( Kane stands now, shorter than Cersi —- but with the width of a fridge. He offers her a hand, rusted and scarred. )
Y’got yourself a deal.
( a smile creeps over rugged lips. ) I’d hate to be Brigston. .
( now, his eyes come to her, waiting and watching. A curious thing —- she was like a shadow that wanted to be seen. Or something close to it. ) How do I contact you when it’s done.
“Well don’t let them think of you as just that. Some sorta —- I don’t know. . .box. Something of tools. Because y’er more than that. And y’know it.”
“Hey, hey —-“ He raises defensive hands. “I ain’t got all the answers, hell, I’m still putting myself together too, frail. But y’know, being here —- with the Rebellion. It means Y’don’t gotta do it alone. Not anymore.” His head lowers some.
“Maybes it y’er mind trying to tell you something. Maybe trying to give you a look into something that y’er trying to ignore.”
“You don’t need them to. As long as you believe it y’erself.” Mon’s words still ring in his head —- hard to believe only a year ago he had found his way here as well.
“What do y’dream of, then?”
“Hell, don’t we all.” He swings his legs around the rock. “Y’er not with them anymore, you don’t have to hide y’erself.”
“Could smell ya from a mile away, frail. Ain’t no point in turning now.” He’d relax from his breath in, turning his chin over his shoulder to look her way. “Not sleepin’ well?”
( he doesn’t watch her, but her can feel her —- like a sand snake moving against its target. )
You’ve got my ears.
( he matches her with a sly grin, shifting weight to one foot. )
Stubborn bastards like myself usually are. .y’hiring? Thought I’d never see the day.
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Dr. Morgan Vontro, solid state physicist and lead researcher of material systems for Project Celestial Power/Project Stardust. Force sensitive, eventual rebel. Original character for the Catalyst/Andor/Rogue One/OT/Post-Endor Star Wars timelines. Ships with chemistry. MDNI.












