sekkritaus | Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[ Andy isn't sure how she ended up here. Here — taking cover behind a vendor's cart, being shot at in the middle of the damn street.

No, wait. She absolutely knows how. ]

This is your fault.

[ She gives Poe a pointed little glance before trying to peer around the side of the cart without getting shot in the face. ]

I blame you.

[ Poe, arms full of a bag of what he thought were innocent savoury treats, is trying to juggle them to get to the blaster on his hip with little success. So instead he rolls his hip up towards Andy, the corner of his jacket slipping to give her access to the weapon.

Damn he wished he had his blaster rifle right now. ]

How was I supposed to know that the Rothrak skewer vendors were a front for slave trafficking? I am pretty damn sure this is not my fault.

[ A blaster bolt passed right past his head, singing a loose curl and he bellowed at their antagonist: ] Hey! Watch the hair!

[ It really would be too much to ask for them to run an errand just once without it erupting into explosions and blasterfire, wouldn't it? Andy sighs as if she's entirely too old for this, reaching to unholster Poe's blaster from his side. If she's honest, she likes a projectile rifle better herself, but hey, she won't complain in a pinch.

Hearing him call out, she rolls her eyes lightly in a way that's almost a little fond. ]

Don't worry, Dameron. You're still hot. [ Leaning over, she presses a quick kiss to his cheek. ] Wish me luck.

[ Without another word of warning, she bolts out from cover, drawing the attention of their assailants as they exchange fire. ]

Hey, Hey--! What am I supposed to-- [ He starts, but she's already gone, and he clutches his skewers of questionable meat to himself and curses. ]

Dammit, Andy - [ He mutters to himself, weaponless, but at least he's not being fired on. He dashes across the street - and catches sight of a hover speeder left idle at the side of the road. There we go. Much better.

He jumps into it, throwing the food into the back seat and immediately reaching down to grab one of his tools from the handy-dandy toolbelt he keeps around his knee for god knows what reason and started busying himself with hotwiring the speeder.

He tapped his comm with his chin and spoke over the radio to her:]

Buy me two minutes.

[ Over the comm, her familiar wry voice can just be heard over all the chaos: ]

You get one and a half.

[ At least for someone a few centuries old (or older), Andy is surprisingly quick on her feet, guided by her vast experience as much as honed skill. It helps that she's fearless in a firefight — but then again, she is only one woman, and the sooner they get out of the street, the better. She's already giving up ground, backing up towards the speeder as the pressure mounts.

Gods, she swears, if they lose those damn skewers somewhere between here and the ship — ]

[ He curses again, this time over the comm, fingers working as fast as he could make them. ]

Go with Rex, I said. He could use the help, I said. Teach me to leave BB-8 behind ever ag-- Aha! Got it! [ The speeder suddenly lurched to life, and Poe slid down as far in the seat as he could while still being able to see over the dashboard, and then pulled the throttle back hard.

The speeder sped right up to Andy at a break-neck pace, and then - woops, past her.

Or maybe not so woops. With a manoeuvre that would be considered reckless at best, he spun the speeder around right in front of the stall where one of them was firing, turning it so fast that it lurched up impossibly on its side and slammed into it, the anti-gravity not able to catch up immediately. The assailant was thrown back, dropping like a stone, and then the speeder was already righting itself and dashing back toward Andy, two other people yelling at him as he went. ]

Let's get the hell out of here!

[ Dust and air kicks up around her as the speeder blows right by, leaving her squinting through whipping dark hair and debris — which might have been troublesome in a firefight, if Poe wasn't busy being a menace to her attackers with said speeder. As it is, all the shooting more or less comes to a stop as the other two assailants scatter and shout. Gives her the few precious seconds she needs to duck into the passenger's side of their commandeered vehicle.

That was... Definitely something. ]

Ah, fuck. [ She mutters, tugging at her torn sleeve, singed from blasterfire. ] I liked this shirt. [ Then, glancing over her shoulder — oh, great. Were those speeder bikes? ] Hey, we're about to have company.

Well, what's a shopping trip without a good chase scene. [ He took a quick second to glance back behind him where she was looking, and then swore as he turned his full attention back to where he was going. ]

Damn it, they'll be on our ass in no time. Okay. You trust me, right?

[ It was, of course, a rhetorical question - he trusted her with his life and he knew she felt the same - so it was less a question than it was a warning that he was about to do something very dumb.

He turned the speeder on a dime - a sharp 90 degree turn straight down an alley way beside them, barely big enough to fit the speeder. It probably wouldn't deter them, but it might give Poe a few seconds-- ]

See that scaffolding? We're going to be there in less than six seconds and by then it needs to be a ramp.

[ So fire away, honey. ]

[ She doesn't need to be told twice, already lining up her shots the second he points out the scaffolding to her. Ride alongside Poe Dameron enough times, and you start to expect these sorts of things — so she gets one boot up on her seat, crouching instead of sitting to get a line of sight over the windshield before squeezing off a few well-placed blasts.

