notbecauseofvictories:

do you guys think cassian andor had to undergo spy training—well. not really “training” so much as a week locked in a room with an imperial torture droid, a nonsense sentence he was given in lieu of actual rebellion intelligence.

(the tricky tradoshan takes twice the twi’lek’s toys, see, senator mothma? he remembers. And he remembered all those years ago, his mouth tasting of blood and everything swimming before his eyes; barely able to stand straight, but he said it perfectly, every syllable crisp, even imitating mothma’s core accent—

thank you, commander andor, mothma had said, and he’d grinned, before then unceremoniously passed out.)

do you think that the rebellion was short on imperial torture droids, so they just used a security droid with an augmented intelligence subroutine.

i.e., the only imperial droid they had around: k2

do you think cassian startled the first time he saw That Droid (as he’s taken to calling it, at least in his head) in another context—some mechanic tinkering on his casing, the droid quiet and obedient. It was staring straight ahead, though it cocked its head when it saw cassian staring.

ah, commander andor, the droid said, when cassian drew closer. I am k-2so. I did not have the opportunity to mention it, before.

yeah, I was pretty busy screaming, I probably wouldn’t have noticed.

cassian watched the mechanic for a minute. She was clearly not doing more than patching up some rust, ensuring joints were lubed. you know, it seems unfair, he said, after a minute. the droid was still staring at him. you get to rummage around in our heads, but we don’t get to poking around in yours.

well, if you would like, the droid said after a long moment.


(you broke our torture droid, mon mothma says dryly, as merrick splutters. 

but cassian just grins, and grins, and then laughs when k2 says, that is not true, there is still a 92% chance of my delivering a painful electric shock to any new member of the rebellion.)

(via wildehacked)

yarndarling:

This was really fun to record! 

Summary: How K2-SO because the K2 we know and love.

Genre: Gen

Fandom: Star Wars: Rogue One

Length: 0:4:46

Rating: G

@words-writ-in-starlight It’s up! :D

*opens mouth*

*screams forever*

LOOK AT THIS. SOMEONE PODFICCED MY THING. OH MY GOD.

"For all K-2’s social dysfunction (or perhaps his disinterest in organic socialization-who could fathom the mind of a droid?), he knew Cassian better than anyone. He’d seen Cassian commit acts even Draven wasn’t aware of.
On Jenoport, he’d found Cassian staring at his blaster with tears on his face. K-2 had volunteered for a memory wipe in case Cassian’s “continued dignity and service demanded it.”"

— Rogue One novelization
DONT CRY ABOUT CASSIAN AND K-2′s FRIENDSHIP. DONT DO IT.  (via motleystitches)

(Source: cupcakesandtv, via ifeelbetterer)

yarndarling asked: Hey so I was wondering what your feelings about podfic are? Because I would love to make one of that K2-SO ficlet you wrote . He's my favorite and you've really got him down. *grins *

*chokes on air* 

Oh my God?  Um, yes?  Go to town, please, absolutely, make whatever podfics you want and tag me so that I can flail over them.

(I can’t believe that fic went well, I like wrote it by accident in thirty minutes when I was intending to just do a couple headcanons.)

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.”

riverofwhispers:
“ huntingpeople-savingsam:
“When all of us are K-2SO after seeing Rogue One
”
@johanirae
”

riverofwhispers:

huntingpeople-savingsam:

When all of us are K-2SO after seeing Rogue One

@johanirae

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I JUST GOT IN FROM ROGUE ONE AND GODDAMN.

GODDAMN, THAT’S ALL.

I’m working on literally three short fics and a chapter for a long fic, but I’LL BE DAMNED, IF YOU WANT FIC FOR THAT MOVIE I AM H E R E FOR YOU.