all, he still has his clothes unsearched. Its astonishing how sloppy people get when they are close to something they thought never possible. Its revenge. Kay isnt sure for what exactly, but there are only few things in the world that can drive people and make them so determined, and none of the others seem to apply to Mist. At least not from what Kay was able to gather. One thing he is sure ofMist has never dreamed of actually getting his hands on Kay. This wasnt some kind of an ambush for him, its just a coincidence they all happened to be at Uquine at the same time.
    Sitting all the way through the night resulted in crushing tiredness for Kay when it was pretense-work, but right now he is buzzing with energy on the inside. Hours drag on, and Kay finds himself in a state alike meditation. There arent many ways to pass time here. Mists exclamation breaks him out of it, and for the first time in a very long while Kay turns his head and looks at them both, Mist and his partner. Unlikely a friend, more like a colleague, judging by what Kay has observed. And not the one Mist is particularly fond of.
    Three, Kay says.
    Meaning, its three in the morning.
    Its a good timing, he likes it. He suggested several, depending on what the rebelshe counts them as rebels nowcan gather about this entire operation, whether or not its sanctioned or not, if there are other Imperial agents helping, whether they notice something suspicious going on in the spaceport. Kay looks around and picks a sturdy column to stand next to. Then he gets up, making a quick work of stretching his muscles, and goes over to it. Its just a precaution, hes fairly certain local rebels arent going to do anything rash.
    But if they do choose to come in guns blazing, or even worseto blow something up or throw something in, like a grenadehe better be somewhere safe. The column is the safest spot to stand next to, as far as he can tell. After all, its not like he can just openly walk to the other side of the warehouse, and the column is right here. It takes him four strides to stand next to it. Kay lowers his gaze and looks at his hands.
    Three is good, he says in a level voice.
    Meaning, three turns of the rope around his wrists are good, and the knots are alright, but stars, why did no one search him?
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]



[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<b>Cassian Andor</b>, <br>your trouble[/LZ]It is the cell. The real one, the small group of rebels, not having much, not trusting many. Cassian knows in the very minute he sees their headquarters and rebels themselves. They have that distinctive flair he can't name but remember well enough from Fest and it's rebel people.
The twi'lek's name is Corvin. Cassian remains Jeron just in case. To help Kay they don't need his real name, and he was wrong about trusting people before. A little more caution might be a good thing to try.
The headquarters is under the cantina they came to.
By the time they reaches it Cassian knows they doesn't need his commlink to trace Kay or to contact him. Everything is taken care of and everyone around is busy, which means he can spare some time and scowl.
"Why didn't you just let us know? In any way. It could be done."
"That's why," Corvin shows a pile of leaflets Cassian recognizes immediately. He had remembered it just this morning. He comes closer and picks one. There's no picture, but the headline is big, black and intimidating. There's an Imperial spy, imposer, pretending to be a slicer. It's about Kay.
"So you knew?" Cassian asks. "When we came here, everyone have left because of us?"
"Yeah. Marani brought the news and was killed. It was... cruel. Ruthless. It scared everyone enough to postpone the publication and to wait. To watch you. You didn't act as we expected, so in time we weren't sure it was you who killed her. It wasn't you, was it?"
Cassian nods and stays silent to remember a woman with sparkles in her eyes. Then he raises his head.
"She was a double agent, I remember it. Did she... The job we did, was it for you or the ba... other guys?"
"For us. She had to plant it, but I never knew if she did. She was the one who  knew how it works anyway."
"No, she wasn't," Cassian says finding a task for himself.
Corvin gives him a datapad and never leaves him alone. Cassian understands. In twi'lek's place he wouldn't trust himself either. It's around midnight, and the mission should start soon. He wants to join it, but if recognized we'll spoil everything. And this is more important. Because if Marani had a time to start the program...
She had, and it means that he has an access to everything the fake call has ever documented. There are reports and commands that were sent, and there are lists of informants and plans that no one have seen. Cassian smiles to Corvin.
"I'm going to need your help."
Together bit by bit they go through the data. Copy everything, then destroy the old ones and change the new ones until the reports that were sent don't match the internal data at all. As if they were forged, falsified to keep the unnecessary mission going. There are informants they change with names of long dead people. Cassian has a feeling that the real names will soon become names of dead people too, but he doesn't ask about it.
It's three in the morning when Corvin takes a commlink.
"Clean," he says. "Don't kill anyone unless it's the only way. We do it clean, and there's no imperial agents here."
And the barely noticeable circle that kept shrinking around the warehouse stops for a moment. It changes, breaks, switching to another plan. A moment - and there are none of them. It's enough for Mist who came outside to believe there's nothing but Elek's fear. He feels no fear anymore but one: he doesn't calculate the risks being afraid he'll scare off his sudden luck. he's so close. He'll leave and never return, he'll be the agent he always wanted to be. Everything will be good.
He says it to Elek and takes a dose of stim. A third, perhaps, but who is counting them? Exept Elek, of course. Mist sighs, but then smiles deciding his scared sidekick would draw an attention for them. He takes him inside and shoots. He'll just add an escape attempt which ended with the death of young green man. He doesn't need anyone at that point. All he has to do is to wait. That he can do.
"I didn't allow you to move," he says focusing his gaze with difficulty on Kay. Mist switches his blaster back into a stun mode and points it. But before he can soot it, there's a lout KABOOM somewhere at the spaceport.
"What the hell?" he asks and for some reason looks at Elek.



