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Поделиться125-03-2018 22:52:53

Автор: K-2SO
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Cassian Andor, Kay Tooesso

Время: 11 BBY
Место: in a galaxy far, far away
Описание: Cassian is old enough to start helping out on missions, but apparently he isn’t old enough to do it on his own.

the timeline

• 10.V — Cassian is assigned to be Kay’s 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 it’s implemented into.” They suspect she’s 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 didn’t 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 twi’lek 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 killed—right after she collected their work. Kay is forced to show the twi’lek 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 he’s 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. Mist Osh (the landlord) paralyzes and kidnaps Kay. Cassian escapes.
• 32.V — Together with local rebels Cassian frees Kay, they kill Elek and Mist. After welcoming local rebels to the bigger Rebellion, Cassian and Kay go back to the rebel base. In the evening Kay asks Draven to reassign him, but Draven refuses.
• 33.V — Kay low-key tortures Cassian to teach him a lesson. Under torture Cassian tells Kay that the name of the girl he likes is Thea. Kay suggests Cassian should go to therapy and work through his issues caused by being an orphan on Fest and then an orphan on the rebel base.
• 34–35.V + Fruitfulness Day + 1–6.VI — Kay is training Cassian at the rebel base.
• 7.VI — Kay and Cassian get a new mission. They are tasked with getting intel from one of the rebel informants at Coruscant.
• 10.VI — Kay and Cassian arrive to Coruscant.

[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ]<a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a><div class="lz-hr"></div>Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer[/LZ]

Отредактировано K-2SO (16-09-2021 10:10:25)

Поделиться27101-07-2019 21:52:38

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⠀⠀It strikes Kay how Cassian doesn’t even try to fight, how he just accepts his fate. Kay almost hoped he would struggle, bolt, try to do something—anything, really—because then it would be easier. Kay always hated killing those who don’t put up a fight. He never killed children before. Teenagers. Cassian cries and pleads, and Kay can clearly see how the kid would be frightened and just tired.
⠀⠀He did a lot of nasty things. He lied, he betrayed, he blew up ships, facilities, squares, government buildings, he killed, and killed, and killed—his targets, his own brother, for crying out loud. Yet somehow only this one thing he has to do feels shameful if not plain wrong. Kay pushes himself to do it anyway. Maybe his Imperial masters know something about him he doesn’t. Maybe they are right. This kid is making him weak, soft of heart. A dull tool that was supposed to be sharp and strike where the Empire needs it.
⠀⠀“I will try to make it quick.” An emotion suddenly seeps into his voice, raw and unchecked. Sorrow.
⠀⠀Kay moves his hand, vibroknife in it, to quickly hit Cassian and let him go—there is no point in dragging this any further—and then he doesn’t.
⠀⠀It’s a subtle movement, but even caught up in his emotion Kay sees it, and his entire body reacts on instinct. An instinct stronger than any order.
⠀⠀Moving his vibroknife away, Kay pulls Cassian in, shielding the kid’s back with his arm so the attacker’s vibroknife plunges into his forearm. It is painful, the vibroknife went in almost all the way to the hilt and perhaps even prickled Cassian’s back a bit. Kay doesn’t care about the pain. He punches the attacker in the nose with all his strength and then turns sharply to put his own vibroknife into the other attacker’s throat—one swift and deadly motion—and immediately pulls it out.
⠀⠀He keeps Cassian close, not letting him fall or be hurt, or finally bolt, holding him upright with one strong arm, as if the gang member’s vibroknife did, indeed, pin it to the kid’s back. There are still two more to go.
⠀⠀“Hold on, kiddo,” Kay manages, spotting where the next attack will be coming from.
⠀⠀There is a kriffing vibroknife stuck in his kriffing arm, and Kay cannot believe what the hell he is doing, but at least it doesn’t feel wrong.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Отредактировано K-2SO (01-07-2019 21:52:58)

Поделиться27201-07-2019 22:19:04

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]There is an emotion in his voice, despite the fact that Kay doesn't have to pretend anymore. Yet Cassian is grateful. Quick is good. Quick as his life was. The pain would go sooner that way and he can have some rest.
Cassian sees a vibroknife - the vibroknife that would kill him but would stay a vibroknife to everyone, because no one would know or even care. He closes his eyes to be less scared - and then something changes.
Something sharp is poking his back, but the vibroknife doesn't strike him. Instead it's Kay - it's his fist striking someone, and his blade into a different throat. There is a storm of knives and fists, and Kay is pulling him closer to cover him from that storm.
It might be his way out, he can try to run away and hide. But Kay holds him and his grip is still strong - and necessary for Cassian to stay on his feet.
He can clearly see a knife in Kay's arm and thinks he might be delirious from blood loss. Still a knife is a good idea. Cassian is trying to reach a holster on his wounded arm and to take his vibroknife.
"I'll help," he says abruptly. "Let me"—he sighs heavily—"go. I'll help."

Отредактировано Cassian Andor (02-07-2019 09:45:18)

Поделиться27301-07-2019 22:57:02

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⠀⠀“You’ll fall.”
⠀⠀The pain distracts him, and, generally speaking, having a vibroknife sticking out of one’s arm has never helped anyone for sure. Yet it would be moronic to try and pull it out thus letting the blood flow out freely. Every time his left arm’s muscles tense up it feels as if the vibroknife shoves through them again, and again, and again. But it is better than the blood loss in the middle of a fight. Kay turns away from the third attacker, making Cassian turn and sidestep as well, yet again shielding the kid with his own body. The slash is minor but still distinctly painful.
⠀⠀They are lucky the gang’s weapon of choice is vibroknives and not blasters. That would’ve been a very short fight.
⠀⠀Kay can feel the blood welling up and spilling down his back under his shoulder blade, where the third attacker got him. The street clears out quickly, giving them more space to fight, yet there are still no police droids in sight. No one reports such things down here. Kay tries to get the third one with his vibroknife but the guy is smart and keeps his distance. The second one is thankfully knocked out from the blow. There is still the fourth one. Kay needs his freedom of movement if he wants to take them all out and not die in the process. Cassian is bleeding but he says he’s willing to help.
⠀⠀The kid might be lying, and Kay would be a fool if he trusts him.
⠀⠀He does.
⠀⠀“There are still two of them standing,” Kay says under his breath and slowly lets go of Cassian, making sure the kid isn’t going to topple down immediately. The third attacker still stays away, slowly circling them with a bloody vibroknife in his hand. Kay keeps a close eye on him. “I will shield you to the best of my ability. Just don’t do anything stupid.”
⠀⠀Dying would be mighty stupid, but Kay doesn’t add that.
⠀⠀A part of him is sure Cassian will bolt from him, as any sane person who almost got killed by their mentor and—perhaps—friend would do. The other part reminds him that Cassian Andor tends to fare outside of statistics and analysis and anything sane and logical and Kay-esque.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться27401-07-2019 23:37:12

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]He really should run away. He might be able to find Seetha and she might be able to help if she knows what's going on, and they will let the base know, and everyone will be safe. The plan unravels on its own, Cassian just watches it, staying distant, trying to find his balance. He won't fall down, not now.
Not when they are in a fight and he can help. He really should help himself at first - to stay alive, to be safe. But the man is circling them, and dealing with him is a good way of starting to be safe.
Kay... Cassian doesn't know what to think of him right now. When they win - if they win - would he kill Cassian? He has his orders, he said it. He said it, and there's no way back.
he really should run away.
He doesn't. The man moves and Cassian's hold on the vibroknife is stronger. He can use one arm only, but he have already killed one of them. Do they know? Will they mourn?
The man attacks, but Cassian is fast enough, and man returns to his circling with a gash on his shoulder. Cassian can't attack, he knows it. He lacks strength, focus, age, knowledge. He lacks blood too. But he can deflect and fight back winning more space and time for Kay to finish it.

