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who: cassian + you
what: another one for the memory sharing flood
when: mid october
where: dreams! or elsewhere in public spaces
warnings: spy things, death, murder, spoilers for rogue one, etc

( vision / flash ) i. the droid

[it's tanned hands, working on what looks like a very large robot: a black kx security droid, powered down. cassian tampers with the programming, fiddling with wires and hooking up the droid into his datapad. there's a brief reflection of his face in the black metal of the droid; he's younger, only a teenager, probably no older than fifteen with a prickly, patchy beard and less sallow eyes.]

[ten seconds pass, and he mutters something in fest to himself. then at last, he flicks the power back on. the droid's eyes light up, and he hobbles to his feet. it stands almost seven feet tall, and the angle suggests cassian is looking up from about a foot and a half lower.]

[i am k-2so. are you my reprogrammer?]

( vision / flash ) ii. the horizon

[there's a beach. the water is tinted with warm colors instead of blues, and out along the horizon is a giant sun. only it's not a sun at all, and there are puffs of air and explosions along the edges to prove it. the rest of the area around them is singing like a battlefield.]

[cassian walks weakly along the sand, upright only because of jyn beside him. his clothes are filthy and bloody as he looks down at them, his legs stumbling. as they reach the edge of the water, he collapses and she sets him down gently. he sinks into the sand, looking out at the very bright and damning fake sunset. each second that passes, it seems to grow closer. she reaches for his hand, and he looks down as he takes it.]

( dreamscape ) iii. the shot

[ visual. ]

[it's a very urban area, littered with people and voices and shops in all kinds of languages. cassian rushes through the streets, looking over his shoulder carefully. he moves like a shadow, breaking into a run when he finally ducks down an empty alleyway. there's a man waiting for him in a corner, his arm broken and pacing nervously about.

"news from jedha?" the man tells him about a defector imperial pilot who brings news about the empire building a weapon. a planetkiller. the message is from a man named galen erso. the conversation gets more frantic, nervous. "there's spies everywhere!" the man hisses.]

[the meeting is broken up by the arrival of stormtroopers. they ask for IDs. cassian jokes, laughs, plays it off, then shoots both troopers without hesitation. his informant starts to panic. "i'll never climb out of here with my arm!"

[cassian comes up behind him with a smile and a comforting voice. "calm down, we'll be all right."

[and then he shoots him. the body falls. cassian swallows, steadies himself against the murder, then leaps to climb up the wall's piping to escape.]

( dreamscape ) iv. the fall

[cassian is clinging to the edge of a data vault tower. above him is jyn, and even higher on the opposite wall, a door slides open. "jyn! he yells out, firing his blaster and initiating a quick round of firefight between a man in white and several stormtroopers.]

[one of the returning shots hits him, and his grip slips. he falls from the vault tower. his back slams into a metal beam, his arms briefly scramble for purchase on another, but he keeps falling, falling until he lands hard on a platform, his entire body limp and broken.]

[from above, there's an anxious quick yell of his name, "cassian!" but he doesn't move.]

( closed dreamscape ) v. the youth

[it's snowing outside. fest is a very cold planet, and even when you're small and aware of the dangers, the snow always has a level of adventure. twenty years ago, cassian was six years old. he's running through the snowy streets outside, scampering quickly as curfew approaches.]

[six year old cassian stomps back into the house, jumping on the floormat to shake the snow from his boots. there's a message sticking out of his pocket that he yells out is for his father, because even at six he's already running messages for the festian resistance. his mother comes over with a smile and helps him out of his coat, trading him a cup of something warm and steaming for his fluffy jacket. his father laughs in the kitchen, and cassian reaches for his mother's hand to pull her towards the sound.]

[he tells his mother excitedly about the other kids, how some of them were clonetroopers and they lost the big battle. his father beams down at him and ruffles his hair, but there is a fatigue to his eyes that the adult cassian shares. cassian just crawls into his lap and hands over the message, asking if he's allowed to read it too.]

[no, not this one. maybe next time. cassian shrugs it off, diving back immediately into his mug while his mother threatens to steal it for herself.]

[prose or brackets is fine; feel free to have a vision or a flash or both!]

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[he nods, and it's both a thank you and i believe you at once. who needs words!]

[cassian shakes his head, finding this part of the conversation easier because it's not about himself and the whole dying thing.]

