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

[fulcra]

[ 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.

[carbonfrozen]

[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?

[fulcra]

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.

[carbonfrozen]

[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.

[fulcra]

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. ]

[carbonfrozen]

[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.]

[fulcra]

[ 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. ]