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Fresh meat hadn't been too much of a problem for her when she was out on the road, one of the dragons usually dropping a flank of something roasted or raw for her. It would take some doing to work with that with this man if she traveled with him, that or they'd have to give up that pretense and she'd have to hunt for her own meat. Or he would. But she did have coin; sewn into the linings on everything she wore. It weighed her down quite a bit, but it was worth it to have coin on hand.

The last bit of his request, however, had her frowning as she looked over at him. Help him? Help him how? As a woman must a man? Or was there something here she was missing. The quality of his voice said that may be the case. He was too fair of face and form to lack for the other if that was truly what he needed. "Help you how, ser? I am only one woman."

He glanced around for a moment, then said, quietly, "There isn't much I can remember, beyond a year or so ago." Not completely the truth, he remembered the pounding of drums in blood-soaked nightmares, but that wasn't something she needed to know. "All I know is that there's something in the north that I could almost remember."

He let out a shaky breath. "But I don't know what it is, and--I doubt it'll be all that pleasant. All I ask is that you help me find it."

Whatever she'd been expecting him to say, that hadn't been it. She looked up at him, amethyst eyes meeting stormy blue ones as she weighed his words and his offer. She needed to find out more of the truth of this land, less fables and lies fed to her by sycophants and more of what was truly being said, what was needed here before she waged her own war.

He didn't want her body or her gold. More her company and... what? Help to find memories he'd lost himself? Perhaps it would give her the time she needed to find the real Westeros under the lies. Perhaps this was some hand of the fates guiding her to a companion that had no ulterior motives for her, who relied on her as opposed to the other way around.

Perhaps that was exactly what she needed. "I will, as long as you'll have me, and I'll do my best to help you find these lost memories of yours."

Her eyes were violet, and there was something there, something he could nearly recall, from rumors and hearsay. Still--it couldn't be, right? Besides, he needed help, he couldn't deny that, and she seemed more trustworthy than the people around them. He just hoped that whoever he was had been a half-decent judge of character before.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded, relaxing visibly. "Thank you. And--whatever you'll need of me, aside from my horse, I would gladly give."

"Your company will be enough, as will your sword if we happen upon those with ill intent. Do you have plans to head out soon, or were you planning on bedding down here this night?"

His relief was visible and Daenerys could detect no facade to go alone with it. The poor man was clearly distraught over the lack of his memories and wished to find at least some peace. Perhaps Dany could atone for the lives she'd lost through carelessness and the wrong choices. Perhaps it was only a small drop in the bucket against her sins, but it was a drop. "You can call me Dany, since you must call me something while we're in each other's company."

"I was thinking I'd sleep here for the night, if there was a spare bed, but I could change my plans if you want me to."

He paused for a moment, his fingers tapping out an absentminded beat on the wood. Right--names. How many names had he gone by, on the way north? "Rickard," he decided, finally. It seemed...not right, none of them ever were, but familiar enough. "If you have to call me anything, call me that."

"I prefer to travel by night, but if you're tired, you can sleep in the saddle." There wasn't a Dothraki alive who couldn't eat, shit, sleep, or do anything they could on the ground on horseback. Daenerys had learned what she could while she could, and she could keep a sleeping man in the saddle with her. "I find it better to avoid those who prey on travelers."

And her dragons could escort them unseen, which was most definitely an asset.

we're reaching critical failure, sir. permission to proceed with panicking?

[ what is she talking about what is failing why is he sir who knows it is a mystery. ]

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i broke a window

it was in the way

sorry

As long as you don't break any more windows coming in, I guess it's fine. You know you can just knock on the door, though, right?

[Shit, fuck.]

where are you [That is to say, permission granted, he's panicking already too. He might be holstering a few weapons just in case.]

it's easier to replace a window than a door

and i don't like your neighbors

cockpit. trying to salvage any aerial lift before our inevitably collision with the planet's surface. using our marshmallow-petroleum fusion as a cheaper alternative to fuel was a grave miscalculation.

[ yeah it's a game, sry buck. ]

Most of them are good people. [Most.] I thought you liked Mrs. Randall's cookies.

[You know, the very delicious chocolate chip cookies that he conveniently forgot on the kitchen counter before heading out.]