There's a resounding crash as one end of the scaffolding comes down with a few scant seconds to spare, kicking up a cloud of dust and dirt. Gives her just enough time to get back down into her seat — Scythian or no, nobody likes getting thrown out of a vehicle going at full speeds. ]

Think the whole damn planet probably heard that.

I'll take hearing over seeing - hold on

[ They hit the ramp at full speed, Poe bracing his feet as well as he could as the speeder shook and cried under them as it rocketed up the ramp. Then suddenly - nothing. They were in the air, arcing above the low, flat roofs of the city. ]

Please let my math be right, please let my math be right -- [ He muttered under his breath as they hit the pinnacle of the arc- and then started tipping ground wards again, right towards a perpendicular street with a flat stone walled building past it. A metre off and they'd be going into the wall instead of making it to the roof--

He made it by inches, ridiculous luck tipping in his favour again as they zipped off down the roof, each connected to the last with a couple of feet in between that the speeder cruised over easily. ]

Ha! Damn, I'm good. [ He shot Andy a grin. ]

[ Somewhere in all this — probably while they were midair — Andy has found the opportunity to dig out a cigarette and light it. The damn thing is hanging from her lips, spilling a little ash as they barely make it onto the roof. She doesn't miss a beat, unfazed either by the virtue of her long life or her complete expectation that today won't be the day that Poe's luck finally fails him. Maybe a little bit of both.

The only hint that she might be having a fun is the subtle, upward quirk of her mouth when he shoots her that grin. ]

Yeah, yeah. [ She lets that borrowed blaster rest in her lap as she lifts her hands to put her hair up, smoothing the untamed mess back from her face as she goes on: ] You're alright, I guess. [ Dryly then: ] Better hope this doesn't put the entire fucking place on high alert. If someone collects my bounty today over a bag of skewers...

Definitely going to put the place on alert - but that doesn't mean we can't outrun it. We better ditch this, soon, try to blend back into the crowd on the ground and go by foot before on of the speeder bikes figures out how to get up here.

[ They were bound to find that ramp soon-- ]

You might want to hail Beebee and Rex and let them know that shopping might need to be curtailed--

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Oh yeah? What should I say? [ There's that same half-amused wryness. ] "Hi, babe. Sorry to cut your shopping short, but we shot at some slavetraders and stole a fucking speeder."

[ Although honestly? Rex probably wouldn't even be surprised even if she did say that. At this point, it's almost par for the course where Poe and Andy are concerned. Wherever they go, blasterfire and chaos follows. That was probably true before they even met. Now, it's double the trouble, twice the explosions.

No wonder those bounties are so damn high. ]

I'm ready to jump ship when you are.

Borrowed. We borrowed a speeder.

[ He took a sharp left to avoid plummeting to the ground. ]

Maybe just leave out the reasoning and let him fill in the blanks until we're all back on the ship.

[ They raced along rooftops until Poe spotted a covered market. That would be a soft landing, at least. ]

Grab the skewers, and be ready to jump. Ready? Set--

Now!

[ Annnnd they're jumping. Hopefully Poe's luck holds, because even a Scythian might find it hard to survive hitting the ground from this height — and given the risk, Andy seems unreasonably unconcerned, like she's half-bored of falling through the air — that cigarette still pressed between her lips, her arms full with food and Poe's blaster.

She hits one of the covered market stalls with a whump, bouncing once or twice before she loses enough momentum to roll off and onto her feet. Glancing around to make sure Poe made it in one piece, she juggles things around in her arm to free one hand so she can call Rex up on her comm. ]

Before you ask, everything's fine and nobody's hurt. [ At least Andy is great at sounding calm in chaos. Her pulse is barely quickened. ] But you might want to start heading back towards the ship.

[ While Andy and Poe were off doing what Andy and Poe do best, Rex is in a district not too far away from them - close enough that he can hear some of the merchants murmuring to each other about getting comms about some sort of disturbance. When he'd heard the rumblings of trouble, well. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why that may be. ]

Why am I not surprised? [ If Andy's not worried, he's -- all right, that's a lie. Ordinary people should be worried when Andy's not. But it's a good indication that it's not as bad as things have been in the past. ] How bad as it on a scale of hand-to-hand to rifle?

[ For Rex, of course. Andy's the hand-to-hand expert among them. Rex is the one that handles things on that scale. In the background, there's an inquisitive burble from what is - no offense to Poe - the cutest shopping partner Rex could hope to have. ]

[ Poe's landing isn't as smooth as Andy's - he hits a little too hard and bounces a little to far and lands smack on his face in the dirt. But. He's okay. And he's getting up pretty quickly and dusting himself off as he jogs over to Andy in time to listen in to Rex's reply on the comm. ]

It's, uh - Well - I wish I had my rifle but I think we've got it mostly under control. Hot pursuit, though.

