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[therewillbeorder]

I'm not going to waste time asking if there is a way off this backwater planet, it doesn't seem as if anyone has managed something so basic thus far. I don't understand why the natives of this planet seem to be proud of themselves as if this planet is something special despite being so primitive.

But it seems as I am stuck here for the foreseeable future so tell me what this planet has to offer, I'm curious to know.

[When he's done writing he switched to video but all that can be seen is a sheet with neatly written, very premise, Aurebesh symbols written on it-

'I'm sure some of you can read this. What is the last thing you recall before arriving here?'

No one seemed to know about Starkiller and the Hosnian System but he had to make sure and know who else was on this backwater planet. He held the paper there for a few moments before finally cutting the feed.]

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[candor1]

[Kay had called him. Cassian had bolted made his way quickly to their location. He'd found a good vantage to hunker down in and had been watching them invisibly.

He possibly should have followed Kay's request not to. Since he was going to honor his own promise not to do anything other than listen in. Kay was eminently qualified to take care of himself—more than Cassian could hope to do.

But…

Well, no. Better to hear firsthand than be left to imagine the worst when Kay told him later.

It could have been much worse. Kay did extremely well. The droid was much better at selective omission and cherrypicking than when he had to create information. (Wryly affectionate recall: I am taking them… to imprison them… in prison.)

Hux seemed gifted at being insulting, even for an Imperial. Cassian didn't move a muscle but had to shunt many reactions to the nethermind.

Like mentally nodding approval at Kay's restraint (—however certain Rebels would gawk or laugh at those words together) in not reacting to informally.

'Can't imagine why there was a strategy droid at a shielded archive…' Cassian remembered walking past another KX unit inside the facility. The contrast in its uniform stride vs. Kay's more individual gait had made it particularly striking. (Wondering if Kay would be noticed. Remembering reprogramming him. Thinking as usual about the implications of, as the slicers called it, jailbreak, when servility code is replaced with learning algorithm.) He wondered if this lapse in Hux's knowledge was actually indicative of anything, either about Scarif (now defunct) or about Hux himself (perhaps wishful thinkingly).

At 'outdated model,' Cassian had to bite his lip. Though Hux's response to Kay's reaction was helpful. Secured Hux's place in the timeline. (For whatever purpose that may serve. …Purpose… kriff.)

Though Cassian's perfect stillness would not be marred so easily, he internally bristled at 'reprogram'—then at 'shut you down'. To the first: they'll just have to make sure Kay gets what intel he can out of Hux and then never deals with him again. To the second: ha, as if Hux could reach the right switches without Kay's cooperation. It would take another security droid to shut down an unwilling security droid. …That was rather their point.

'…rebels I've identified.' A mental snort. You mean 'freely introduced ourselves'?

Cassian couldn't see the file Hux presented. He wondered which of them it was. Nice to now have whatever data it contained copied into Kay's memory.

'Han Solo… being taken care of.' Hopefully not if he's karking warned first. Of whatever that might mean.

'The other… them…' Imperials—in Cassian's time, at least—had more binary notions of gender. Unless things had profoundly changed in forty years, an Imperial was unlikely to be using a neutral pronoun out of respect for anyone's identification, just to obscure it. On the other hand, [again, then-] Imperials were ferociously patriarchal, so masculine terms usually their generic/presumptive/default… going for neutral at all might be indicative of… Jyn?

Either way, Cassian waited some long minutes, well after Hux was gone, also to moderate his heart rate. Before typing into his comm.