Поделиться27501-07-2019 23:58:24

Автор: K-2SO
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⠀⠀The worst thing about lying is that if you do it once, you are forsaken forever. Yet you can spend the rest of your life telling only the truth, and no one will listen. Kay has thought a lot about it in his first year in the Rebellion. Funny thing—the same principle applies to being an Imperial officer. You can spend three years serving the Rebellion cause faithfully yet you will never become one of them. The white knights of all things true and righteous apparently don’t take on board people like him, just like he always knew they never would, just like his old Imperial masters told him when he came to them they never would.
⠀⠀There was never a point in being honest in the first place.
⠀⠀Cassian stays. Kay watches him out of the corner of his eye, and when the kid leaves a gash on the attacker’s shoulder can’t help but feel a bit proud. His own arm is lit with fire, and it wears him down. Perhaps, too quickly. His mind isn’t clear enough, he isn’t concentrated enough, distracted with thoughts of the stupid choices in life he made and keeps making. Like not killing Cassian. Letting him go now.
⠀⠀Kay doesn’t notice the fourth attacker soon enough when he sneaks up on him from behind. The third one also moves in, clearly interested in overpowering Kay together with his friend first and taking care of Cassian later, when he’s alone. Kay roars from sharp pain of being cut and turns around. Now that he doesn’t have to take care of Cassian—this would be the moment to run, Kay knows, his kid is smart and will run; stars know, he would—it’s easier to move. To land blows. To slash, to poke, to kick. His left arm feels like it just might fall off.
⠀⠀Kay puts a vibroknife through the eye socket of one of the attackers and can’t get it out right away.
⠀⠀He can’t turn in time.
⠀⠀He hopes Cassian ran off. The kid doesn’t have to die here, now. With him.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться27602-07-2019 00:42:34

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]At some point everyone loose any interest in him. Both men switch to Kay, and Kay is busy with them and with a vibroknife in his right hand - and with another vibroknife - that one is in his left arm.
And he should go now. Cassian even steps back - no one pays attention. The lifts are not very far, he'll manage to get there. He'll find a way to get back home in one peace. He'll be fine. It won't be easy, but he'll be fine.
Cassian stays. He feels a lot older right now, and because of that he knows for sure he is making a mistake - another one, although he reached his limit two mistakes ago. Because of that he knows he probably won't have another chance. But he can see them - Kay and two men, hungry for blood, eager to avenge their friends - and he knows there is no way Kay will win.
Cassian grips his vibroknife stronger.
He doesn't think much of fairness of the fight. It wasn't fair from the very beginning, so there's no point to be nice. He doesn't care if the man sees him or is he is attacking from a behind. Cassian knows he has almost no time. He gets the man before he could strike Kay, stabs him between his collarbone and shoulderblade, plunge it deeply, to the handle of the knife. The Man falls down, the blade of the knife goes out covered with blood, and Cassian still holds it up, looking at Kay.
Waiting.

Отредактировано Cassian Andor (02-07-2019 09:48:35)

Поделиться27702-07-2019 21:49:01

Автор: K-2SO
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⠀⠀The blow never comes. There is a cry of pain and the distinct sound of a vibroknife entering someone’s flesh, and it is not his own. Kay pulls on his own knife one more time before letting it go. His dead opponent flops to the ground like a sack of rubbish. It’s impossible to wrench the weapon out of him now. Kay turns around, quickly looks at the other one, also dying on the ground, and then at Cassian.
⠀⠀The kid is armed.
⠀⠀For a second Kay considers pulling the vibroknife from his arm and using it as his weapon. He is fairly certain he could overpower the kid even now. Yet he straightens up, listening to his own heartbeat still frantic from the fight, and just looks at him. Cassian looks young, so obviously still a teenager, and badly hurt. Kay considers his own wounds—the kriffing arm, stars—and decides he can manage. The level of pain is tolerable.
⠀⠀He shows Cassian his empty hands, “You can attack me if you want to. The chances that I will still overpower you are high, though. Your other option would be to let me take care of that wound of yours before you bleed out and die. Your head should be swaying by now, it’s a miracle you are still standing,” Kay doesn’t hide the pain in his voice—the actual physical pain. He is bleeding, too. “And I am impressed you chose to stay. Not a very smart choice. But thank you anyway. Without you I would be dead.”
⠀⠀The street around them resumes as usual, people walking around them and the corpses, chatting, not batting an eye at the puddles of blood. For a person who hates Coruscant, Kay likes it quite a lot in moments like this. He still keeps his voice low, impossible to hear for someone, say, standing next to a wall a few meters from here. The level of Imperial intelligence officers took a plunge in the last three years Kay wasn’t there.
⠀⠀He looks Cassian in the eyes and says very carefully, “There is a person watching us. To your right, about fifteen meters away behind my back, next to a cantina entrance. If you run from me now, they will kill you and me both. If you stay with me, they will think I am still on the job and won’t interfere. You need to”—actually, he underestimated the pain in his arm, it’s getting quite unbearable, and his voice sounds strained, his breathing sharp—“need to take care of your wound before they come for you. Keep your vibroknife and don’t trust me, and be ready to stick it in my throat if it helps, but please, make the smart choice. You had your chance to run, kiddo. You blew it away. Now I owe you my life.”
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться27802-07-2019 22:19:11

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]He expects Kay to fight him. To finish it, as he was going to. Cassian knows he will loose - he would loose in a fight with Kay anyway, it doesn't matter if he is wounded or tired - and he will die, but he decides he would like to die like that, at least trying to do something, fighting despite him knowing how it will end for him.
Kay doesn't fight. He talks, and he hurts too, Cassian can clearly hear it in his voice and remembers that strained tone. He isn't sure what Kay suggests but is careful enough not to look to the right. It's like giant banner inside his head - 'DON'T LOOK' - and he obeys. Maybe Kay will kill him later. Patch him up and then kill. Or he should find a way to let the general - or basically anyone - know.
It's a good thing he didn't run away. If there is another imp, he would kill him. So the chance Kay is talking about is ephemeral, but he just said Cassian shouldn't trust him, so it's fine. It's not the first time he is saying that. Was is a game for him, a nicely placed foreshadowing to enjoy when he's done?
"I'm not sure it's a good thing," Cassian admits, "to have you in my debt."
He wipes his forearm and shivers. It's really cold here. His sudden near-death strength wears off leaving him alone with Kay.
"I won't trust you, but I won't fight you. I'm..."
Suddenly Cassian discovers he is very weak.
"I don't trust you, but may I lean on you? Please?"