    No, you didnt, Kay says.
    Somehow, he didnt see the death of the other man coming quite so soon, but Mist kills him easily and leaves himself vulnerable. No wonder they posted him on Uquine. No offense to local rebels, this is just about as safe a posting for somebody so sloppy as it can get. This changes things a little bit. Kay thinks quickly, calculating his chances and the best way to proceed. He could attack Mist, there is no one to help him now. There is a chance, a rather big one as well, that he can win this one on his own. The other option would be to run and hide and take care of the damn ropes.
    He still has to find Cassian, though.
    Mist is clearly losing it, his eyes blown from whatever drug hes taking. This explains the sloppiness, the carelessness. This also explains the posting. Its basic training gone sidewayssometimes Intelligence officers get hooked up on the drug they are supposed to learn how to act around, how to compensate for. So they could function if they were drugged. If only Kay knew what exactly it is Mist is taking. He doesnt have time to guess from the mans behavior.
    No, you did not, Kay repeats and suddenly moves, as if the explosion somewhere outside sets him off, too.
    He gets close to Mist, trying his best to evade the blaster, carefully steps around him, putting his arms above the mans head and around his chest, his arms, trapping him. And just like that Kay lifts Mist from the ground ever so slightly and uses his tied wrists to press the man against his chest, making sure the heels of his hands dig into the solar plexus. Its not yet truly painful, at first Kay is more interested in not being stunned than in injuring his enemy.
    If the kid is dead, he says in that same disinterested, calm voice and doesnt continue, just applies a bit more force. This timeenough to hear a rib or two crack.
    If the kid is dead, there is no Imperial Intelligence officer on this planet who is going to survive.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]



[nick]Mist Osh[/nick][status]friend from work[/status][icon][/icon]"He's not," Mist croaks.
Is there another explosion, or the sound is in his ears only? The warehouse is shifting, and there are bright white spots on a ceilingt, and Kay was so fast. They must be giving him something, stuff him with rebellion drugs to make him so fast. It's that or Mist is the slow one. No, that can't be truth. He is quick, smart, too good for this place.
And he will get out from it alive and with a victory.
"He's not, but you won't find him without me. He is alive, but won't be for long if you kill me."
And another one. Was Elek right? Is there something outside? Is he in danger? The squad will come soon. In the morning the latest.
"They'll get you without my help. The Empire. You are not forgotten, they will do everything to get you. You need help. Let me go - and I will help. I promise."
It sounds good to Mist. Kay will get along, and will let him go. Then he needs a second or two - or maybe five or ten, because his blaster is on the floor and little bugger is hard to notice at night with stim sparkles bloking his sight. And then he stun Kay. It's easy.
It's very easy.
There's another explosion, but Mist doesn't even notice that one. The spaceport guards, though, do, leaving an old warehouse they always keep an eye on.
No one sees rebels entering.
There wasn't even a lock on a door.

