AS LONG AS THE STARS ARE ABOVE YOU [A CASSIAN ANDOR x READER STORY]

CHAPTER EIGHT: CONVINCING

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Yavin 4 was unlike anything you'd ever imagined, and yet it was exactly what you imagined at the same time. It was so overwhelming but empowering. The air was whirring with the anticipation of war and the drive for freedom. The air smelled of oil and smoke and through all the sounds of chatter, droids, ships, and machines, it was difficult to hear yourself think. You were absolutely overwhelmed in the best way possible.

You followed Cassian off the U-WING and through the base. Several rebels stopped when they saw him. He greeted them with a curt nod and a small polite smile. You hardly knew the Captain, but you knew he wasn't one for much small talk.

"Are you nervous?" he asked, looking back at you. 

"A little," you admitted. "I don't know what to say." 

"You'll simply say everything that you saw," he said. "You'll tell them your story." 

"And if they laugh at me?" 

He smiled. "That won't happen." 

"I don't know," you said. "It just seems a little silly to believe a girl from Tatooine."

He slowed to a stop, the smile still on his face as he looked at you. "You are not just a girl from Tatooine, Jedi." 

The grin on your face wasn't something you could control. Your feelings for the Captain had changed so much in a matter of hours. And as you stared at the teasing yet kind face of your friend, you felt yourself stand taller with confidence you hadn't felt before. You nodded.

He was right. You weren't just a girl from Tatooine. You were much more than that. You were a Jedi. A daughter, a Kenobi, a rebel. And they would believe the truth because the Rebellion stood for the truth.

"This way," he said, his hand falling on the small of your back to guide you the right way. Your skin felt strange under the touch of his fingertips, even though it was as light as a feather behind you. "We'll find Mon Mothma and tell her what you saw."

In a dark room full of strange looking screens and rebels hard at work, you found yourself thrust directly into the center of rebellion. You were so distracted until Cassian murmured your name --- your name sounded so ridiculously beautiful coming from his lips and you hated how it made your heart jump when you heard it --- and you looked at him. He nodded towards a table that was surrounded by people in uniform.

"There," he said. His eyes were on them and his steps were quick and eager.  "Now I will introduce you and then you will explain---"

"Captain Andor."

Cassian's head turned and his steps slowed. You followed his gaze to the figure stepping into the room, his hands behind his back. "General Draven."

General Draven was a man with a stern face and light, thin hair. "I must admit, I was surprised when you contacted us. We all were. Everyone here feared you had been lost forever to us, Captain."