Отредактировано Cassian Andor (02-07-2019 22:47:07)

Поделиться27902-07-2019 22:51:47

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⠀⠀Fair enough. What Cassian says—fair enough. Kay would explain to him how it is exactly the type of thing the kid should be ecstatic about because he is the type of person who pays his debts. This is what varadanians do. Especially varadanian slaves. Kay isn’t one of them anymore, not legally anyway, yet it doesn’t mean his heritage means nothing to him. Kay says nothing.
⠀⠀Just as he says nothing about him having changed his mind and not having the slightest idea of what to do with it now. And Kay has always, always had an idea of what to do in any situation. Just not this one.
⠀⠀He is afraid.
⠀⠀He hasn’t felt afraid since Varadan. Kay pushes the feeling to the back of his mind. It’s not important now. He has to get Cassian to safety and out of sight of the watchful eyes of the Empire, and they both have to take care of their wounds. Kay thinks back to datapads they have left in the hotel, and then thinks about the backdoor, and then considers how long it would take to get there. The situation is laid out in front of him as easy to read as a detailed map.
⠀⠀Kay squats in front of Cassian. Firstly, to look less intimidating. Secondly, so he can do what he is about to do. Kay puts one of Cassian’s arms on his shoulder so the kid can lean on him just like he asked. Kay warns him, “I am going to tear your sleeve off,” and does just that. The sleeve is bloody, and the wound underneath is messy yet the kid managed to use his vibroknife holster as a tourniquet. Good. This explains how he is still standing.
⠀⠀Kay tears the sleeve up into long strings of fabric. It tears easily which is a blessing, because every time he moves his left arm, the one pierced through by the knife, the pain almost blinds him. One of the strips Kay uses to bandage Cassian’s arm. Once that is done, Kay stops for a second, slowly breathing in, then out, then in again—and out, pulling the vibroknife out of his own arm. He does his best not to cry out but it is impossible, the pain is overwhelming. It pulsates through his arm—the blood leaving the wound freely now. Kay knows he needs to bandage his own arm as well but finds it impossible to move for a few seconds.
⠀⠀“Hold this,” he says, giving the bloody vibroknife to Cassian when he finally manages to pull himself together, and gets busy with bandaging his wound. Silent tears run down his face, and the only thing—apart from an obvious pool of blood—that gives away that Kay is in pain is his strained breathing.
⠀⠀Sometimes Kay wonders if he has to thank his masters on Varadan for training him to withstand tremendous pain in such a strikingly silent and stoic way.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться28002-07-2019 23:41:56

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]

Cassian flinches when Kay moves, but he doesn't run and doesn't step back. Kay squats in front of him, and he is big, intimidating even that way. He radiates with danger and Cassian can't remember why didn't he feel it before. Why did he decide to ignore that feeling in his guts? Still he leans and breathes, free of the burden of holding himself upright. He whimpers when Kay touches his hand. He rips a sleeve but it seems and feels as if he has ripped an arm itself. It's mostly numb here, Kay touching it makes it hurt again. Cassian squints his eyes and grips a fabric of Kay's robe. It's manageable he convinces himself. It's fine. Everything is fine.
He breathes trough his nose to control pain and in some time hears Kay doing the same. Cassian opens his eyes and watches Kay mending his arm.
"Don't..."
But a knife is pulled of the arm, and there's blood. He almost can feel Kay's pain adding to his own. But unlike him Kay is silent all the time. His voice sounds a bit differently, but holding a knife Kay has given him Cassian is hit with the way Kay handles his wound. He has no one to lean on, and for a moment - a very short one - Cassian feels sorry.
He doesn't say it, just looks at Kay. Once again everything he has thought about him is wrong. But he still doesn't hate him, he doesn't even try this time.
"We have to go now."

Отредактировано Cassian Andor (03-07-2019 15:11:25)

Поделиться28103-07-2019 00:18:25

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⠀⠀“Yes, we do,” Kay says, his voice even more strained, a bit choked even. It’s the tears pushing on his throat. He turns his back to Cassian and motions with the healthy arm, ”Climb on, I’ll carry you. We need to go as fast as we can, and you’ve been wounded longer and are on the verge of fainting. Hold on to the knives in case we need them again.”
⠀⠀His explanation is very short, yet it should suffice. Kay can imagine Cassian arguing with him any other moment but not right now. Plus he has another argument to add.
⠀⠀“If you cut a person’s throat even with a regular knife, they will be dead in a few minutes. You’ll be in control all the way to the hotel.” Kay doesn’t add he fought people jumping his back before and obviously survived, because that would be a piece of information that could potentially completely ruin his argument. The kid doesn’t trust him, so the next best thing he can do is to convince Cassian that he is in control of the situation. A person who thinks they are in control are more relaxed, and the kid could do with being relaxed now.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться28203-07-2019 01:01:13

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]Not walking seems amasing, and Cassian doesn't argue. He knows he is almost adult, he knows Kay is wounded too, he knows he can walk if he really needs too, but he sighs with a relief and that sigh along with the relief is louder than any rejections he has.
Before climbing he puts his uninjured right hand on Kay's shoulder. Cassian doesn't know what to say. To say everything is going to be fine? He doubts it's truth. To thank for not killing him? He doesn't know what Kay is up to. So he just leavs his hand like that for a second to let know he is here, and then he climbs Kay's back holding a knife they might - Cassian doubts that as well - still need.
He wonders what another imp spying on them is thinking about it. It's really hard to tell when apparently they don't know it too. Kay used to plan everything, but now Cassian fails to find any sane explanation. Why did he say he is going to kill him? Why didn't he?
Is it a test? Cassian hopes very much it was, A way to see if he is good, can he protect himself, can he kill. A way to teach him to not trust anyone. Cassian doesn't hold a vibroknife too close to Kay's throat, but he knows he'll do it in time if he has to.
He killed two men today. He can kill the third one as easily. When he rests just a bit. When the world stops spinning and swaying.
Cassian falls out and back into consciousness. He misses theexact moment when they are living the lower levels.

