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for borntolove

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[OOC: …ohhhh dear… I was gonna go the headcanon route, but then this much more evil prompt occurred to me… let me know if this works!
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A flinch. A flash.

Others don't understand
(still-inexcisable nausea)

Shhh

It's not "what have I done". There's no such surprise at yourself. You know what you are and what you do.

It's all coming apart!
Shhh, calm down

It's the man
(who you signed on yourself)
you forced out of this dimension by creating—forcing—a body into his place

Calm down. We'll be all right

(putting your muzzle so gently against his heart through his back
with a hug)

It's: Him? How did he become "what I had to do" next?

—No time
Move
Recalibrate

Climb

Scale this wall
Build new walls while running

Get the intel back
Nothing else matters; not him, not me

They would have killed you, only slowly and painfully,
and destroyed what you serve and love when they were through
I did it to do the opposite of all of that
That's the truth even if I don't feel it either


Cassian Andor reset his teeth, stuck his blaster in his belt, tugged his jacket over, and turned on his heel to launch himself at the wall—

—only to nearly slam face-first into a new humanoid— who literally hadn't been there one millisecond ago.


[ooc: so I'm thinking the Doctor didn't actually see Cassian kill Tivik but he can probably figure it out—only hopefully not immediately so Cassian can drag the Doctor back to his ship, first, 'cause Stormtroopers are coming?]

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[ ❤🧡💛💚💙💜! ]

for Vi

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She's gonna think I'm a spy.
You are a spy.
Not against… Okay, fine. But if you're gonna say it, you have to really do it.
You mean…
I mean put on that breathing mask, Officer.

* * *

The smell throughout Stillwater was really living up to its name. You could especially tell the locals from the Wardens based on who had the easiest time breathing.

"Broken plumming!" Wardens unnecessarily shouted down the halls. Nice way to say shit everywhere. "Doubling up levels three and four. That means you'll be getting cellmates until situation repaired. No fighting unless you want your sentences extended."

For only the third time since she'd been incarcerated, Vi's cell door slid open, and for the first time, someone else was thrown in. Actually, kicked it: a boot square in the back. He failed to impress at catching himself, though he shot a fair enough glare as the door slid closed. And Vi was left with a stranger.

Male-presenting, coloring various shades of brown, not much taller than her and no broader, but the wiriness was deceptive. She could see from the relationship of his arms to his sides: his limbs didn't dangle, there was strength and deliberation.

He pushed himself upright and looked at her.

for nextchance

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He didn't resist as they threw him into the cell. Or rather, he just resisted enough as would be expected. With a roomful of blasters pointed at him and nowhere to go, making a serious break for it was pointless. He only flexed his arms and balled his fists so that the shackles would be looser when they finished putting them on. It wasn't enough to slip free, but it was enough to contort himself into a more comfortable position, and maybe avoid more scarring on his wrists.

It was raining outside. The prisoner found a leak in the roof and positioned himself below it. He put back his head and managed to get a mouthful of water to swallow. It reminded him of another captivity. He wouldn't be getting out of this one the same way.

When the door slid back open, Cassian made a show of scrambling to put his back against the wall. Narkina 5 had trained him well. As every interaction with stormtroopers had trained him that the deadliest thing about them was their fear of the unexpected and chaotic.