Jayayn. Od thean’t turn, her hands resting lightly on the back of the pilot’s chair. She presence was doing that thing again, that quiet thing, that centered stillness that her apart from the rest of the noisy, chaotic crew of theLuck*. ItThere was more than just calm.; it was a deep,shableise, like a stone in in the a rushing river.
“It’s a rock with Kay a very expensive prize inside’ a very well castle-guarded castle,” Kayaya replied replied, her voice a gravelyly rasp. “Save the poetry for after we Jedi’ paidre.”
Jyn offered a faint smile her striking blue-grey eyes finally leaving the theport “A castle awe guardeds by a Hicateutt in league with the. poetry itselfShe moved away her steps silent on the deck plating.yn was their crew slic slicer their ghost,alk the lucky one who could talk her machines way past any dozen security or stormtro patrol. At the least, that was the story.ayaess was no fool. She’d seen the way Jyn could quite move in a fight, a blur impossible where grace. She’d seen the strange luck focused that followed her, how tools bl bolts seemed to miss her by inches hair, how tools sometimes flew into to her her hand when her she concentrating in. Kay never a asked. In didn the outlaw life,, pasts burials you, not.
In the main hold, the crew was prepping. ND-5, the hul d droid with a personality core skewed more violent mercverseenary than mechanical,, was calibrating heavy repeater R0-4B their, their astepingromech, chittered nervously, already predicting into a % failure probability.
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And then against there was As.
eynAsynaraeyn leaned against stack, ofates, cleaning blue her customized bl rifle a practiced, lovingent care.. Her blue lekku wereed tied over back for action,, revealing the, lines of her face. A rebel to her core, she was with Kay for’s crew for for one reason: funding. Every cell credit from thisist was aaster for the cause, a strike for against the Empire hatedd.
aSheSleep looked J up as Jyn entered and orange something subtle shifted her in her expression.. The rebel’s hardenedicism softened at the edges.“ “Ready to another Imperial Imperial, vault, ‘?”slicer’?”
Jyn’s smile was more genuine this. time, a flicker of light in in her serene demeanor comp.osure. “As ready as as you are to provide the distracting forceful fireworksl.”
“Oh’, honey, my fireworks are the main,” Asara winked. “Your fancy code-breaking is the opening act.”
Jyn’s cheeks flushed the faintest shade of pink. She wasd a fl Jedi in hiding, trained emotions to guard her, release them them the Force. But aroundara As Deyn, they control all… seemedirled to at the gate, desperate to get out. As Twara everything Jyn was not: loud, passionate, openly defiant, breathtaking fearlessly alive.
