it's going down, i'm yelling timber

[carbonfrozen]

WHO: Han Solo, Cassian Andor, and Gemini.
WHERE: some bar in Maurtia Falls
WHEN: a little while after the swear-in let's say.
WHAT: Han and Cassian's Epic Maurtia Falls Bar Crawl gets crashed by Gemini. should've picked Nonah, boys.
WARNINGS: drinking.

"—and that was how we survived the Dragon Void."

It's their third bar of the night, and Han is just drunk enough to start telling stories, the alcohol giving him a light buzz. He isn't utterly gone yet, but he's very steadily working his way there. After the week he's had, a night away from the revelations of the future (I watched you fall, his son's words still ring in his head) and the worries of the present sounds like heaven.

This little excursion also serves a double purpose: giving Cassian Andor a break from much the same thing as Han's trying to temporarily escape. He's done this before, with other rebels and other small-time criminal scum, but this is maybe the first time in a while that neither of them have had to worry (well, very much) about possibly running into Imperials. After all, Vader and Hux (and Han's own son) are in very different cities right now.

So hell yeah, they're working their way through all the best dive bars in Maurtia Falls. On foot, after Han's car broke down because of the both of them, which Han will maintain is all Cassian's fault and not his.

He waves the bartender over. "Another round for me and my friend here," he says. To Cassian: "Now—lemme tell you about the time me, Chewie, and Her Worshipfulness dodged an Imperial Star Destroyer on our trail."

Comments

…um, sorry… superdramatic dissociative break time, apparently…? c/w ptsd?

[candor1]

Cassian does it without thinking.



Han goes for the shooter. And with perfect synchronicity, timing it for Han's impact, Cassian goes for the gun.


His fingers circle the barrel, twist it away from its wielder's palm.
When Han takes the guy down, the gun remains in Cassian's hand.






He was never going to touch anything like this again





Hadn't you realized it was all too easy?




when he'd found Jyn, when he'd found Kay
what he'd been able to say, to do, to be, to feel
what he'd shared with Jyn, what she'd been able to give him
he'd only frozen once
and that wasn't—




The metal in his hand set off a shockwave.
Whatever circuit the kyberblast had severed
when the rest was atomized
whatever digit had mercifully shifted in backup copy
been left so neatly out of him on Porter reassembly
reconnected with a spark



The sightless eyes on him that never left, watching and judging his existence, accusing and betrayed in any moment he wasn't putting what he'd done to them to active use, making it part of a forward-moving progression, making it worth it; how dare he take any moment to relax or recover or take pleasure or peace? He'd taken that from them, if he had any kind of rightness whatsoever, he'd honor that by never letting his wish for them stall his ever actively moving forward



as if one death balanced the scales just because it's your own




…No, wait…

…Jyn…




The remaining assailants, still on their feet or regrouped, are there
and in tackling the shooter to the floor, Han's left vulnerable.



ves-te'n a prendre pel cul cagant llets bandarras cabrones caguetas



The electrical charge had caused Cassian's normal brain to short out.
As it always would, the strategic brain took over.

Was this a one-story building or two
one or two
remember

REMEMBER

…

…ONE




Cassian aims at the ceiling and fires.






In the second of ringing shock, he stepped back.

(One foot coming down on something that had flown out of the ringleader's pocket when Han tackled him. Cassian doesn't consciously notice. The strategic brain saw there's something that could be a weapon and acts to make sure no one else goes for it.)

He leveled the gun to aim at whichever gang member was currently the apex of the formation—aimed right between his eyes.

Nothing about Cassian right now suggested someone who, in fact, would, still, avoid firing at all if he could, and if he had to, go for the toes.

His steady hands and burning eyes are more along the lines of—





The soldier-assassin growls,

"Get

out."

[stretchy_girl]

Between the two of them the man with a gun barely had the chance to react, the combined attack of Cassian and Han both driving him to the floor and causing him to lose his grip on the gun. Another of the men immediately pulled a knife, going for Han in a last chance at revenge, but when the shot rang out he immediately froze, along with all the others in the gang, staring at Cassian in fear.

The men don't need another warning, they scatter, running for the exit as quickly as their dropping pants will let them. They won't be back anytime soon.

From his position at the bar LJ smiles darkly and gets up off his stool, slipping off into the back of the bar and away altogether. Gemini's opinion of Cassian as a man to be watched has been confirmed, even if she still hasn't seen the exact nature of his powers. His companion she couldn't care less about.

Regardless she had enjoyed the wanton violence and an evening which had turned out to be far more entertaining than the usual boring grind. Exchanging legs for wings Gemini flew away, certain that she would be seeing one Cassian Andor again sometime.