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“Of course I’ve got a plan. I’m not a rebel half-assing my way through a mission” a side-eye look fell on her fellow pilot and her lips betrayed a smile. She liked Bey, she was a damn good pilot who understood duty. Those were two things she could respect.

GENTLEBOTS: BODHI // STARTER

“How much you r—” a long, stressful pause, then he tried again “You ever think about Scarif?” SCARIF, the forbidden word. It wasn’t a subject Cassian brought up often, never as a matter of fact, unless it was as he coldly and impersonally deployed tactics for a mission. Whatever had prompted that moment of weakness, it wouldn’t last long. Something would click back into place within his cross wired mind and the usual mask of the spy would snap back into place like a broken machine returning to its primary function. But for now, whether it was the dim light of the fire, or the fact that for once they were alone, he indulged in the weakness for a little while longer. There was something he needed to find, but he wasn’t sure what “I heard you on the comlink, then—” then he had stopped answering. He remember thinking Bodhi was dead, just like everyone else. That radio silence had been so heavy.

❛      uh, of course i know what i’m doing     …     how hard can it be ?     ❜

               HE FLEXES HIS HAND,  wiggling his fingers in an undulating pattern to counteract the left hook he’d just delivered. He hears a scuffle of movement upon the gravelly floor from behind him & shoots a warning look back at Lanil —- don’t interfere. He can & will take care of this himself. It’s the personal touch that he’d incorporated into his organization that had set it apart from the slew of others which had cropped up around the galaxy since the Clone Wars. It’s his personal protection of the network he’d worked hard to build which had made it grow so large, so fast …

     He wasn’t about to let an upstart take even a crumb away from him.

     He releases a bark of laughter that isn’t particularly humorous or kind. But maybe it’s a bit impressed. 

     “I don’t need to know you,”  he replies.  “Question is: do you know me?”

“of course i know you, don’t be stupid.”   maybe—just maybe—playing it safe would be advisable for a change: this isn’t some backroom deal any more than car’das is some backroom pleb.   the threat of further injury might sway someone with less tenacity laced through their bones but instead, as if making a point, rahmi draws himself up to his full height and his grin goes soft at the edges, like they’re friends. 

❛      i suppose that depends entirely on what you’re willing to give for said information.     ❜