No. She knows I saw something, but not any of the details.

[he and jyn do share virtually everything, but this is different. it's such a private matter. they'd just been venting about how frustrating the whole situation is for all the parties.]

[There's a nod of her head, grateful that as close as the two of them are, they don't share everything. Just like how close she and Finn were, she didn't tell him everything. Granted, they didn't have much time together, and when she last saw him he was recovering from a nasty wound...but she would tell him different things. But something like this? Something this deep and personal? Never.]

She saw a separate memory of mine.

[One of her being betrayed by the other scavengers who she thought were friends...]

Dunno if she told you about that or not. Seems like...[She has to let out a somewhat bitter or dry chuckle.] this place or the Force wants you two to know more about me than I've shared with anyone else.

[some secrets, like the privacy of memories, aren't meant to be shared, no matter how much he is compelled to be as open as he is with jyn. which is another whole matter he should figure out, but now is not the time.]

[he shakes his head a little.] She only mentioned she had seen one, but not what it was about. [a beat.] You believe the Force is sharing these parts of you with us?

[There's some relief in knowing the two of them don't discuss everything with one another. That they had enough respect for her to not mention what both of them have seen to each other.

As for the Force....]

It's the only thing I have to go on. How else would explain this? Magic?

[There's a slight scoff there, because magic could probably do a lot of things, but she doubts it's this.

Of course, she was also trying to hide the fact that she believed in the Force considering she did listen to it and used it in the past. But, no need to bring up those facts just yet.]

I am alive here, pulled from another galaxy. I am open to plenty of different explanations as to what's happening.

[he pauses.] I have never put much stock in the Force. Given we are in another universe, it has seemed especially distant.

[his parents were separatists. the empire has spent the last twenty years trampling on the force and the jedi, so while cassian knows it's all real, his belief and trust in it has always been more tenuous.]

Fair point.

[There could be more than one thing at work here. Something that's brought him, and Jyn to this place. That's made them alive and kept them alive. Too many possibilities for Rey to really think about.]

I haven't placed much stock in it either, but it's...been brought up a few times. There's only one Jedi left in my time.

[And she can tap into the Force...something she should tell Cassian and Jyn sooner or later.. Possibly later when she has more of a handle on it. Not that she doesn't trust them, but she was still trying to figure the whole Force thing on her own.]

I was a child in the Clone Wars. I know the jedi and the Force are real, I even met one here very briefly. But I do not give it much sway in my own life.

[not to the extent others do. may the force be with you is common enough, a quiet whisper on base, and he knows the force was very much there at the end of it all. but if it waited so long to make itself felt to him, cassian can't say he's an ardent supporter. not like chirrut was.]

You believe in it. [it's only a tiny question. she said she thought the force was responsible for the memories, so she must at least a little bit.]

[There's a pause from Rey, trying to figure out the best way to answer that. She hasn't told Cassian or Jyn what she could do. That she was connected to the Force. That she was trying to become a Jedi.

Did she believe in the Force? Yes, but to an extent. She believed in it's power and knew what it could do. Did she think it was the will of the Force to bring her here? No.]

Some days yes, other days...not as much. [Which goes against what Obi Wan taught her, one of the few things, but it was hard to tell him a half truth without giving away too much.]

[he tilts his head, the gesture expressing a similar sentiment to a shrug.] That's reasonable.

[belief in the force is still such a powerful thing, where it hasn't been stomped out. of course it exists but... it's always felt so far away from him. he wants to ask her more about her own relationship with the force, but he wants to do it when he's on top of his game, not thinking about scarif.]

I will tell Jyn what you have seen. It is her memory too. [he thinks that's fair.] But if you don't mind, I think I have overstayed my welcome.

[he hasn't, but he still wants to be polite before he leaves. he's talked about scarif enough for now.]

[There's a slow nod of her head. He had a right to tell Jyn what she saw. It was a memory that had both of them in it.]

You haven't overstayed your welcome, but..if you want to leave, you can.

[She wasn't going to keep him here, not when they had talked about such a heavy topic: his death and Jyn's. Then there was another topic they would have to discuss at some point. The Force. Rey's belief in it, and what she could actually do.

She watched as Cassian left, and hoped it wouldn't be long until they spoke to one another again.]

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