[video] un: k2so

[k_2so]

[A video! Of a DROID. A dark faced droid with white photoreceptors looking at his video feed. If droids could have facial expressions, his would be confused, or annoyed, or a bit of both really.]

Handy man. I was assigned to be a handy man at a place called Nuts and Bolts. What an absurd name for a business. If they understood my capabilities they would understand they are well above “Handy Man”. I am not some simple labor droid.

[He pauses his rant, head lifting and looking back and forth, before continuing to speak again.]

This situation is abnormal. The odds that they are lying however appear to be low. The situation I recorded last was ... not good, so this could be considered a vast improvement. I am, however, unfamiliar with some of the technology here. They could have at least equipped me with some upgrades instead of this communication device.

[What a string of complaints! Oh right, this device. He looked down to it again, stared, then lifted his other hand near it.]

I am K-2SO. I am looking for those who may understand the call sign of “Rogue One” ... which is also an absurd name.

That is all. [and he would cut the feed unless someone replies to this. The odds of someone replying are high. The odds of it being someone he actually knows are about middle ground. That, to him, is being optimistic and hopeful]

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[k_2so]

Oh.

It's you.

[Terrible enough? Give him a moment to warm up. She said Cassian is here and that was really all that mattered.]

[Also... she's here. And... that matters a bit as well.]

And... the others?

[realists]

[ it's close, a smile twitching at her lips. ]

Bodhi, but that's all. Just the three of us. Your U-Wing is here, as well. Unharmed.

[k_2so]

[He stares at the video for a moment longer, photoreceptors white and none blinking.]

[Interesting. The odds did not favor any of them getting out of that situation in... good condition.]

The pilot. The ship. You, Cassian and I. That is more than I expected. I do not remember anything that happened after shut down.

[realists]

[ he says shut down and jyn's expression pretty much does the same thing, forcing herself to ignore the rest of what happened on scarif. it's fine, she's so good at pretending to be fine. ]

For the best.

[k_2so]

Is it?

[He asks because he wants to know what happened. He also doesn't want to know. He ran a simulation to force himself to think Cassian would be ... fine. Was he though? He as here. That was.... enough.]

[realists]

Yeah, it is. [ a beat, mouth slanting down into a familiar frown. ] I'm not sure it's something you want to hear from me anyway.

[k_2so]

[Ah, that frown he knows well enough. He would frown right back... if he could. Instead he just sounds flat.]

I suppose it doesn't matter what is said or not say anyhow. If it were good news you would have said as much. You are here now, however. At least say if you know the mission was complete or not.

[realists]

We sent the plans. [ she doesn't know for certain if they actually made it to anyone with the alliance, but they sent them. she told cassian that she thought someone was listening even if years of being abandoned with cruel repetition doesn't allow her to trust her own faith after the fact. ]

Thanks to you.

[k_2so]

[There was a long pause again, as if he was running simulations in his head again, calculating. Then, matter of fact like, said:]

The odds that they received the plans is high. I would call that a successful mission. [This is Kay talking here. The pessimistic droid. Maybe he is only saying it in order to be some form of comfort to Jyn and whoever was left. Maybe that was really the odds he ran. He wont ever tell either way.]

If the plans were sent however, that was thanks to everyone on the crew.

[realists]

[ well if kay thinks so, that's enough for jyn. he might lie to cassian for comfort, but she highly doubts he will lie to her. still her frown deepens as she feels guilt twist around her heart again, thinking of all the people who had gone to scarif with them. all the people that didn't leave scarif. ]

Yeah. [ it's not that she's unwilling to give them credit, she gives them all the credit. it's that she doesn't want to think about it period at all. ] We can swap jobs if y'want, but I'm not telling you what it is until you take it.

[ so. ]

[k_2so]

[And with out those people the plans would never have had a chance to send. Kay does not feel bad for any of them None of them but Cassian. They did what had to be done.]

[He realizes a subject change when he hears one however, and he rolls with it.]

If they gave you something asinine like 'modeling' perhaps we should switch. I have been told I have a good figure for it. You on the other hand... well... [he glanced away, as if he can't say.]

[LOOK! Trying to lighten the mood with a sarcastic softly backhanded comment. Bless him.]

[realists]

[ ah you dick. it's perfect, because every instinct jyn has starts with "imma fucking fight" so she reacts instantly, frown wiped from her expression as she pulls a face. ]

Just because you're tall, doesn't mean you're qualified to be a model, Kay.