Отредактировано Cassian Andor (03-07-2019 08:01:45)

Поделиться28306-07-2019 23:09:26

Автор: K-2SO
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⠀⠀The backdoor to the hotel turns out to be open, and Kay is able to sneak in without anyone noticing. The Imperial agent from the lower levels didn’t follow them, as far as Kay was able to tell, but he wouldn’t rely on his own assessment of reality right now because he is almost blinded by pain by the moment they get to their room. It gets better once Kay lowers Cassian oh his bed. The quick bandage he made out of the kid’s sleeve is soaked in blood, and Kay feels cold and sweaty and feeble, which is never a good sign. If anyone wanted to kill them both, right now would be the perfect moment to strike.
⠀⠀Just in case that might be the Empire’s plan, Kay takes precautions. He closes the curtains. He finds their blasters and places them in strategic spots. He also makes sure to put vibroknives where they might come in handy in the heat of the battle. He quickly checks the room to find any hidden spy devices but at some point has to admit he’s not in any shape to be that attentive, and Cassian seems to have passed out. He has to get help, now.
⠀⠀Kay picks up the datapad and quickly finds a medical store on the Holonet to order a bit of everything he deems helpful in their circumstances. He specifies they’d like the delivery straight to their floor by the droid, preferably on the outside of the building. It costs them, but that’s okay, there are times when it is fine to spend a couple of hundreds credits to save someone’s life. It would be nice to have a doctor too, but Kay can’t possibly imagine himself carrying Cassian over to someone right now. He hopes his skills in first aid will suffice for now. If the kid didn’t die yet.
⠀⠀It’s such a mess, such a mess.
⠀⠀Kay has never had such a mess on his hands. Never the one caused by him. He should’ve let them kill the kid. That was the plan. Kay moves back to Cassian and stands over him, just looking at the kid—pale from the blood loss and tiredness of the fight. Kay isn’t feeling good himself but he’s used to being injured and still having to function, the kid is new to this. If he just left him like this, Cassian would die or be severely crippled. Maybe not forever, but for a while. He is smart enough to come back to consciousness and find a way to contact Seetha. She’d help him. Kay doesn’t have to stay.
⠀⠀On the other hand, it would be so easy to complete his task now and be rid of this mess. The Empire wouldn’t harm him if he does what they say. He’d be safe.
⠀⠀Kay carefully touches Cassian’s neck—it wouldn’t take much from him to break the kid’s neck. Just a couple of movements and the deed would be done. It doesn’t look like Cassian would struggle now. Even if he’s just pretending to not be awake, Kay imagines he’s too weak for another round of struggle, and he doesn’t have the knives anymore so—so—Kay exhales. He counts Cassian’s pulse and takes the hand away.
⠀⠀“Didn’t mean to scare or harm you, just had to make sure you’re still alive.” He doesn’t know if Cassian is awake to hear him, but even if he’s not, Kay still feels like it’s something he has to say out loud to feel the words on his tongue.
⠀⠀Looks like he decided that the kid has to stay alive. It’s the decision that puts them both in great danger. He’s a stupid, stupid man.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Отредактировано K-2SO (06-07-2019 23:10:40)

Поделиться28407-07-2019 22:46:58

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]Cassian wakes up from Kay's touch. The pain that lingered, stayed with him throughout his restless dream, welcomes his back, but his head is clearer and it's not so scary light anymore. The world mostly stays in its place too.
"I'm alive. To live there, but to die here would be pretty stupid of me."
He wants to say he is not stupid, but doesn't. He is - was - stupid enough to let this happen. He is alive because for some reason Kay decided he has to live. Maybe it was because of the rest of the gang. Without him Kay would be dead, so he spared him to have someone to be on his side in a fight. Although it was Kay who did the most of the fighting.
Cassian opens his eyes. They are alone, there are no other people - no other Imperials. Not yet, will they come later? Will they come at all? A part of him just wants to forget and not to know again. It was so simple, so easy. Now there's too much to think about, and thinking is hard.
What happens next? They can't return to a base. Kay has to kill him, and it couldn't be his only order. Cassian has to tell someone about Kay, and Kay, hopefully, has to run away. It's this or he will be killed. Cassian is almost sure he won't be interrogated because he saw Kay fighting with a knife in his hand and bleeding - all in silence. He doubts they have anything to make him talk.
"Thank you for not killing me," he says to stop thinking for a little bit.
He moves his bad hand and it works this time. Cassian gives a weak smile - he'll live - and looks at Kay. His smile fades.
"Why didn't you kill me?"

Поделиться28508-07-2019 00:01:45

Автор: K-2SO
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⠀⠀Cassian seems to be well enough to be making stupid jokes, so Kay estimates he’ll live long enough to see the medicine arrive. It’s unlikely he sustained any permanent damage. For now. Kay, on the other hand, isn’t as positive about himself. Getting one’s hand pierced right through is a big deal, and he’d need an entire tank of bacta to make sure it doesn’t affect his fighting skills in the future. He’s lucky the knife went in the way it did—not perpendicular to the muscle. Maybe applying the bacta to the wound will be enough to make it heal properly.
⠀⠀The kid is thanking him for not being dead. He even manages a smile, a weak one, but smile nonetheless.
⠀⠀Kay blinks, his calm if a bit frantic—blood loss affects him too—look giving way to a confused one. He doesn’t get it. Cassian stays in place. He doesn’t display any signs of acute distress, as any sane victim of an assault would do being right next to their assaulter. Perhaps, it’s the blood loss that he sustained. The kid must be delirious. This thought comforts Kay up until the moment Cassian asks his question.
⠀⠀Kay straightens up, looking at the kid from the height of being two meters tall. Cassian looks weak, almost fragile. It would have never stopped Kay. He looks fifteen—that would’ve never stopped Kay either. He is his comrade, his partner, his student—that definitely would’ve not stopped Kay. It’s a good question. Why didn’t he kill Cassian? Why did he sacrifice his arm for the kid? There must be a reason.
⠀⠀“I don’t know?” Kay finally manages, as if questioning himself rather than answering Cassian. “This has never happened before.” Kay blinks, still obviously confused, and drops his eyes to his bandaged wound. The fabric is soaked in blood. “Not that I am tasked with killing children or teenagers all that often. If ever.” Dried up blood went all the way down to his bracelet and soaked it a bit too. Kay moves his gaze back to Cassian’s face. Resigned, he confesses, “Just couldn’t make myself do it.”
⠀⠀The look of genuine confusion on his face must be speaking volumes right now. For once, he has no desire to cover it up.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Отредактировано K-2SO (08-07-2019 00:02:34)

