— but sometimes, when she looks at him like he’s her whole world, he thinks he can feel the fluttering of some broken thing struggling to beat again.
Anonymous asked: Can we talk about K-2SO OMG he is such a precious child and he is so rude and I love him
MY DEAR ASSHOLE ROBOT.
So here’s something K-2SO has never told Cassian: he remembers part of his time as an Imperial droid. Not much–certainly not enough to know what to tell a Stormtrooper where he’s taking some prisoners, thank you, Cassian. Just a few minutes, prior to the reboot.
He remembers [IDENTIFY: SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE] ticking over his visual scanner. He remembers [COMMAND: ELIMINATE], and advancing on the organic in the overlarge coat. He remembers the organic–[IDENTIFY: MALE, HUMANOID, YOUNG]–pressing his lips together and taking aim with a blaster.
He remembers cold.
Which is stupid, of course, droids don’t feel cold, K-2 is designed to survive the vacuum of space.
But still.
The next thing he remembers is powering on, and wondering why he was on the ground. And then, of course, he ran a full-system diagnostic because if there’s one thing Imperial droids aren’t meant to do, it’s wonder, so clearly there’s a glitch in his programming.
The diagnostic returned a report that all systems had been set to full default. K-2SO lay perfectly still and issued a command to his circuits. [IDENTIFY: BASE COMMAND STRUCTURE.]
The code was still chasing itself in circles in an ineffective system search when the organic gave him a gentle prod with his boot.
[IDENTIFY: SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE], his system reported.
[YES, THANK YOU], K-2SO thought. Thought. He was pretty sure that was a glitch too. The lack of memory base and base command set were definitely glitches. He should report himself for decommissioning.
“Hey!” the organic hissed.
“You have reprogrammed me,” K-2SO deduced slowly–slowly for a droid, which means that the organic probably thought he’d done it instantaneously.
“Yeah, so don’t shoot me for it. Can you get me into the hangar?”
“Why should I?” K-2SO asked, flat, and the organic blined at him for a long moment before he bared his teeth.
[IDENTIFY: MAMMALIAN PLEASURE RESPONSE], his system chirped.
[PLEASE BE QUIET, I AM THINKING], K-2SO said, and he liked this thinking thing. He also liked this liking-things thing. He didn’t want to be decommissioned, and wasn’t that a major system failure.
“How about ‘because in the Rebel Alliance we don’t decommission mouthy droids’?”
[PROBABILITY OF DECOMMISSIONING: 98.97%] K-2SO’s system reported clinically.
[SILENCE], he ordered.
“You shot me,” K-2SO observed, pulling himself upright. The organic was still baring his teeth–grinning.
“Yeah, but you were going to kill me,” he said with a sharp accent. “I’m Cassian.”
[IDENTIFY: ANDOR, CASSIAN; SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE; NUMBER EIGHT MOST WANTED–]
[S T O P] His system finally stopped chattering, and something in his coding gave an almost audible crack as it snapped.
“Why would you tell me that?”
“Because you’ve already decided to help me.” Cassian was grinning, grinning, and K-2SO was annoyed to find that he was right. “What’s your designation?”
“K-2SO,” he said. “And there is an 82.4% chance of our capture and mutual decommissioning.” If he had been organic, he would have stuttered–he did not plan to say that. Apparently that crack was the filter coding between his analytic systems and his vocoder.
Cassian shook his head. “I don’t want to know, K-2. Come on.”
“anti-fascist space latino whose best friend is a droid” is the best new weirdly specific character archetype of the 21st century
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I think my favorite discrepancy between the Rogue One promo material and the actual film is that the promos make it look like this was a very carefully put together team and in reality it’s a bunch of people that Cassian Andor more or less kidnapped.
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Anonymous asked: IT WAS SCREAMING SEEKING SCREAMING AND I THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME, SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN A NICE THING. also MAN chirrut and baze and the different things they judge people on, the different influences that shape who they can consider 'good', BAZE TAKING DARKNESS INTO HIMSELF TO SPARE CHIRRUT, JUST FUCK ME UP I WASN'T THINKING ABOUT THAT BEFORE AND NOW I CAN'T STOP
I’M GLAD MY DUDE BECAUSE IT’S ALL I’VE BEEN ABLE TO THINK ABOUT FOR LIKE THE BEST PART OF THREE HOURS NOW.
GOTTA SHARE THE PAIN.
- me: i don't have a type.
- me: *watches the force awakens, falls in love with oscar isaac*
- me: *watches rogue one, falls in love with diego luna*
- me: i have a type.
Anonymous asked: HE HAS A FACE LIKE A FRIEND
First off, I love how obscure this is. Like, is this a prompt? Is this a request for meta? Is this just screaming? Who knows!
But I’m just gonna assume it’s screaming, seeking screaming, mostly because I have to get a couple things off my chest.
*deep breath*
OKAY SO, Chirrut’s comment about the Force moving darkly around someone who’s about to kill, HERE IS MY QUESTION. Chirrut whackin’ people with his stick looks pretty nonlethal–painful, certainly, but mostly not going to kill you. (The bowcaster thing will kill you, and Chirrut will kill you, but the stick won’t kill you.) On the other hand, you have Murder Master Baze, basically holding his own version of the Space OK Corral wherever he decides to open fire.
So does the Force move darkly around Baze? Do long strips of thick, sticky darkness cling to him, where he used to glow bright with faith? Does he do the bulk of the killing to protect Chirrut’s soul from them?
AND ALSO. Cassian, God, Cassian Andor lives so much in the desperate need to know that his terrible deeds, all the things he wishes he could forget, are what the cause needs. He has to know that his Rebellion needs him and needs his ruthlessness in order to absolve himself.
How much would it have meant to him, to have someone tell him outright that he doesn’t have the face of a killer? How much would it have meant to him to know that even to these monks, he has the face of a friend?