[k_2so]

[Ah yes. There we go. This feels more like the Jyn he grew to know.]

Just because you are scrawny, doesn't mean you are anymore qualified to be a model, Jyn.

[realists]

[ O F F E N D E D: ] I'm not scrawny!

[k_2so]

[G O O D]

That's not what Cassian said. [KAY! He never said she was scra--oh. Well. He's not LYING. As, you know, Cassian never said it.]

[What, what a dick.]

You said the ship is here? Is that where you are currently located?

[Way to brush it off, Kay.]

[realists]

[ she makes a sputtering noise of offense and frustration because kay is the absolute worst and she is very grateful for that. and annoyed. ]

I'm on Rogue One, it's here, too. In the hangar bay.

[k_2so]

[IF DROIDS COULD SMILE WHEN BEING A LIL' SHIT.... this one would be all large grins right now. Poor Jyn. He is glad she is around to poke at. He also wants to... thank her. For good reason.]

You mean the U-Wing Fighter as well as the SW-0608 are here? Interesting. I suppose fair warning is needed, as I am now headed that way.

[realists]

If you must, [ jyn says grumpily even as she's texting cassian to meet her at the hangar for absolutely no reason at all pertaining to reuniting with his best friend. no, of course not. maybe she propositions him, scandalous. in any case it's not like jyn can know kay is here and not tell cassian.

surprising him is the same as telling. ]

Door's open.

[k_2so]

I must. [He... doesn't mind if it will be a surprise to Cassian. He does want to see that the other is full and in tact. The man does mean a lot to the droid.] It may take a moment however. Did you know this ship is large? I will find my way there however.

See you soon.

[he wont mind seeing Jyn either, actually.]

[realists]

Mhmm. [ she drops the feed, effectively hanging up on him like a jerk but she doesn't think she needs the video feet of kay walking. as exciting as that would be.

she's actually inside the open shuttle, draped across three center seats with her legs dangling off the end like she's debating taking a nap while she waits. one arm dangles toward the floor, communicator caught between her fingers because she doesn't like wearing it properly. it's all about as exciting as kay's walk. ]

[action] --->

[k_2so]

[He doesn't mind. He barely noticed, as he was either talking to others with the device, or just walking. No point in jogging or running. He did run simulations in his head, trying to figure where the other two might have come from or how well any of them survived what they did. All the odds seriously pointed in the wrong direction, so this, all of this, shouldn't be possible.]

[None the less, he was pleased to see the cargo ship in the hanger bay when he got there. Technology he should be able to talk to no less. Good.]

[The door was open, she said, and it was fact. He came up it slowly, almost looking around as if he hoped everyone was really there. Instead he found Jyn dangled over several seats as if she were about to nap.]

I've kept you waiting. Oh my. [Flat. No sincere tone at all about it.]

[realists]

That's because you plod. [ bracing one heel under the edge of the seat, she sits up and pushes her hair back. it's continually irritating how much she has to look up to see him, but it's worse when she's sitting down. tall people are the worst. ]

And if I'd been waiting with bated breath you'd think I was ill.

[k_2so]

[Tall people really are the worst, and he was a taller droid than most people. He looked down at her, watching as she sat up.] I do not plod. [how insulting!] I was simply not in a rush to get here to see you.

[A bit of a lie, really.] You are right however. I would have thought something was wrong.

Jyn Erso. My photoreceptors do not deceive me. [He might actually sound relieved to actually see her.]

[realists]

[ she stands slowly as he admits she's right -- of course she is -- and instead of forcing herself to crane her neck up and up, she steps back to stand on the seat.

she is still shorter than him, but now she won't break her neck looking at him. ]

You missed me. You like me. [ and no one is here to witness it. naturally. ]

[k_2so]

[He watches her as she stands up on the seat. His head drawing up a bit to keep a look at her face.] Do you feel better now? [He had to ask as soon as she was... not as short as before.]

[But her comment of him missing her. LIKING her. He makes a scoffing sound, head drawing up and glancing back the way he came, almost as if making sure no one was there.] Hardly.

[It's a lie. Well, some what of a lie.] You haven't been gone long enough to miss. [He looked back at her, head leveling again and voice ... softening a bit. His words spoken carefully, as if it explains that yes, he likes her.] You... gave me a blaster.