[ ... dammit. those cookies were awesome. let's try that again, then. ]

your neighbors don't like me

[...oh.]

you can panic now

or find something less marshmallow-y

Some of them are a little scared of you. [He's working on that part.] But I think they're okay with you, for the most part, window breaking aside.

they look at you different

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[ she would be so warmed to know he panicked for her. ]

can't. the men ate the bananas and the rice in violent protest. not gonna lie, sir, it's a messy situation. we could use your guidance.

[ bring the guns!! ]

[ she can juggle contacts like it's going out of style, but sometimes there just aren't enough of them to go around. the rebellion can always use more recruits - more soldiers to stand up to the empire, more pilots to break blockades, more civilians to pour their soul into the operation - and for the ones who don't find their own way in, ahsoka's been known to go looking.

once upon a time, in a terrible place, she'd met a wookie. later, when the galaxy was striving to be made of nothing but terrible places, she learned that that same wookie had been instrumental in saving a jedi, the same way he'd helped to save her. and so she'd kept chewbacca in mind, noting whenever he came up in rebel intelligence, but not seeking him out. until now, at least, when he'd greeted her with a hug and told her about his journeys with a human and directed her away from the spaceport and into the cantina.

which brings her to now: looking for the person that seems like han solo and moving to sit herself beside him, uninvited. ]

You wouldn't be Captain Solo, would you?

[Han Solo does not, as a general rule, do jobs for the Rebel Alliance.

They want to take down the Empire? Good for them! Han applauds their determination, really. He just thinks they're most likely doomed, considering all the resources that the Empire has at its disposal, and he doesn't want to get caught up in the fallout should this Rebel Alliance go badly. Fallout does not, generally, mean good things financially.

And he wants to be alive to spend his money, thanks.

Still, money's tight these days, and he'd really rather not get into debt with Jabba the Hutt, of all people to owe money to. He's already considering that move when Chewie pops back in to tell him that he found them a friend, and, joy of joys, one who can pay. (Later he will regret taking Chewie's word at that.) All Han has to do is park his ass in the cantina--which he was already doing, if somewhat more depressively--and wait.

So Han waits, doing his best to look calm and casual. For the most part he succeeds, but the very fact that he picked a seat with the best view of the entrance says something about how anxious he was.

Someone sits next to him. He smiles, charming and roguish. It's the sort of smile that hangs a neon smile on his neck and screams hey, don't trust me, I'm a criminal!]

As a matter of fact, I am. [He turns to her.] You're Chewie's friend? [Casual talk, feeling out the potential client and giving nothing away. She might give him his next big score.]

[ his smile - such an obvious tell for his type even if she couldn't read him in the force - makes her smile back at him. but her smile is soft and patient, the smile of someone who keeps her cards close while she treats everybody like a friend.

she realized a few years ago that it's a jedi master sort of smile, but she doesn't mind. it worked well for them, after all. ]

I am. [ the slightest of nods. ] The big guy and I go way back. I'm just glad I was able to track him down.

[Something about that smile of hers makes him think, well, this'll be a bit harder than I thought. That's fine, Han's always been up for a challenge, and he raises his glass to her in a mock toast. Where does Chewie even find these people, he wonders.]

I'm glad too. A friend of his is a friend of mine. [Even more if they can pay, and pay a lot.] What can I do for you?

I have some things that need to move past the Empire.

[ a serving droid appears and she pauses long enough to order a drink- something light and sweet. when it leaves, ahsoka leans forward, resting an armoured arm on the table between them. ]

And then I'll need some things to come back with you.

[The smile drops off, then, and he downs the contents of his glass pretty quickly. Damn it, Chewie, where do you even find these people, and why does Han keep getting tangled up with them?]

I can do the first part--fair warning, though, it'll cost you. The second--

[--it's a lot more complicated, and smacks of rebellion. Han scrubs a hand over his face, lets out a long breath. Damn it all, he can't turn her down flat out, he needs the cash.]

Depends on what things, exactly. And that'll cost you extra.

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what does the dragon-wolf say - ki ki ki ki ki kiya

cha-cha-cha something whatever kneel before us before we roast you and rip you apart

That sounds about right.

yep exactly right

Death to the Lannisters?

something like that

Lannisters, Freys, and anyone who sucks =)

WAIT I THOUGHT OF A BETTER ONE

also this

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sup han we're doin an au

but i don't WANNA be a rebel M O M

you're gonna be a rebel and you're gonna LIKE IT

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