Cassian Andor (2018-12-08 19:00:59)



    Its a disgrace, how low the Imperial intelligence has fallen if they keep people like Mist.
    Its difficult to tell whether youre telling me this because I can kill you or because he is truly alive. Forgive me my doubts, Kay says politely and doesnt loosen the grip. You lost your chance to get on my good side a couple of hours ago.
    He carefully takes a few steps back from the dropped blaster and presses even harder, this time definitely not only hearing but feeling Mists ribs cracking. Usually, Kay avoids using brute force, not taking any pleasure in a mans pain, preferring to outsmart his opponents rather than break them physically, but this time he is pissed off. His rage, just like everything about him, is cold and calculating. Mist can still be useful, if not for finding Cassian then for the local rebels.
    Of course, he isnt forgotten, hes on a kriffing undercover mission. Kay doesnt say it.
    You are very lucky, Kay continues instead in a low voice, very lucky, he repeats, letting Mist drop to the ground, that Cassian is a capable young man and mightve survived the two of you, sloppy agents.
    A bunch of cracked ribs is going to prevent him from acting out, for sure.
    Kay spits on the floor next to Mist, and this is the moment when somebody gets in the warehouse. Kay immediately moves towards the blaster and picks it up, switching it back to regular shooting instead of stunning. Those who just entered better be rebels, because he doesnt have much cover, and his wrists are still tied together. It wont prevent him from shooting the Imperials down given a chance, though, if hes out of luck and it is them.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]



[nick]Mist Osh[/nick][status]friend from work[/status][icon][/icon]There's another explosion, this time it's neither somewhere outside nor in his mind. In it's his body, clear, loud, blocking everything, for a short moment separating Mist from everything. Because the pain is so strong his brain can't even process it.
He returns to a reality with a scream that might be his. His legs buckles and the floor hits him hard. He doesn't feel Kay's grip anymore, but feels what remains of it: shattered ribs, tears hanging on eyelashes, shirt damp from a sweat. Mist sucks in painful breathes and doesn't really care about anything else but the fact that he hurts.
Rebels, be contrast, are interested in everything. They slow down for just a second.
"Don't shoot. You've contacted us, we are from a local cell. We should hurry up, the Imperial squad is coming here. Need some help with this?" asks the rebel and wave his people to continue. He comes closer to Kay to cut him loose.
The rest of rebels divide. Some of them are searching the warehouse, looking for anything interesting or useful. Couple of them haul Mist and search him, taking his commlink, some credits, three single-use stim-shots.
"Fancy overdose?" asks one of them Mist.
The rebel who was talking earlier winces, but then looks at Kay.
"It's not a bad idea actually. They'll find him and take everything as some junky delusions. With what your kid did it might work. We've found him, by the way. If it's important to you now."



    Having his hands free is a bliss, and Kay even tucks the blaster in his pants just so he can rub at his wrists. Looking around the floor, he picks up Cassians commlink, before turning to one of the rebels. They dont exchange names, but Kay isnt that interested anyway. The only important words he hears are about Cassian. The kid is alive and is with the cell, everything worked out in the end. For a second he considers asking whether the kids injured but then decides against it. Its not as important at the moment.
    I broke his ribs. If hes lucky, hell die from a punctured lung in a couple of hours. If not, then in half a day. Do whatever you see fit with him, I dont care, Kay says. They wont believe him even if he survives. His posting here was some kind of a punishment, from what I gather. That one, however, he points at the other man, lying dead on the floor, needs to vanish. You know a good place to hide a body we dont want to be found for weeks, possibly months?
    Kay is fairly certain theres bound to be one in the rebels mind. He puts Cassians commlink in his pocket and holds the blaster again, checking it out more carefully now. Imperial standard issue, not something bought around here. The guy clearly didnt plan on staying here after handing Kay over to his colleagues. This mightve turned out awkward. Kay is sure his boss would be able to pull him out of this peculiar situation, but what would be the explanation for the Rebellion?
    He doesnt have time to ponder on what-ifs and would-bes, instead helping the rebels to carry the body outside to decide what to do with it. He leaves the others to deal with Mist, not quite trusting himself with the guy. Kay doesnt like how all of it makes him feel. He doesnt like this attachment he apparently has to the kid. Everything, all the emotions he postponed dealing with, suddenly seem to crush him, and Kay isnt sure how long hell be able to hold it off. He still needs to function for a bit longer.
    Kay can think who he is truly loyal to these days when theyre done with the body.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