Поделиться28608-07-2019 01:47:34

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]There's no plan behind all of that. There's no reason for him to be alive, no logical explanation. That means Kay might try to do it again. And that along with Kay looking the most human like Cassian has ever seen him makes him anxious and dizzy. Up to this point almost everything around him was controlled. Rebel base was controlled by it's schedule, long hours of work or learning interrupted with carefully measured time of leisure. Even them running from the Empire were planned, everyone knew one's role and place, and Cassian has learnt his one after the very first of his evacuations.
And there were Kay's plans behind their missions. What happens now isn't planned or predictable in any way. Him dying on a lower level - that was predictable. Kay killing him - that was planned. Now it's just a conglomeration of events and wounds, and nothing is clear, and everything is ominous. Is that how adult agents feel all the time? Does that mean he is an adult agent now?
Cassian sits, helping himself with his right, good, hand. He has to decide, and it's easy, but at the same time it's not. Kay betrayed the Rebellion - although Cassian is not sure it can be called a betrayal if Kay was an Imp all along. But then again Kay didn't betray him personally. He disobeyed his order to do so. The Rebellion is way more important than he is, of course. But the Empire should be more important for Kay as well, and yet, here they are.
"You should run. And see a doctor. But then you should run."
He looks at Kay's blood covering his wound. It must be painful, but somehow he managed to get both of them to the hotel, alive. Cassian looks up at Kay, still alarmingly tall, still plainly strong, still dangerous. Still standing. What is the Empire if even Kay couldn't break free from it?
Did he even try? Cassian doesn't like the thought, but can't help but remember everything Kay told pretending to be pretending that he is loyal to Empire. Was everything he said true then? Was what he told about Fest true too?
He shakes his head to drop this thoughts as there's no use in them now. It works, he's dizzy and it's hard to think and to try not to fall down at once.
"How many time do you need to disappear so we can't find you? I don't want you dead, Kay. Do you have some safe place you can hide, maybe?"

Поделиться28708-07-2019 09:23:50

Автор: K-2SO
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⠀⠀Cassian sits up, and Kay doesn’t approve that movement—but then again, he himself is standing instead of lying down as he should. Maybe it’s not the time for approvals. Cassian suggests he runs. Kay stays still, just looks at the kid. Is Cassian—is Cassian concerned for him? Is he, like, thinking up a plan to help him hide from the Rebellion? The kid must be delirious. Kay blinks once, twice, just to be sure he’s not seeing things, but the look on Cassian’s face doesn’t go anywhere. The kid is cooking up a plan to help him. Something about it hits Kay very hard in the chest.
⠀⠀He shakes his head.
⠀⠀“I am not running or hiding, kiddo, and you should lie back down,” Kay says softly and looks up and away from Cassian at the window, alert by some movement. It’s just the delivery droid hovering outside the building. “Our medicine is here.”
⠀⠀It takes him a few minutes to maneuver the package inside the room and let the droid go. Thankfully, the little thing isn’t curious enough to ask any questions or even take a look around, so they don’t have to worry anyone would know anything if they catch it and interrogate it. Kay unpacks the order and finds himself thinking back to the base, to the assignment, to the general. Inside the box, there are a bunch of bottles of bactaid and a few packages of bacta which should be enough for both of them until they get a proper doctor to take a look at their wounds. Kay puts the box on the Cassian’s nightstand and gives the kid one of the bottles.
⠀⠀“It’s bactaid. It’ll taste like crap but make you feel better in a few minutes.” Kay drinks one himself too, sitting down next to a wall, exhausted both mentally and physically. He knows he doesn’t get to rest, not yet. “I’m not running,” he repeats again. “Firstly, if I run, you are dead. No one will be able to help you, not Seetha, not Draven, no one. You’ll die on this planet or just shy of reaching the base, but you’ll die.” Kay stops and frowns, silent for a few seconds needed to process his emotions and drink the rest of the bactaid. He’s making a purely logical decision, isn’t he? What would be the point in saving the kid’s life from the Empire if him running will forfeit that life to the Empire? Purely logical. “I am not letting anyone harm you—not myself, not them, not anyone. I made my choice, and I am sticking to it. I can’t stick to it if you’re on the other side of the galaxy. You’re a smart kid, but you can’t outsmart the entire Imperial Intelligence branch in the field. That’s why you need me. I can’t outsmart all of them either, but I can get closer to outsmarting them than anyone in the Rebellion. I did it once. I can do it again.” Kay puts the empty bactaid bottle to the side and sighs, looking at Cassian. “Secondly, I think I know what this mission is about. A part of it, at least. I think your favorite general knows already, Cassian.”
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться28808-07-2019 11:54:39

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]"I don't understand."
Cassian shakes his head once again and drinks when he sees Kas is drinking. He never took bactaid before. He used to think you are supposed to put bacta on your body, not in it. He tries it, and yeah, it tastes just like something that you shouldn't really drink. Cassian drinks. He needs to get better and it's not like they have any other options.
Bactaid works pretty fast. It doesn't make the pain disappear, but it changes it, so it's easier to not pay attention to it. He feels somewhat stronger too.
"My general knows - what? Is he an imp too? But he is not. He just can't be." Cassian frowns. Why is he suddenly so important the entire Imperial Intelligence branch cares about him? He doesn't ask this question; it's really obvious - it's not about him. It's about Kay and Cassian knowing his true loyalty is endangering whatever mission he might have.
Although he doesn't know his true loyalty and he doubts anyone else knows it, Kay including.
"You outsmarted them - how? You were working on them all this time, despite... despite..."
He has to say something about trust next, but no one really trusted Kay save for the general, perhaps, and Cassian. So he just sighs.
"I won't do anything that endangers a base or the Rebellion," he says. "But what is the plan and what do we do next?"

