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tboyandor · 4 months

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andor rewatch one-shots: episode 1.01 kassa

so I'm rewatching Andor for the fourth time, and I've decided I'm going to try and write one-shot per episode, set during the episode!

this one is set during episode 1, right after Cassian gets back from Morlana One.

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The first thing Cassian did after landing the ship in Ferrix’s yard was collapse onto the ship’s cot. All the adrenaline that had been coursing through him during his encounter with the corpos, and the aftermath, running through the rain-soaked streets of Morlana One, flying the ship up and out of there, getting back to Ferrix in one piece, had left his body as soon as he landed. The only thing he felt in his body now was a profound, bone-deep weariness.

He truly hadn't wanted any surprises. All he wanted that night was something that could get him one step closer to finding his sister.

Cassian sat down, and swung his legs up onto the cot, pulling a thin, green blanket haphazardly across his legs. He lay on his back and stared up at the battered ceiling of the ship. His body was tired, exhausted, even, but his mind still circled one thought over and over again:

Kerri.

Had he gotten any closer to finding her? Yes and no. It was possible she had worked on Morlana One, but if she had, she was gone now, and the trail had gone cold. He had no other leads to follow.

Despair threatened to overwhelm Cassian at that thought, but he held it off, redirecting his thoughts down another channel.

He thought about the corpos who had ended up at the wrong end of his blaster earlier that night, and it dawned on him that if Kerri had worked in that place, people like them would have been her customers. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach, and he shivered, whether out of rage or discomfort he couldn't tell.

Cassian curled onto his side, facing the metal wall of the ship.

She would be an adult, now, just like him, he reminded himself. She could make her own choices, and if she'd survived this long she could probably take care of herself.

That thought didn't help to untie the knot in Cassian’s stomach, however.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember her as she had been the last time he saw her.

She was so small. Her big, brown eyes looked into his with an unreadable expression. As if she knew, somehow, that he would never come back. Had he known?

Of course he hadn't, nor could she have, but he remembered the feeling of something tugging at his heart, even as he turned and walked away, excited to go off somewhere with the big kids for once.

I never should have left that day, Cassian thought, and turned over onto his back, breathing hard through the pain in his chest.

He remembered what she felt like tucked against his side, or curled up with him at night, how they were always together, rarely out of each other's sight, usually walking around hand-in-hand.

He just wanted to hold her hand again, to give her a hug. He wanted her to be safe, and he wanted to help keep her safe.

Where are you? He thought, and he felt his throat closing up and tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Cassian pressed the heels of his hands against his eyelids, suddenly afraid of falling apart under the weight of his grief and being unable to pick up the pieces again.

What if he never found her? What if he died without ever seeing her again?

The most terrible possibility of all flashed through his mind before he could stop it:

What if my sister is dead?

The words he'd heard again and again over the years which had always been too horrible to accept surfaced in his mind once more:

There were no survivors on Kenari.

Cassian made a sound he hardly recognized as coming from himself, then: somewhere between a high-pitched whine and a heaving sob. He felt the grief and despair he'd been trying to fight off all night consume him all at once.

Tears ran down his cheeks from behind his hands, and he turned back onto his side, tucking his head slightly under his blanket in an attempt to muffle the sounds he was making, in case anyone he knew was wandering the shipyard at night.

He sobbed till he was out of breath, and fell asleep soon after.

That night, Cassian dreamed of his last day on Kenari. He dreamt that he woke up to the sight of Kerri's face peering at him, and her voice calling his name.

Then he actually woke up.

It was Bee who had been calling his name.

“C-C-Cassian!”

He woke up with a jolt, and looked over to see Bee’s face inches from his own, and their stuttering voice loud in his ear.

“Bee,” Cassian murmured, his voice hoarse.

His eyes felt raw from crying so much the night before; he rubbed them with one hand while he stretched the other out to rest on Bee’s head.

Bee lifted his head into Cassian’s touch, and whirred at him quizzically.

“You’ve been c-c-crying,” the droid observed after a moment.

“Yeah,” Cassian said, turning to look at Bee, unsure what else to say.

“Why?”

“My sister,” Cassian replied, swallowing thickly.

“Oh,” Bee responded, understanding in their voice. “I'm s-s-sorry, Cassian.”

Cassian's chest hurt, but at this moment, it was due not just to his grief, but also to his love and appreciation for his odd little friend of so many years.

“Thanks, Bee,” he said, and sat up, swinging his legs down in front of the droid.

He looked into Bee’s eye for a moment, and Bee looked back at him the same way they always did. Cassian felt the beginnings of a smile on his face. He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against the battered top of Bee’s head, and wrapped his arms around the sides of his little, metal body.

Bee whirred happily. As a child, Cassian used to fall asleep hugging them like this.

“I love you, Bee,” he said softly.

“I love you t-t-too,” Bee responded immediately.

Cassian pulled away after another moment, and stretched a little, running his hands through his hair and then wincing at the pain in his bruised and broken knuckles.

“You are h-h-hurt.”

“I'm okay.”

Bee made a sound that indicated he was unconvinced.

“Physically, I mean,” Cassian corrected himself.

Bee made the sound again.

Cassian sighed heavily, and looked down at his hands, realizing he probably should fix them up.

“Okay, you win,” he said to Bee with a small smile, and then turned his attention to his hands, and started asking Bee about the current state of things on Ferrix.

Kerri still stood, alone, as he had left her all those years ago, somewhere in Cassian's mind, but it would be quite a while before he could bear to look at her again.

#cassian #kerri #b2emo #fic #my fic #cassian andor #andor #andor 1.01 #andor fic #andor fanfiction #andor series #star wars andor

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jake-and-amy-are-married · 7 months

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Andor Anniversary pre-game

Whenever the name 'Cassian' or any of its variations is mentioned:

Episode 1:

A thousand thank yous to @staticwaffles for being the most patient guide anyone could have ever had!

Here is my first-ever gifset ever, y'all.

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theredandwhitequeen · 2 years

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Andor thoughts episode 1 It is filmed so darkly it’s hard to see in the beginning Cassian my beloved Bby 5 or 5 years before the battle for Yavin Flashbacks baby Cassian He has a sister, Bix He owes money He killed 2 people Kenari The new droid is adorable Ferrix Episode 2 Pockets of formenting Kenari mining disaster, Armed and dangerous Luthen Rael Maarva Trying to get Cassian for murder from Security HQ I love the planet he’s on Episode 3 Flashbacks Luthen and Bix both know about Cassian’s past Maarva Bee Past - Maarva found him and saved him Searching for Cassian Luthen and Cassian Corporate authority How Cassian got the things he stole from empire How do you know about you? Don’t you want to fight these bastards for real? Bix Firefight Timm dead Officer hiding, tied him up Tied the ship to stuff, funny Escaped Bix rescued

I really like it so far. Andor is one of my favorite Star Wars characters. This is so good. I’m excited to see the next episode.

#andor #my thoughts #1.01 #1.02 #1.03 #cassian andor

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staticwaffles · 5 months

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