K-2SO (2018-12-08 21:46:15)



"He won't be lucky to be high then," the rebel decides calling his people off, taking stim-shots with him. After all you never know. In a rebellion everything might be helpful.
Mist doesn't mind. He's still busy with pain, his rattle breathing and coughing that leaves a metallic aftertaste on his tongue. He can't get up. He can't even curse people who ruined his only chance for a fresh start.
Rebels leave as quickly as they appeared, only few of them stay inside to keep an eye on the imp until he dies. They take a dead body with them. The guard is still on the far side of the spaceport, so no one sees them, no one notices their already cold and slowly going stiff burden.
"A landfill on the northern outskirts," the rebel says when they reach a speeder. "There are trash hills and garbage mountains. It's impossible to find anything and anyone there."
He dismisses the larger part of his group, and they dissolve in a night. The night itself slowly lets in greyish tones - the first sign of the morning to come. The rebel starts the speeder, contacting the headquarters. His report is short, the answer is brief as well. Everyone is alive, free and intact. The best operation they had in months.
"I can handle the cargo myself," he says then. "And drop you somewhere close to our headquarters. You did enough already. And if you are in danger and can put in danger us, you better take your kid and get out of here. The sooner the better."[nick]Mist Osh[/nick][status]friend from work[/status][icon][/icon]



    A landfill sounds fitting, so Kay nods and gets on the speeder. The rebels words draw a huff from him, I am an Intelligence officer of the Rebellion, do you think I am ever not in danger? He looks at the warehouse briefly, then continues, Theres going to be an extraction squad in the spaceport in a couple of hours. Beware of them. And thank you. Couldnt have done it without you. Kay says it simply, his calm voice not betraying any emotion. Headquarters it is, then.
    On the way, Kay muses about the Empire and his mission, and how it wouldve turned out if he did get captured. He doesnt care for his life, and he isnt exactly fond of the Empire, not like he used to be as a wide-eyed kid from a slave planet. There is nothing wide-eyed about him anymore. But they struck a deal, and he has to keep his word. They let him kill Troy in revenge for his home planet if he infiltrates the Rebellion for them using it as his cover story. Kays best guesssomebody wasnt very happy with his big brother. A win-win. If he did get captured though, it mightve complicated things too much.
    How long would he be in captivity before his boss would get him out? Stage an escape for him, possibly. Hes an asset for when the big game begins, when the Empire gets ready to extinguish any thought of a rebellion from the galaxy. Then he can walk away. Its been three years, and, admittedly, the Rebellion treats him a bit better than the Empire, but ultimately there isnt much difference.
    The kid, though. The kid is an entirely different thing.
    He was never in the plan. Kay was very careful about not getting close to anyone. And it worked, all of them rebels not very keen on talking to the deserter. Cassian, on the other hand. It mightve been his own fault, and Kay finds himself amused by the thought. Maybe hes getting old. Sentimental. This motivational game he thought up. He has to play his role, right? So he was playing it the best he could. Making sure the generals pet is safe and entertained and learning something usefuland not dying. Making sure there is no reason for the general to get suspicious about his loyalty.
    Its not like he has another big brother, ranking as a general, stashed somewhere in the Imperial closet. If his cover blows, that is that. Gone.
    Kay gets off the speeder, nodding at the rebel, and hurries to the local cells headquarters. He checks that no one is following him before entering the building, and shakes off all of his thoughts.
    Wheres the kid? is the first question Kay asks.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]