Поделиться28908-07-2019 13:49:12

Автор: K-2SO
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⠀⠀Cassian is confused, and Kay must admit, he is confused too but on the entirely different level. He has been working for the Empire for the past three years, but at the same time, he wasn’t because he was pretending to be a rebel, and he was damn good at it and made sure no one had even the slightest reason to doubt him. Cassian doesn’t lie back down because of course he doesn’t, so Kay just motions toward the box, “The next thing you do is you take one of the bacta packs and make sure you clean and then soak your wounds in it. There are probably some that I’ll have to sew up, so identify those for me.” Kay poses for a second and then clarifies, “Anything that’s deeper than a slight cut needs sewing.”
⠀⠀He gets up and finds a belt among his clothes, picks up a medical sewing kit and a bottle of antiseptic from the box and settles back on the floor next to the Cassian’s bed, with his back leaning on the wall. It takes him some time to undo the bandage on his arm and to examine it. Thankfully, it’s the left one.
⠀⠀Kay talks while he works on his wound, “Remember I told you that I killed the general because he gave the order to exterminate my home? The general that I was close to. And then I told you that we made a deal with Draven. I would kill the general and defect if the Rebellion helps me hide from the Empire. None of it is a lie, it’s all true,” Kay lifts his eyes from his wound for a second to look at Cassian. The same haunted, hollow expression that he had the last time he talked about it returns this time, too. Kay continues carefully cleaning his wound on both sides of his arm. “But it’s not the entire truth. The general was my brother. My older brother. He was ten years older, and he was the first one to sign up for the military. I followed in his steps once I was old enough too. I had high hopes, I thought we’d serve together, and do galaxy some good. But I guess people change.” Kay prepares to sew his wound, his motions careful and calculated, his eyes trained on the needle. ”When he ordered the strike on Varadan, I couldn’t believe it. I knew he changed, became detached from the home, didn’t even want to listen about mom or dad, or anyone else, or anything that connected him to our homeplanet and heritage. He chose to be ashamed of it and did his best to cover it up. He killed them all.”
⠀⠀Kay stops, looking down on his wound and holding the needle. It’s been more than three years and yet it still gets to him.
⠀⠀“I doubt it was his wish solely, it probably was some weapon test or a way to scare the Varadanian government into obedience, but he used it to do what he wanted. I talked to him afterward, but it was like talking to a different person. I hated him so much,” Kay sighs. ”I still do. He’s dead, and I still hate his guts. So back then I couldn’t live with him still being alive and well so I had to do something. It was then when I made a deal with one of the high-ranking Imperial officers. I always knew how to make myself useful so people would let me do whatever I want because it aligns with their own interests. I found a person who disliked my brother. I thought up a plan—the infiltration, everything. I could be the one cog they needed to be in the right place at the right time to execute the entire Rebellion when they are ready. I convinced them it would work. They gave me the green light. I established the contact with the Rebellion, with Draven, made the second deal with him—the one I told you about, the one your officers know—then killed the bastard, my brother, and fled. These past three years I made sure no one had any reason to suspect me and my story. That was easy. The story is true. I did everything Draven asked me to—for the Rebellion.”
⠀⠀Kay lifts his eyes and looks at Cassian.
⠀⠀“The Empire promised me it would be the last job I had to do for them. After that, I would be a free man, legally and physically, and no one, not a person and not an organization, would own me ever again. I think your general—I think Draven knows.”
⠀⠀Kay bites on the belt and gets on with sewing.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться29008-07-2019 16:35:21

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]He knows this story, only this time it's all truth, not just bits of it, shuffled with silence and earning answers. This time it hurts even more to hear it. He killed his brother who killed his home planet. He killed his brother and he still hates him. It wasn't about the Rebellion or the Empire, it was about revenge and how Kay could get it.
Cassian listens carefully taking his bandage off. It's soaked in blood, and it is still oozing, lazily, but he thinks he will be fine. Bactaid works, he just needs a little more time. Kay is talking ad Cassian is listening and along with bactaid it helps to deal with his wounds. He has smaller cuts, but Cassian doesn't worry about those. A deep long gash is what could kill him. Cassian slowly and carefully cleans it, he wipes the dried blood off the skin and looks at his flesh cut open. He feels nauseous for a moment and quickly looks at Kay.
He doesn't say he understands. He doubts it's something one can understand without going through the same. Why did he need that first deal at all, he could contacted the general and everything would be fine. Well, except people he knew from his childhood are dead and his brother was the one who did it.
Actually it was the Empire. Just as it was with Fest. It was the Empire, but Kay continued to help it.
By helping the Rebellion, and he was really good with his work. So he actually did the Empire harm and still knew he would go free of any consequences for that. He would - but he won't now. Cassian looks at Kay biting the belt and sewing his skin. He won't now, because he chose to help. It's not logical at all, but maybe even in Kay there are things that can't be explained logically.
"You think I was here to spy on you? Cause I wasn't, I promise."

Поделиться29108-07-2019 17:06:28

Автор: K-2SO
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⠀⠀For some time Kay just sews and breathes loudly. They say Darth Vader’s breathing is loud and somehow menacing. Kay has never seen the guy, but he wonders if his breathing is the result of him being in constant pain. That would make sense. You don’t breathe like this for no reason. When Kay is done, he lets go of the belt and quickly covers the wound with bacta. This will have to do for now. The thread he used is surgical and has some bacta in it, so there will be no need to remove it later which is good. Thankfully, his clothes are all black so no one will be able to see the blood stains on him from all the fighting and now sewing his wounds.
⠀⠀Kay thinks about getting up and taking care of Cassian but the moment he starts to get up his head spins, so he sits right back down. He’s pushing himself too much today.
⠀⠀“No. Because it’s either you’re not skilled enough to be a spy hence you’re not a spy, or you’re way too skilled for a fifteen-year-old to fool me, and the possibility of that is extremely low. I just think your general is a smart man and he suspects something’s up. Or he doesn’t like the entire no-attachment thing. If I was in his place, I wouldn’t like it either. I’m not the only person who deserted the Empire to join the Rebellion, but I am the only one who consistently kept his distance from you lot. So he found a way to fix that. And here we are,” Kay motions around them. He smirks. It’s a good smirk, a genuine one. “It worked, and now you, and I, and the Rebellion itself are all in danger. All because I like you too much. Let me take care of your wound,” Kay asks but doesn’t move, just looks at Cassian, still not quite back to his usual calm self. “If you’re willing to trust me.”
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Отредактировано K-2SO (08-07-2019 17:08:39)

Поделиться29208-07-2019 23:04:24

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]Cassian can't take his eyes from the belt. He thinks if he looks close enough he will see marks from Kay's teeth/ Yet despite this and the way he breathed stitches on his hand are small, precise. He can barely stand if can at all, but he smirks.
Cassian gives a little smile but frowns right afterwards. What is has to do with the Rebellion? They are in danger, but the Rebellion is safe. It must be safe. But even if it's not they have to get better at first. Kay needs time to rest, Cassian needs his arm patched up.
He stands up and waits in case he feels dizzy again. But he is better. It's either sleep or bactaid or both of them combined, Cassian isn't sure about that, but he feels better. Still he sits next to Kay quick enough to not fall down if he is mistaken.
"I do trust you."
He looks at the needle with caution.
"Should I bite something as well?"
He doubt it will hurt more than it did in a fight. Noe he knows he won't die. Not now. And he trusts Kay. What he said has no logic in it, therefore it must be true.
"Our cover is blown. If it was a cover. Should we warn Seetha? She might be in danger too."

