Hey, it's been a while. I hope you enjoy this and I hope it doesn't suck :) If you are confused about the situation between K-2SO and the other character let me know and I'll explain it in a PM.

A Bad Motivator

I was on a reconnaissance mission here in Mos Eisley. We had an observer who would periodically send messages about the status of the Imperial movements in Mos Eisley. One particular message from them was enough to have the Alliance send me there to talk with the observer. When I met up with them, they told me that some Imperial troopers had been transporting goods to sustain several other nearby Imperial outposts on surrounding worlds, since the Hutts never gave the Empire rights to have military stations. I followed our observer to a back alley that led to another alley that was not well used, due to the more "shady" characters that loitered on it.

Once we reached the area, both our spy and I could use stealth tactics to take everyone out and take possession of all the supplies in the building they were using. We contacted the Alliance and they sent several unmarked transport ships to Tatooine. We were able to get all of those supplies back to Yavin 4. They helped give us a modest stock of medical and ration resources. Once they took turns leaving the planet, I decided to stay for a day to limit the chances of the operation being discovered by anyone.

That's when I decided that a drink or two would be a nice way to end the eventual day.

That day would be the last day I ever felt alone.

Cassian walked around Mos Eisley, searching for any type of tavern he could grab a drink or two at. The first few he went by were already having brawls in them, so he decided it would be best not to go into those. He soon found a rather large cantina and entered in. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed that he was the only customer in the bar, with no bartender in sight.

The captain opted for a spot at the bar and slid into one of the seats. He would wait for the bartender to return. After all, he didn't want to go back out in the heat to find a different bar, if there was one nearby.

They'll be along soon enough.

That thought was soon shoved aside as Cassian heard some shouting off near the back of the cantina. It wasn't the typical, loud, drunken yelling. It was sensible and threatening.

Cassian groaned as he stood up from his chair. If he wanted a drink anytime soon, he would have to end the argument that was the result of the shouts he heard. With each step towards the ruckus, the argument began to clear to his Cassian's hearing.

A rough, low voice was heard distinctly first and was a language most common on the world of Kashyyyk. "These are my property. Bought and paid for!"

Then, an electronic, unnatural tone of voice. "Correction. They were your property. However, they are now the property of the Empire."

Cassian edged closer and closer to the open backdoor, peeking slowly outside to see a Wookie and a KX series security droid. He waited and listened to see how far this "conversation" would go. Curiosity got the better of him.

"They are not the Empire's. They are mine and will soon be for my customers."

"Then, consider the Empire your customer and accept the payment from them."

"And what payment is that?"

"Living to run your business another day."

Cassian knew that was the conversation ender. The droid was his target. He had to take it down. But then again, that droid held value. If he could reprogram it, he might be able to pull sensitive Imperial data that the Rebellion could use.

"Hey!"

The droid turned around to face the disturbance, only to be met with concentrated EMP grenade. It crumbled to the ground while several jolts of electricity jumped randomly on the droid's body.

Cassian kicked the door to make sure that he was out before walking over to the Wookie, who was checking over his merchandise. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." The Wookie talked the Galactic standard language, quite a feat for the living being. "My name is Chalmun." He outstretched his hand for Cassian to shake.

And he did. "Cassian."

"I must thank you. Your timing could not have been any better. If you would allow it, all your drinks are on the house."

"I appreciate that. Thanks." He smiled at the cantina owner.

Chalmun glared down at the droid. "You know, I think I need to make a new set of rules for my bar. The first rule being that I won't serve droids."

As Chalmun got to work with hauling in the numerous crates into the cantina, Cassian kneeled down next to the droid. It would take some time and meticulous work. But, soon, he would have more than just data for the Alliance.

He would have a friend.

"So, that's how you get….your drinks for free." Jyn's words were less slurred but her sentences had pauses in them. Her thoughts and her voice were not running at the same speed

"Yes." Cassian stared at the half-empty glass of his drink in his hand. His thoughts were skipping around but were still clear as they came out from his mouth. "Well, that is the true story of how Cassian and I…sort of first met."

Silence fell between them for a bit. They ordered another around and the chatter between them began once more. They went back and forth with experiences they had. Lives that they lived. The cantina grew busy as the day flowed on. They paid no mind to it. They slowly sipped on their drinks and kept exchanging the many details of their lives.

To them, the galaxy that they knew was changing around them. They wouldn't have noticed away. Their galaxy was there at their table, between the two of them.