[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<b>Cassian Andor</b>, <br>your trouble[/LZ]He works together with the twi'lek until there is nothing to change or delete or edit. Then he waits for the rescue operation to start, to end, to succeed. Waiting is hard, but Cassian has to agree with rebels. He can draw an unnecessary attention, and he is not one of the local cell. He doesn't know how they work, how they communicate, they don't know him either. Thanks to Kay they have a stable contact with the home base, but they still don't trust him or Cassian fully. At least that's what Cassian think is truth. He doesn't argue with that.
So, he stays. He waits. He constantly reminds to ask about Kay every time they receive or send a message.
It's very late - or is it early already? - he's tired, but knows he won't sleep. Just won't be able to, not until Kay is back.
Worrying about him is not hard, it's natural. And with that Cassian cleans everything he has put aside earlier. Kay might have killed the Fest cell, he might have been an Imperial, a slave, whatever, whoever else. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that he is fair, smart, and that Cassian worries about him very much. He doesn't worry about him as his officer, as an older and much more skillful agent who can show him a trick or two, or as anyone else, but Kay as he is, with all his past and present, patched together in a peculiar and contradicting way. It's not about learning anymore or becoming an agent. It's about Kay himself.
So he waits, sitting at the table, checking again information on the datapad.
And waits.
And waits.
Then he wakes up and raises his head from the table, hearing a familiar voice.
"I'm here!"
he stands up and rushes to Kay and hugs him for a second, not minding rebels around them or the fact that he is practically adult.
"I'm fine, nothing to worry about. What about you? Did he hurt you?"



    ThisKay says, startled by a sudden hug he did not see comingis new.
    He is calm as always, but this time the tension almost visibly seeps out of him. Its been a long, long night, and for the first time, Kay feels tired. He is still very much alert and aware of his surroundings, and the locals, who are looking at them, some smiling, others shaking their heads or scoffing, even though Cassian quickly stops hugging him. For a second Kay just looks at him, his eyes trained to notice any sign of pain or alarm, but looks like Cassian is telling the truth.
    He sure tried, kiddo, he takes the commlink out of his pocket and gives it back to Cassian. I didnt believe a single word.
    Kay doesnt smile but his voice sounds a bit softer than usual, and then he puts his hand on top of Cassians head and ruffles his hair in a brotherly gesture. This is a problem, he thinks. He has to deal with the problem, get Cassian reassigned or something. He cant care. However, all of this is going to wait until the base. Kay looks around and finds someone who looks competent enough to ask for a datapad and gets busy. In half an hour his commlink stops transmitting his position to the cells headquarters. Then he makes sure to write to the base, detailing when they are coming back. To the local rebels, he promises to get clear of the planet once him and Cassian both get enough sleep but then decides against it.
    Well go now. Our job is done. Welcome to the bigger Rebellion, he says to one of the rebels who seems to be in charge around here. Dont bother escorting us to the spaceport, I guess you better lay low for now. Cassian, lets go. You can catch up on sleep while we are in the hyperspace.
    Despite being clearly pleased with Cassian still being well and alive, this is the first time after entering the headquarters that Kay addresses him or even pays attention to his existence. His calmness poorly covers his tiredness, Kay obviously pushes himself to his limits, eager to finish the mission before something else comes up. He doesnt like the idea of running into an Imperial squad at the spaceport. He doesnt like the idea of running into anyone at the spaceport, but their ship is still parked there, and they do have to go. Better sooner than later.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<br><center><a href="">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><br><br><img src=""><br><b>Kay Tooesso</b>, <br>Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]



[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon][/icon][LZ]<b>Cassian Andor</b>, <br>your trouble[/LZ]Kay answers about words. It's strange, it's not what Cassian asked about. Kay tired and it shows. Or maybe he just cares more about very different kind of being hurt. Cassian doesn't ask about it. It's a wrong time, a wrong place. They have to make sure the mission is a success and to leave. And they do. Well, Kay does, there's nothing more to do for Cassian but wait and stay quiet.
The wait isn't long. Kay calls him, but he calls him with a wrong, his real name. He must be really tired. Or, probably, now it doesn't matter for the mission. It still does matter for Cassian. It - and the way the twi'lek looks at him.  He trusted Cassian with his cell, and Cassian didn't trust him with his name. Even with his name.
It doesn't matter, Cassian tells himself. What matters is that they are alive, and they are returning home, and the job is done.
The spaceport is busy, guards are searching for someone and the air is smoky, but no one tries to stop them. The spaceship is on it's place, and the boarding is fast, easy.
Cassian sinks into a copilot's seat. He's feeling tired, as if he hasn't sleep in a month. He can only imagine what it's like for Kay.
"Yous should sleep," he says, "after the take-off."
He stays silent for a moment.
"They knew. Somehow they knew who you are. Who you were, I mean. The best I could do was to run. But... I don't know. If I made a wrong choice... I didn't want them to get you. I'm sorry it happened to you."

Cassian Andor ( 12:55:19)


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