Поделиться29308-07-2019 23:54:15

Автор: K-2SO
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⠀⠀Bactaid helps him enough to make his movements sure and his hands steady. Unfortunately, it doesn’t help with his general tiredness from today, and it’s not even the end of the day. Kay is thankful that Cassian decides to sit down next to him instead of making him stand up. He doesn’t mention it.
⠀⠀“Yes,” Kay says and hands the belt over to Cassian. “Just find a new spot. Have you ever had to have stitches? It is an odd type of pain and an even stranger feeling in general. Whenever I have to do something like this I feel like a piece of meat.”
⠀⠀Kay studies the gash in Cassian’s skin, mapping it out in his head—where would all the stitches go, how to better patch the kid up so he doesn’t have to worry about it in the future. For a while, Kay doesn’t talk, busy with sewing, careful and almost meditative. His hands quickly become covered in blood and bacta, but he doesn’t stop, keeping a steady pace almost like a machine. Once he is done, Kay cuts the thread and puts it along with the bloody needle aside. He’ll have to wash the needle and pack everything back into the little tidy kit he ordered. They could use it in the future.
⠀⠀“No. She isn’t in any more danger now than she was before. Plus she can take care of herself. Working on Coruscant isn’t the easiest of jobs, as you might imagine. But we should warn the base. They have to evacuate, quickly. We need access to the shadownet, it would minimize the chance of the message getting intercepted. But that kind of thing is only available on the lower levels. Neither you nor I are fit to go there yet. And I would prefer if we saw a trusted doctor before that. And,” Kay sighs, slowly shaking his head, “I can’t quite predict their next step about you and me. They might give me more time, they might not, and then neither you nor I are going to see the light of the next day.”
⠀⠀Kay falls silent for some time, thinking hard. While he thinks, he cleans up the needle and puts it back with the thread in the kit. He hopes he checked the room properly and there are no spying devices here. It’s difficult to tell. All his body feels heavy, his thoughts sluggish and swaying back and forth between the new plan and Cassian.
⠀⠀“You defy all reason, you know that?” Kay finally says, turning his head to the kid. “Why would you trust me?”
⠀⠀Lying has become his job, and then it became his life, and now it most likely will become his death, and yet Cassian finds it in himself to trust him. Kay doesn’t get it. But then again, the kid forgave him for the Fest story. He’s an odd being, Cassian Andor, and Kay can’t figure him out. Somehow it feels good. It really, really shouldn't. But it still does.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Отредактировано K-2SO (08-07-2019 23:55:43)

Поделиться29409-07-2019 00:46:41

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]Cassian tries very hard to imagine himself as a piece of meat to get ready. It doesn't prepare him, Cassian bites the belt that he put in his mouth. It hurts, and somehow it's worse. This time he can't do anything but wait and try to not move his arm. He tries to breath just as Kay did. It doesn't help but it gives Cassian something to focus on, so after all it does.
Kay stays silent, so Cassian doesn't have to answer him back, and it's great. He looks at his gash, and a needle, and Kay's fingers holding it and sewing his flesh. Then he looks the other way so Kay wouldn't notice he has tears in his eyes again. Now, when Cassian doesn't think he is going to die, he once again deeply cares about being stoical and dealing with his pain as easy as Kay does.
He wipes the tears anyway before taking the belt out of his mouth. There are twice as more teeth marks now, and there's a lot of stitches in his hand, and there's blood again. No, not again, he can't deal with it again. Cassian applies some bacta while listening to the plan. A doctor, a lower level, darknet and A way back home. Sounds really easy - just four things in their list - but he knows they can die any moment now.
With imps and Coruscant around them. They can die really fast.
"There's no logic in your reasoning. And there's no use in me for you. You could kill me. I believed you would. There was no other reason for you to let me know about your loyalty. So it can't be a scheme of some sort. And the way you talk, the way you everything. It's different now. I know you are telling the truth. I hope."

Отредактировано Cassian Andor (25-07-2019 11:52:20)

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⠀⠀Kay pretends not to notice how Cassian turns away to hide the pain manifesting itself in tears. When all is done, he pretends not to notice how Cassian wipes them away. It might do the kid some good to let him know that there is nothing shameful in tears and there is a lot of problems with stoicism, but Kay just thinks for a second on Cassian’s words and then nods.
⠀⠀“Good. Then you’ll have no problem getting some shuteye for the next four hours. I’ll keep watch just in case something happens.”
⠀⠀Kay hopes nothing will happen yet they better be safe than sorry, otherwise, there will be much more tragedy in the galaxy than needs be. Kay has no idea why he is so set on helping the Rebellion now when his secret is out and the most logical thing would be to disappear. Or better yet, kill Cassian and finish doing what he started. Kay feels no urge to do any of that. He could use four hours of quiet to think about his life choices and their consequences.
⠀⠀“I’ll wake you up in four hours so you can keep watch while I sleep for my four hours. It’ll get dark by the time I wake up. And dark is our biggest friend for now.”
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться29609-07-2019 15:00:42

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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]Cassian should protest. It's Kay who needs to sleep. He carried him all the way from the lower level, he didn't sleep, he has his arm wounded too, and he did more fighting. He must be so deadly tired.
But Cassian is tired too. And Kay helps him to decide by promising he will sleep too. He must think Cassian won't be able to protect both of them without having more time to rest, and he might be right.
"So eight hours and then we run? Good."
Four hours is not much, and Cassian decides not to waste it on arguing he'll lose anyway. He returns to the bed and tries to relax. Bactaid works, the pain disperses among his wound and shallow cuts and small marks from the needle. Overall it's not that bad. He'll be fine, they both will survive and return home, and back there everyone will understand why Kay did what he did.
With that thought he falls asleep. It's not a calm, it's almost restless, but then he dreams that nothing bad will happen to him or Kay. Nothing bad will happen to the Rebellion.
And he is calm while bacta and rest are healing him.
Everything will be well.

Отредактировано Cassian Andor (10-07-2019 20:05:11)

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⠀⠀Cassian goes to sleep quickly. Kay stays right where he was, sitting next to a wall. He remembers all the techniques to keep himself awake and tries them out one by one. He still feels on the verge of falling asleep, and when the weight of his eyelids becomes unbearable jerks himself up on his feet and walks around the room. While at it, he checks the room for any sign of Imperial devices and finds nothing. The air behind the window is also quiet, hotel staff doesn’t seem to be likely to bother them. It’s not long before Kay dives into deep thinking.
⠀⠀The situation he put himself in seems impossible. Never in his lifetime he has thought he would forfeit his free future for some kid from Fest. Maybe that’s the thing—he feels guilty for destroying Cassian’s home? No, he doesn’t. Kay made sure no to ever feel guilty for what he does. He does what he does, and then he deals with the consequences, and if anyone asked him, he would do everything up until this point in present the same way. His past, with all its choices and mistakes, is what makes him, well, him.
⠀⠀Some other Kay who never had anything to do with Fest might’ve never ended up in Rebellion or decided to kill Cassian anyway, and it would be an entirely different story.
⠀⠀Whatever his motivation was, he is here now, and he has to decide on his future actions here, now, as well. Cassian has no chance of getting back to the base on his own. Kay would never forgive himself if the kid died two feet away from the safety of Rebellion. Thus he has to go with Cassian, to see him through. Which means Kay will be at the Rebellion base again. The chance that the kid will tell his general everything he learnt about Kay is high—actually, very high. His loyalty has always been with the Rebellion, and the general, and it is the logical thing to do.
⠀⠀The logical thing to do for Kay would be to see Cassian as close to the rebel base as possible and then run. It would mean he has to run for the rest of his life from both the Empire and the Rebellion, and it is not the free living he imagined. It’s actually quite a bit worse than slavery. It would be the logical thing to do, though. The other thing to do would be to get back with the Empire. The probability of him being executed because of the lack of value and high risk connected to him—they would always fear that he might defect back to the Rebellion—is high. It’s so high it would be a sure suicide to go back to the Imperials. The completely illogical thing would be to go right back to the Rebellion base and give himself up and let Cassian’s general decide his fate.
⠀⠀They like illogical decisions in the Rebellion.
⠀⠀Since he would also bring news on the imminent destruction of the Rebellion if they stay where they are, his fate might not be all that dreadful. He just has to make sure Cassian knows about this, too, and can prove his statement with some evidence aside from just words. The general has a soft spot for the kid, and he’s not an unkind man, but he’s not a fool. He would require proof. Kay sighs, checks the time. Four hours flew past like a second.
⠀⠀Kay goes to wake Cassian up. He carefully touches the kid’s shoulder, “Cassian, wake up. It’s your turn. I have a task for you while you keep watch. Search the Holonet for the person named Shak Chuk, he’s a doctor who used to practice around these parts. If you can contact him, ask him about his services and where we can find him. Understood?”
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться29823-07-2019 17:56:21

