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When Cassian opens the door, he does it quietly as he's leaving the medbay earlier than he should, as he spots the Bar, he smiles to himself. As he walks in, he tucks his shirt in a little tighter to hide that there's bacta on his side and starts towards the counter with his datapad.

Once he gets there, he orders caf and waffles, he gets a note that he answers in Festian, "I'm on pain medicine and I'm going to sit and work."

Then he finds a seat near the fire with good sight lines and no one behind him as he begins looking through the intel he collected.

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Eden is silent as usual as he approaches through the rafters, but he's not keeping to the shadows or really trying to hide. He transitions fluidly into hanging upside down by his knees as he reaches Cassian.

"Oh, hey, are those waffles for me? Cool. What'cha doing?"

Cassian's aware of who's around him and does glance up to the rafters at points but he's deep into a complicated snare of payoffs when Eden appears.

Automatically he reaches for the blaster at his hip and then stops when he sees its Eden, "No, they're for me, order your own, some work."

Eden's already reaching for the waffles when he hears Cassian's reply. He pauses, then pulls his hand back, folding his arms.

"That's so cruel. I feel taunted," he says, mournfully. Then: "What kind of work? Have you stopped bleeding?"

"Yes, its healing up. Just some research. Have you had your test yet?"

A rat comes by and Cassian orders Eden waffles.

"Sure! Yesterday. The repair Moogles are super mad at me, 'cause I broke some windows and scraped the tiles off some rooftops."

"What were you doing to cause such damage?"

Broken windows can happen from bombs, people knocking against them, but then that keyblade seemed like it could do a lot of damage.

"Fighting a huge Heartless. It was, like, nought-point-eight Cassians tall."

Well, maybe three Cassians tall. Details.

"It wasn't real, but I couldn't tell the difference, personally."

"But you beat it?"

If it wasn't real, would it have hurt Eden? How would you simulate a Heartless? He knows what's possible with ships and even that only works to a certain point.

"Sure! Totally. Super easy, barely even had to try. Clearly, I'm amazing."

"That's good. Does that mean you'll be allowed other places?"

From what he'd said, earning trust was a part of the test.

"I can go to other worlds on Heartless Suppression missions now. Or -- on a provisional basis, I guess? Could change, depending on what happens on my first few missions."

"Congratulations. Do you know when you'll have your first mission?"

"Could be whenever. There's a big board in each of the Unions where they get posted up. I'll get around to checking it eventually, unless someone else from my dorm insists on dragging me along on one of theirs."

"That makes it easier. Who chooses who's in charge of these missions?"

It took him time to earn the right to lead a mission and a lot of showing what he could do.

"In charge? I guess whoever decides to officially take the mission," Eden says, giving an upside down shrug. "By default, at least."

"That seems disorganized. What happens if someone's not a good leader?"

Not everyone is and that can make bad missions end even worse.

"You seem disorganised," Eden replies, cheerfully. "I guess if someone's a bad leader, then the mission goes badly, right? And everyone's like 'you're not very good at this' and they're like 'I know this, and I am ashamed.' Unless they don't come back to town, I guess."

Cassian shakes his head and smiles, that seems to be how Eden insults, tossing something back. Its hard to know the risks from what Eden says,

"Have people not come back? How dangerous are these missions?"

Eden thinks this over for a moment, very solemnly. "Well, it's fighting Heartless, right? A single keybearer can take on a whole horde of weaker Heartless, but might struggle with a stronger one, and all of them are drawn to the keyblade."

Beat.

"Don't know how many people don't come back, though. It's not like there are daily statistics on it or anything."

"What happens when a Heartless wins a fight?"

How much do these keybearers know about what they're fighting?

"That's simple: You vanish into darkness, never to be seen again," Eden says, waving his fingers. "It's life or death, y'know? Not much room for mistakes."

"I do, yes. Then I hope your first mission goes safely,"

He'd miss Eden but that's not something that's said aloud. Death's always too close in the Rebellion, sometimes it seems as if you mention it then something bad happens.

Dark jokes but nothing too serious, don't speak aloud about what it would feel like if someone's gone, because they probably will be.

"No worry of that. We've already established that I'm very excellent."

He tilts his head.

"What're you researching, anyway?"

"Good, I look forward to hearing the stories of your exploits. Hyperspace routes,"

Partly true, he's looking over which routes the Empire's using and trying to find some patterns.

"Ugh, that sounds boring, why are you researching that? Haven't other people already researched them so that you don't have to?"