a long time ago in a galaxy far far away

[canonymous]

THE STAR WARS AU MEME
set the scene, choose an era,
tell us what your character is up to in this universe!

please do not leave your toplevel blank ;)



( copied from maliceaforesock, ty! )

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[captainspain]

[You know you want to flirt Jack to the good side Casssin dooo it! Hope you like the starter.]

Jack had been tracking this particular Rebel for months. Rumor had it there was something big happening among the Rebellion and Jack had been tasked with tracking down one of their spies and bringing him in for interrogation. The Rebel he'd chosen to track had been a slippery one, but Jack was a patient soul and a damm good spy. He'd managed to corner the guy in this bar sliding into the seat beside him and turning on his megawatt smile.

He was dressed in the gear of a smuggler and freelanced pilot, everything worn looking and old. He was designed to blend in and not be noticed so that if he vanished with his mark no one would remember his face. His nickname among the elite officers was the "Charming Ghost" The one you called when you wanted something done quickly with little notice.

He ordered a drink and turned to his target. "Seems busy in here tonight," he said casually, "hope that means I can pick up some credits."

nothing can go wrong with this plan!

[seenitbefore]

A polite, noncommittal noise in response, acknowledgment but not encouragement. He looks to be preoccupied, half with the nearly inaudible and dubiously factual newscast flickering above the bar and half with his own thoughts. Thin hands frame the half-full glass in front of him, which he doesn't appear to have actually touched for some time, and the slouch of his shoulders expresses nothing but weariness.

(That much is painfully real. It's been a long few weeks, and that was before he picked up a shadow.)

Re: nothing can go wrong with this plan!

[captainspain]

Jack glances up at the newscast himself and can't help the soft scoff that escapes his mouth. Half of what the Empire puts out is nonsense and he knows it since he's been the one to gather the information or he was at the event they were twisting to fit their own ends. How anyone can buy what the screen is putting out is beyond him. "How can anyone believe any of that," he muttered actually being serious for a moment.

[seenitbefore]

Which nets him a sideways, frowning glance under that untidy fringe: disapproving of the speech rather than the sentiment, a familiar enough look, down in these workaday streets. I don't want any trouble. Shoulders hunched a little. Uneasy silence.

(This is almost certainly not the man he came to see, and that in itself is grounds for caution.)

[captainspain]

Jack sees his in and takes it meeting the man's eye. "Sorry,' he mutters sipping his drink, "just grinds my gears a bit is all." He plays up his accent a bit making it clear he's from a colony planet. Jack fled the Boe as soon as he was old enough to do so knowing the Academy was the only way out of his life of grind and poverty. He wasn't about to become his father when he was hungry for more. "I don't want trouble either, but I couldn't help saying something."

[seenitbefore]

"Mm." He turns his attention back to his own drink. Tilts the glass a little, meditatively. (The one look was informative enough. Good-looking, ingratiating, confident; not an uncommon type among that kind of 'independent businessman'. Except that a man like that relies on his image, on looking more successful than he generally is, cuts corners on food and sleep sooner than on his appearance - does not, in short, go bar-hopping in a flight jacket older than he is. Not till he's in worse straits than this one, well-built, well-fed, blue eyes clear and curious.

There's a piece missing. It might be a charming modesty, but he doubts it.)

[captainspain]

Jack knows despite all his efforts to look "normal" for a place like he could very easily walk into a trap. He hasn't served the Empire as long as he has not to know that. Let the man think he's a well fed rube who hasn't been hit by the school of hard knocks hard enough yet. He didn't want this one to get away before he prepared for a more settled version of this role. Jack didn't mind taking risks if it netted him the right result. He takes a sip of his drink. "You look like you have something on your mind," he says carefully batting the ball back into his mark's court.

[seenitbefore]

The other gives a halfhearted shrug, refusing to be drawn. Apathetic, sullen. Don't want to talk about it. He shows (with scrupulous care) no sign of even listening.

(He is listening, of course, with close attention. Unless this sociable fellow is every bit the fool he's acting - which he doubts - these are just feints, preliminaries to the real opener, and he's waiting for that.)

[captainspain]

Jack knows he's hooked his prey and takes a long moment to sip from his glass and watch the screen again. "I wish I could do something," he muses, "but choosing sides is hard these days if you need to make a credit."

[seenitbefore]

Or (Cassian reflects, wearily) unless he thinks he's talking to an even greater fool, in which case he's doomed to disappointment. "Yeah, sure," setting the glass down again with a sharp click. "If you're looking for recruits, you can look somewhere else. Not interested."

(Irony is about the only amusement he gets these days, anyway.)