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]"Understood," Cassian says, his voice is still hoarse from a sleep, and then finally wakes up.
His head is still a little too light, but he barely feels any pain, and a wound in his arm is healing. He favors it though, not daring to pretend he is fine.
"I'll wake you up in four hours. Sleep."
Before entering the Holonet Cassian checks their room. Kay has already done it for sure, but it won't hurt if he checks again. He needs to move to chase away remains of the dream anyway.
"Shak Chuk."
The name clicks under his fingers. It's a good, a little bit dangerous name. He likes it. The Holonet in other hand does not. There's no much information about a doctor with that name. Cassian goes through results looking for him mostly because he needs something not to thig about Kay. Because if he is a traitor, if he is - or was? - was he thought? - an Imp, it means he shouldn't return to the base. They will kill him, and probably they will be right to do it, but Cassian just doesn't want him to die. Even if Kay is traitor. Even if he still is an Imp.
Life was so much easier before, when his loyalty to people he cared about was the same as his loyalty to the Rebellion. For a moment he thinks that the easiest way out of this is to stay silent. No one knew Kay wasn't a real rebel - well, a lot of people treated him like an Imp, but no one seriously considered him to be one. No one has to know. If Kay is willing to return and to help them for real - why anyone has to know?
The idea looks appealing, but Cassian is blushing as if he did something horrible. The whole Rebellion may be in danger because of what Kay did. The Rebellion he was so eager to protect. Only because Kay was somewhat - in his own strange way that worked for Cassian - nice to him. Just because he cared.
Cassian decides the best he can do is to describe what happened, to explain how easily Kay could have killed him - and yet he is still alive. Will it be enough? Maybe not. But he can at least try to save Kay without betraying the Rebellion and the general's trust.
And they need to return first. Cassian runs the search and keeps looking for any signs of doctor Shak Chuk, any way to contact him.
It's harder than he thought. Cassian decides he will never think that the gathering of information in the Holonet is too easy for people who do it to be considered a real work. It is a real work, and it can be hard.
In four hours he doubts if he has to wake Kay up, but then calls him, "Kay. Kay, wake up, it's time. We are seeing your doctor in an hour."

Отредактировано Cassian Andor (23-07-2019 17:56:33)

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⠀⠀Sleeping felt more like switching on and off, and occasionally switching off for long enough it could be considered sleep. When Cassian calls for him, Kay just opens his eyes as if he wasn’t sleeping at all and gets up in a matter of seconds. He doesn’t feel rested, if anything, he feels more tired, at least mentally. Physically his body is close to the limits of its ability but is still functioning. The pain in his wounds is dull and it wears him out more than anything else. Kay doesn’t say a word about it.
⠀⠀“Pack everything you don’t intend to leave here, and dress up in something more comfortable for running and fighting. Once we leave this hotel, we leave it for good.”
⠀⠀Kay talks calmly, as usual, and starts packing his own things too. He checks the windows from time to time, but nothing is happening. It is worrying, but there is nothing he can or wants to do about it. Whatever the Empire’s game now, he and Cassian will have to figure it out on the go. In seven minutes Kay is at the door, fully prepared to go. He doesn’t have much to carry, his most useful and precious possession being the datapad. He still has the vibroknife, he doesn’t have any blaster, but that could be easily fixed, because there are still some credits left. There is nothing else he needs. He has gotten off the hostile planets with much less. Those planets weren’t Coruscant, however.
⠀⠀“When and where are we meeting? Wait, no. Just lead the way, I’ll follow. We’ll take the same exit we used to get in, no need to alarm the staff at the reception,” Kay says, looking at Cassian and assessing his state. The kid looks better than he did before. Good.
[nick]Kay Tooesso[/nick][status]what are the odds[/status][icon]https://s7.postimg.cc/akubc07uz/Chiwetel_Ejiofor.jpg[/icon][LZ] <center><a href="https://swmedley.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=75#p815">IDENTIFICATION CARD</a> <img src="https://forumstatic.ru/files/0018/1a/00/81098.png"> Kay Tooesso, Alliance intelligence officer</center>[/LZ]

Поделиться30029-07-2019 13:55:35

Автор: Cassian Andor
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[status]odds? what odds?[/status][icon]http://s9.uploads.ru/vxoKZ.jpg[/icon][LZ]Cassian Andor, your trouble[/LZ]The hardest part is to change. He feels much better now, but avoids moving his hand too much. It's good to be free of his robe, and it's strange now to him that he hasn't even thought about changing his clothes himself though it was soaked with blood and the sleeve was torn.
Kay knew what to do the very moment he woke up. Cassian doubts Kay ever was in this situation before, and yet he has a plan.
He sees an opportunity to escape and anxiety and fear. He will just continue to learn from Kay. How it will end for both of them doesn't matter now. He still has to be collected, his chances are not much worse that before. He has to earn, to imagine all of this is just another learning situation. If anything like this ever happens again, he would know what to do.
He won't talk in a space that might be not safe about things that should stay secret. Shak Chuk is his responsibility then. He will trust and delegate some of the work to others. But not too much, Cassian thinks. That lesson will stick with him. He'll never trust anyone too much. Never again.
"I'm ready," he says. A bandage on his arm is neatly hidden under a long sleeve, wide enough to hide the vibroblade. That part about their robes he liked. It's good to be armed. It saved his life - along with the results of Kay's training.
They leave , Cassian isn't sure he remembers correctly how they entered the hotel, but discovers he actually does.
"If you have to rest or to catch your breath, tell me, okay?" he says walking fast.
They still have time, but Cassian still trues not to be late. He minds time and their surroundings to be sure no one follows them. This part of the Coruscant is still beautiful, but Cassian doesn't pay attention anymore. He doesn't even care.
What he cares about is his and Kay's safety, and doctor Shak Chuk.