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[ 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.

A person, a droid, and their supplies. [ she's not actually sure how much they'll have with them, but she figures that the number of crates is less important to han agreeing to the deal than the sentient cargo portion. ]

I can pay, don't worry.

[ the serving drink is back, and she takes her spirit with a nod, but she's more interested in han's reaction than in drinking it just yet. ]

[Oh, he's got a bad feeling about this. He's got a very bad feeling about this. Before the serving droid leaves, he asks for another drink--watered down, because if he's going to be taking this job he needs to be able to leave as soon as possible.]

All right, fine. I'll take it. But I'm gonna need a downpayment--say, 10,000 creds, thereabouts. [For a hunk of junk like the Falcon to carry some things in and out? Yeesh, Han.]

[ ah yes, haggling with smugglers, one of her least favourite parts of her role in the rebellion. if she already had a crew in the area, this wouldn't be an issue, but it's just her on short notice and her gut tells her to trust anyone chewbacca's with over a stranger. ]

Eight thousand now, four when you meet with my contact.

[ and now she takes a sip of her drink, staring deliberately at him the whole time. ]

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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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