Captain Cassian Andor (
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Cassian hates the heat, it makes him feel stupid. That's why he's in Milliways with a tall cold drink near a vent as he works on his datapad.
His work keeps taking him to planets that are humid and he's wishing for an ice planet like where he grew up.
His work keeps taking him to planets that are humid and he's wishing for an ice planet like where he grew up.
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Her smile turns wry. "I'm on Hoth at the moment."
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"There is something of a graveyard of crashed ships on Hoth, and a lot of pirates and other criminals have set up bases for themselves in the wreckage."
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"And of course heating can be rigged up, if you know what you're doing."
She shakes her head. "If I'm lucky, this lot won't have gotten a hold of anything that will drive them insane, or worse."
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"What kind of work have they got you doing where it's hot and humid?"
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"Haven't made much progress into the upper levels of Nar Shaddaa yet, but I did acquire a sky palace as part of my cover as a would be crime lord."
She chuckles. "The decorating scheme is, well it has to be seen to be believed. Want to see some footage?"
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The entrance hall is spectacularly terrible. Someone took a half dozen delicately carved patterns and put ALL of them on the walls of this one room, then entombed them with gilding. There are enough crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that the reflected light is actually painful from certain angles. The furniture is both ornate and hideously uncomfortable looking, delicate Nautolan spirals in shell and pearl shoved up against heavy square wooden furniture from Alderaan decorated with pastoral scenes of livestock herding. A small menagerie of exotic animals appear to have died to make the rugs, and even the CEILING is gilded.
Ibani just waits for Cassian's reaction, rather than saying anything.
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So the chance for warmer weather is sort of welcomed.
"I'm doing alright," he answers. "How's it going with you?"
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He doesn't want to ask too much, given what Cassian's world is like, but Barry does worry about he guy.
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"Right. Well, be careful out there, man."
Barry knows Cassian has a lot of experience and skill at what he does, but Barry still worries.
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