'It's cold as hell out here...where's that damn smuggler?' Cassian Andor was not a man who liked to wait. Especially when the man he was waiting for had weapons that were very important to his organization. As he sat down on the edge of a floating platform hanging high above the gas clouds of Bespin, Andor waited for the roar of engines. He had enough when the bald cyborg gave him trouble when he first emerged into the landing pad. He got more annoyed when the red twin pod police ships threatened arrest since he was "...guilty of resisting arrest, and disobeying the orders of the law of Cloud City." And now he had to wait for some random smuggler? This guy was supposed to be fast ('Didn't he clear the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs?').
The light of day was fading on the platform. Cassian had almost given up hope. However, a new feeling arises within him as a beaten up Corellian YT-1300 Freighter appeared on the horizon. The ship sputtered as it came down upon the platform, leaning back slightly as it descended. The hydraulic rams opened the ramp, a small puff of smoke being released.
"You were supposed to be here hours ago,-" Cassian didn't want to admit it, but he had forgotten the name of the man who flew the supplies to him. However, he didn't had enough time to think, as a large Wookiee exited the ship, a large crate in his arms. The bowcaster on his back let Andor know that this wasn't someone he wanted to mess with.
"Han Solo. Why is that so hard to remember? Chewie, is my name really that forgettable?"
The Wookiee roared, shrugging his broad shoulders. "Oh, and Chewbacca is /so/ easy to remember."
The ship's 'captain' brushed back his hair, as the wind had blown it into his face. "That'll be 3,000 credits for the ride and 15,000 for securing the goods." Solo extended his hand, looking somewhat bored, as if he'd done this hundreds of times before and was completing this action as if he were a banker droid.
Cassian allowed a chuckle to exit his lips. He pulled out a small box from his bag. "Solo, you agreed upon 8,000 for the entire operation with my superiors, so that's what you're getting." This immediately turned out to be a bad move. Solo turned to his copilot, and seemingly the only other crew member, and nodded his head.
The Wookiee dropped the crate dangerously close to the edge of the platform, and stepped forward. The brute (Chewbacca, was it?) lifted his arms and roared at Andor, aiming his mighty voice directly at the Rebel's face. "Alright, alright, fine. Go to Yavin IV. Request General Dodonna, and tell him I sent you. If he doesn't believe you, give him this code cylinder." Cassian withdrew a small, silver object from a pocket on his jacket, handing it to the smuggler, who quickly put it into one of his many vest pockets. Along with the cylinder, Cassian tossed the box of credits to the Wookiee, who put in between his furry chest and the bandolier across his torso, holding it in place purely with tension. 'Chewie' smiled, and picked up the crate of contraband weapons and placed it near Cassian's feet. The captain of the freighter gave a quick salute to Andor, turning on the ball of his foot, and put his arm in front of the Wookiee. Quickly, the hulking alien placed the credits in his hand, growling something in his native language. Apparently it was funny to Solo. Cassian had a sneaking suspicion it was about him.
In any case, he was glad the transaction was over. As he turned on the repulsed to help carry the cargo to his own ship, a beeping came from his pocket. "Damn..." he pulled his holprojector out of it's usual holding spot, pressing the small button to answer the summons, "...yeah, Tusso?" An Imperial droid, with extremely lanky limbs, stood in miniature upon the small object.
"Cassian, do you have those weapons?" The droid said, a slight worry in his vocals (as much worry as a droid can express). Andor nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Good. Come to Chopper Base. There's a...pressing matter." As the droid turned his head, Cassian heard blaster fire and the explosion of proton bombs, and screaming. A voice that the Rebel recognized as that of a young Jedi learner (Ezra, if he was remembering correctly) screamed out in pain. If a Jedi had been taken out, something must be extremely wrong. The base was in a secret location.
"This is very bad." K-2SO muttered as he turned off his holoprojector. Cassian kicked the crate, pushing it aboard his U-Wing. He had to hurry.