“Maybe all we had has always been right
Think of all the love you gain when you send it over
Think of all the wool I’ve spun to be here tonight”
A good intelligence officer should not have any tells. They should never, under any circumstances, endanger the mission by falling for and sleeping with their partner. It was a very good thing, then, that Cassian was currently on furlough because he was failing miserably on both counts.
For the first time in many years, a mission—the mission—was not his responsibility. He would let others handle it. On Mon Mothma’s orders, no less! He silently admitted that he felt guilty for feeling so free and happy so soon after the events of Scarif, especially with the Princess still missing, but for once …show more content…
I am sure they are engaging company.”
Cassian had been arguing with Kay for the better part of an hour as he and the others packed their rucksacks for the hike. They had all grabbed their respective things from their quarters, an extra changes of clothing, protein packs, and their weapons of choice. Kay, as always, stood nearby, hunched over, refusing to lift a hand.
“The damp Cassian. Yavin 4 is a jungle moon, Cassian. I have circuits. Damp is not the ideal environment for a droid. I could short circuit. Would you like that, Cassian? Would Jyn like for me to short circuit?”
“Would we get a little peace and quiet if you did?” questioned Cassian innocently, as he slipped an extra piece of fruit into his bag.
Kaytoo huffed but didn’t retort. He did however, Cassian noticed, give a small kick to Jyn’s bag as soon as Cassian turned his back. Chirrut smiled and even Baze gave a small smirk. Jyn, on the other hand, shot the droid a look of annoyance and rested her hand upon her holster threateningly. Cassian pretended not to …show more content…
Secretly, she was afraid about being split up after their furloughs and recoveries were over. Those days were fast approaching, and with daily trips into the jungle it was hard to deny. Chirrut could only be so convincing. Even Mothma would ask them back eventually, her good faith run out, especially if the plans were truly lost… She pushed those thoughts away and threw herself fully into the mission of finding the ruins. Jyn, brave, reckless, self-interested survivalist, always had to have a mission. Her new mission was not about surviving. It was about living. About letting herself to take the time she needed and about not letting time slip away too fast. She promised herself that she would not run from Cassian or the others. She didn’t know if Cassian had enough clout with Draven and Mothma to keep them all together, but she hoped… After hiking for the entire morning and well into the afternoon, they came upon a cluster of ancient temples that could be miniatures of the great temple. The tallest of them couldn’t have been but half the size of the real thing, but it was still a curious site. The base on Yavin 4 was strangely modernized for the Alliance’s purposes, outfitted with screens, scanners, and a War Room. These temples, on the hand, were slowly being reclaimed by the earth. Vines wrapped around stone, cracked and crippled. The ground had not been trod
Think of all the love you gain when you send it over
Think of all the wool I’ve spun to be here tonight”
A good intelligence officer should not have any tells. They should never, under any circumstances, endanger the mission by falling for and sleeping with their partner. It was a very good thing, then, that Cassian was currently on furlough because he was failing miserably on both counts.
For the first time in many years, a mission—the mission—was not his responsibility. He would let others handle it. On Mon Mothma’s orders, no less! He silently admitted that he felt guilty for feeling so free and happy so soon after the events of Scarif, especially with the Princess still missing, but for once …show more content…
I am sure they are engaging company.”
Cassian had been arguing with Kay for the better part of an hour as he and the others packed their rucksacks for the hike. They had all grabbed their respective things from their quarters, an extra changes of clothing, protein packs, and their weapons of choice. Kay, as always, stood nearby, hunched over, refusing to lift a hand.
“The damp Cassian. Yavin 4 is a jungle moon, Cassian. I have circuits. Damp is not the ideal environment for a droid. I could short circuit. Would you like that, Cassian? Would Jyn like for me to short circuit?”
“Would we get a little peace and quiet if you did?” questioned Cassian innocently, as he slipped an extra piece of fruit into his bag.
Kaytoo huffed but didn’t retort. He did however, Cassian noticed, give a small kick to Jyn’s bag as soon as Cassian turned his back. Chirrut smiled and even Baze gave a small smirk. Jyn, on the other hand, shot the droid a look of annoyance and rested her hand upon her holster threateningly. Cassian pretended not to …show more content…
Secretly, she was afraid about being split up after their furloughs and recoveries were over. Those days were fast approaching, and with daily trips into the jungle it was hard to deny. Chirrut could only be so convincing. Even Mothma would ask them back eventually, her good faith run out, especially if the plans were truly lost… She pushed those thoughts away and threw herself fully into the mission of finding the ruins. Jyn, brave, reckless, self-interested survivalist, always had to have a mission. Her new mission was not about surviving. It was about living. About letting herself to take the time she needed and about not letting time slip away too fast. She promised herself that she would not run from Cassian or the others. She didn’t know if Cassian had enough clout with Draven and Mothma to keep them all together, but she hoped… After hiking for the entire morning and well into the afternoon, they came upon a cluster of ancient temples that could be miniatures of the great temple. The tallest of them couldn’t have been but half the size of the real thing, but it was still a curious site. The base on Yavin 4 was strangely modernized for the Alliance’s purposes, outfitted with screens, scanners, and a War Room. These temples, on the hand, were slowly being reclaimed by the earth. Vines wrapped around stone, cracked and crippled. The ground had not been trod