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bomberqueen17:
Pushing the button on the next Lost Kings update. PSA: if you’ve not read the rest of the series, I think this one stands alone anyway because I used an outsider POV!
I am extremely excited because I get to use my Cassian Andor: Murder Muffin hashtag.
The Hard Sell:
“This is a goddamn nightmare,” Cassian said a little while later. Even with K2’s sensor to pinpoint Dameron’s tracker, Cassian hadn’t been able to see or hear him. He was like a ghost. He’d gone within six meters of their hiding spot, in between the refreshes on the sensor’s sweeps for the tracker, and neither of them had seen or heard him.
But there had been a trail of scuffs in the dirt, and one clear bare footprint in a softer patch of mud, to attest to the kid’s passage, right where the tracker had shown he’d been.
“I thought you said he’d been a cargo loader his whole life,” K2 said, as the two of them contemplated the footprint.
One consolation: a plant from the Empire designed to lure Cassian wouldn’t have bare feet.
“Molo didn’t even raise him,” Cassian said. “I don’t know where he fucking learned this.” But he did; Molo had told him, Lita had been a guerrilla with him when they were young, before the Empire. They’d all grown up like this.
“There goes the plan to just assassinate him at a distance, I suppose,” K2 said.
“Stars, would you shut your fucking mouth?” Cassian hissed.
“Technically,” K2 began, and Cassian hissed wordlessly at him again. K2 gestured with his hands as if he were offended.
(it’s marked chapter 1 of 2 because chapter 2, coming up soon, is Baby Poe!)
eveningly reblogging, for an attempt
bomberqueen17:
Pushing the button on the next Lost Kings update. PSA: if you’ve not read the rest of the series, I think this one stands alone anyway because I used an outsider POV!
I am extremely excited because I get to use my Cassian Andor: Murder Muffin hashtag.
The Hard Sell:
“This is a goddamn nightmare,” Cassian said a little while later. Even with K2’s sensor to pinpoint Dameron’s tracker, Cassian hadn’t been able to see or hear him. He was like a ghost. He’d gone within six meters of their hiding spot, in between the refreshes on the sensor’s sweeps for the tracker, and neither of them had seen or heard him.
But there had been a trail of scuffs in the dirt, and one clear bare footprint in a softer patch of mud, to attest to the kid’s passage, right where the tracker had shown he’d been.
“I thought you said he’d been a cargo loader his whole life,” K2 said, as the two of them contemplated the footprint.
One consolation: a plant from the Empire designed to lure Cassian wouldn’t have bare feet.
“Molo didn’t even raise him,” Cassian said. “I don’t know where he fucking learned this.” But he did; Molo had told him, Lita had been a guerrilla with him when they were young, before the Empire. They’d all grown up like this.
“There goes the plan to just assassinate him at a distance, I suppose,” K2 said.
“Stars, would you shut your fucking mouth?” Cassian hissed.
“Technically,” K2 began, and Cassian hissed wordlessly at him again. K2 gestured with his hands as if he were offended.
(it’s marked chapter 1 of 2 because chapter 2, coming up soon, is Baby Poe!)
eveningly reblogging, for an attempt
