Cassian walked down the hallways of the Yavin IV base. A man was guiding him down the path he would sooner or later need to learn: towards the commander center.
Colors of brown, green and black ran past him on the small hallways. Cassian somehow felt he was getting dizzier with every step.
He turned left and there was a small entrance at the end of the hallway. The man that guided him patted his back. "Don't worry. Draven is not bad at all." He showed Cassian a small smile. "Well only if you don't piss him off. Then shit's about to go down." The man chuckled at his own joke. Cassian lifted the corner of his lips a little. "Well, kid, good luck in there." The man said and turned around. Cassian looked at the door.
"Well, good luck, Cassian." He said to himself and walked to the door.
As soon as he entered the door, green bright lights hit his eyes, making his head hurt for a few seconds. In front of him there was a white, round kind of table. Opposite from where Cassian was standing, the man who has recruited him was looking him.
Davits Draven.
"Cassian Jeron Andor, am I right?" Cassian nodded. "Please have a sit." Draven said to him. Cassian looked to his left where a small black chair was waiting for him to sit on it. He did as so and looked at Draven straight in the eye.
"I've heard of you and your team and your actions on Fest. I am quite surprised: you saved exactly 39 cities from Imperial abuse-"
"Could have been 50." Cassian said, looking at his hands as he remembered the small child being bitten by a stormtrooper in a small village called Riset. He wanted to help him, but he would have given away his cover.
"You did your best, Andor."
"But I could have done so much better." He just stared at his hands that where set in his lap. He could feel tears coming in his eyes, but he couldn't cry in front of someone who was that important in the Rebellion, which he fought for all these years without realizing it.
"Look, kid, the past is past. We can't change it. But we have something to learn from it so we won't make the same mistakes in the future." Draven said and Cassian lifted his head to face the man. Draven sighed. "I called you here because I want to give you a post here. We've been watching you. You would do a good to the Rebel Allience and even the Galaxy. So me and the other generals would want to give you the post of sergeant in the Rebellion." Draven stood up from his place and walked to Cassian as he sat up. The man patted Cassian's shoulder. "Welcome to the Rebel Alliance, Sergeant Andor."
Cassian smiled at the title. Sergeant. And he knew this was going to be a hell of a ride.
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Rebel Fighter
FanfictionHe's been in that fight since he was 6 years old. He thought he lost everything, but he found something more valuable than what he lost. He found hope.
