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3 resistance fighters walk into a bar...
WHO: Cassian, Marco & Ax
WHERE: the atrium
WHEN: Oh-God-Hundred in the morning on Dec 19th
WHAT: Everyone is paranoid and Cassian and Ax don't trust each other, so they're meeting. That's how these things go, isn't it?
WARNINGS: Snarky teenagers and a salty winter adult
Cassian recognizes high-level paranoia when he encounters it; his attempt at keeping his first name off the network failed when Marco revealed it, but that was fine. Merely an encouragement to figure out how to redact and create anonymous or alternative user profiles on the network.
He was probably being too paranoid about it, honestly, but he doesn't know how much reach his name has after what he's done, and he's sure that there's more than a few Imperial officers who wouldn't mind putting a blaster hole in him. Even here, after the fact.
Besides this person, whomever they were, seemed just as paranoid, and that could be good or bad. Most Imperials he met were not, as a rule, but that probably had a lot to do with being assured that they were the power in play.
So.
Either way, he's at the atrium in about fifteen minutes, stopping near the entrance and glancing around, looking for anyone who seems to be waiting. It's not terribly busy at this hour, anyway.
WHERE: the atrium
WHEN: Oh-God-Hundred in the morning on Dec 19th
WHAT: Everyone is paranoid and Cassian and Ax don't trust each other, so they're meeting. That's how these things go, isn't it?
WARNINGS: Snarky teenagers and a salty winter adult
Cassian recognizes high-level paranoia when he encounters it; his attempt at keeping his first name off the network failed when Marco revealed it, but that was fine. Merely an encouragement to figure out how to redact and create anonymous or alternative user profiles on the network.
He was probably being too paranoid about it, honestly, but he doesn't know how much reach his name has after what he's done, and he's sure that there's more than a few Imperial officers who wouldn't mind putting a blaster hole in him. Even here, after the fact.
Besides this person, whomever they were, seemed just as paranoid, and that could be good or bad. Most Imperials he met were not, as a rule, but that probably had a lot to do with being assured that they were the power in play.
So.
Either way, he's at the atrium in about fifteen minutes, stopping near the entrance and glancing around, looking for anyone who seems to be waiting. It's not terribly busy at this hour, anyway.