[ Andy glances over as Poe catches up to her, leaning to tuck his blaster back into its holster as she gets her bearings. They're not too far from the ship — not so close that there's no risk of being cut off, but close enough that they can probably make it onboard and past the atmosphere before the entire fucking planet is breathing down their necks.

She picks the nearest alley and ducks into it, heading in the direction of their ship as she quips mildly into her comm: ]

It's fine. He doesn't need his rifle — he's got me. [ And when she hears BB-8's chirping in the background: ] Hi, Beebee. Make sure Rex gets back to the ship in one piece, okay?

[ Why isn't she ever that nice to the humans on this team? ]

[ Maybe they knew someone was on their tail. Maybe they had been intending to get rid of them some other way. Or maybe they hadn't been aware of an additional threat at all, their attention split between their more aggressive pursuers, whatever incredible stunts they were trying to pull off, or trying to keep their precious cargo safe.

Whatever the case, there's the sound of decisive blaster fire behind them, a cry and a thump of a body hitting the floor. When they turn around, Rex is right there, looking for the world like an exasperated housewife who found her precious errands day rudely interrupted. BB-8 may be an incredible droid but he can't fly, which means he's clipped on Rex's side in a harness made specifically for this reason, one arm is entirely occupied by bags, and his last remaining hand holding a recently-fired blaster. ]

We couldn't go one day without incident? [ He complains, as though he doesn't grow bored when things are actually peaceful for a few days at a time. ]

Right. So. Who'd I just shoot?

[ Force, but he loved the two of them. A grin split his lips as soon as Rex appeared, jogging over towards him and completely ignoring the body on the ground as if this was just a natural occurance. ]

Slavers. Trust me, we weren't trying to uncover a slave trafficking ring, but once you do it's a little too late to play nice.

[ He grabs some of Rex's bags and smacks a kiss on his cheek for his trouble. BB-8 gets one, too. To the droid: ]

They've probably got their own comm frequency, buddy- you might be able to scan for them while we get out of here. Or, you know, for no reason in particular, tell me what ships are theirs and where they can be blown u- I mean 'found'.

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[ Andy doesn't spare the cooling body a glance either, instead waiting with one hand on her hip and the other still carrying their precious cargo. Still puffing away at that cigarette too — which has somehow miraculously remained right between her lips this entire time. Her only response is to lightly arch one eyebrow, her expression remaining rather bland. ]

For the record, this is not "meeting us at the ship." [ Dry as ever. But they all know that her "hard as durasteel" exterior doesn't mean she's not pleased to see Rex — or not amused that he should appear with a blaster in one hand and groceries in the other. ] And honestly, this only barely qualifies as an incident.

[ Her attention drifts past Rex and into the street behind them. ]

I hate to rush a reunion, boys, but I'd really like to get all the explosions done before lunch.

[ When Poe kisses him on the cheek, all Rex does is roll his eyes. Oh, sure, he likes it, and sure, he'd be disappointed if that wasn't the greeting he got, but that doesn't mean he's not going to roll his eyes anyway. ]

I can think of worse people to shoot.

[ He hadn't shot to kill, but he has very little tolerance for slavers. He shoots the prone figure again, this time in the head, before he unhooks BB-8 from his harness and lets him wheel freely beside Poe. ]

Besides, I'm not about to let you two have all the fun.

[ He strides up to Andy and unceremoniously shoves a couple of the bags at her. ]

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You didn't happen to bring an extra blaster, did you?

[ He's already kneeling down to powow with BB-8, the droid chirping excitedly as it tracked down a hangar bay. ]

Oh, seriously? Well that makes it a little easier. Hey, guys - [ Turning his shoulder to look at his favourite two people in the universe. ] Turns out their main ship is only one hanger over from ours. A freighter called the Ragged Tear - corellian.

[ Andy sighs, but accepts her share of the burden, both arms now fully laden with bags as she starts off after Poe. Trust the three of them to somehow lump grocery shopping and blowing up slavers into one errand. ]

At least one member of this team knows what's going on. [ Andy's always been soft for Beebee though. ] Let's get this done. I owe those assholes for ripping my shirt.

[ At least the hangar shouldn't be too far from where they are — so long as they don't run into any more trouble. ]

I always have an extra blaster.

[ He always carries a couple of extra blasters. He's spent his entire life dual wielding and he has no intention of stopping carrying a ridiculous amount of weaponry on his person now. He hands his blaster over to Poe. ] Chromium-plated. Be good to her.

[ They probably shouldn't get into a fight with their hands full. Rex should probably put their groceries down so they can get in a fight. But he'd spent a long time shopping for these, damn it, and he'd spent all the credits alloted to them. If someone shoots their groceries, he's just going to have to rip them a new one. He falls into position behind Andy, as he always seems to. ]

So what's the plan?

Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

poe & andy: the worst not-spouses ever

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