Hey guys, I started this story a while ago and realised that I'd forgotten to post it here. So here goes, I'm expecting maybe about 30 chapters, at least that's what I've got plotted through, and I've got good notes for the first 15 chapters. Anyway, the movie as I mentioned takes place immediately after Siberia, hope you guys like, please remember to subscribe and comment if you like. I don't own any of the characters here, I'm just playing in someone else's sandbox!
So far, the story includes references from Killjoys and Madam Secretary, anyway hope you like the story
"Alright, well you guys know what we're doing here don't you?" Darcy started to rotate her neck around gently.
She didn't want to have to deal with a sore and stiff neck before she entered into this mission.
"Yeah, we get in, and we get out, no muss, no fuss, right?" Jyn checked with her friends as she shook out her limbs.
"I knew I should have let you give her that awful book of puns; she only seems to come out with clichés now. She can't seem to speak without entering in an awful pun or clichés. There is nothing more irritating on this backwards hellhole of a planet!" Cassian grumbled, rolling his eyes at his friends.
"Let me just get one thing clear Andor; you didn't control me in the last Universe. So, what in the name of Coruscant makes you think you'll control me here or anywhere in the future? If I want to make the most annoying clichés I can think of, then I damn well will!" Jyn retorted to the man, already beginning to become irritated with the man.
"Alright, that's enough, what is the plan Cassian?" Darcy tried to remind the two standing in front of her before they got even further off topic.
"The plan is that the three of us dock at the above-water entrance to the 'RAFT Prison', I've got them expecting a ship to arrive bringing more supplies, but they are only expecting one person. We need to separate almost instantly; I will go down to the backup power generators, five floors down and switch them to give us control of this prison. When I have done that the prison will become in fact ours, only we can open the doors, and close them." Cassian explained what his movements were about to be made up off as soon as he disembarked.
"I'll be going down to the operations control room, ready to accept control from Cassian, I'll be controlling the cameras, making sure that for now only we can see what's going on. While I'm down there, I will be ensuring that our movements today are not easily found, I will also be making a complete scan of the systems and personnel logs found aboard the RAFT, we want to be able to get into their movements and copy them onboard this spaceship. This information will all be copied onto this tablet," here Jyn gestured to the Starkpad she held in her hands, "after I have completed this, I will head up to the prisoner detainment part, where we shall move the prisoners. Through the Starkpad, I will be keeping an eye on who is moving around me. Until we get off the RAFT, I will be in complete control of the spaceship, afterwards, I might still be able to see who is in the RAFT prison, but I won't be able to manipulate the doors as easily."
"Good, I will make my way to the cells on the fourth floor, instantly, and make sure that we can open up their doors if we should need them. I will work on knocking out the Prisoners until you two can come up and help me. It's important that our faces aren't seen by anyone who could easily identify us later, try not to leave any prints, we don't want to get Stark Industries in trouble. If you have to subdue any of the security guards, or technicians or workers, just knock them unconscious, I don't want to have to answer any questions later which we would rather avoid.
The pair nodded at Darcy, or as they knew her Dacia, lifting their hoods and general fae covers, before glancing at one another and separating readily to do what they had planned on doing.
Cassian made his way out of the spaceship quickly glancing around him, before making his way to the North set of interior stairs. Ducking through the door, he took a quick stocktake of the stairway. He couldn't hear anyone, so far, so he carefully tip-toed over to the stairs and quickly made his way down, not wanting to fail this mission. Slowing to an abrupt halt, when he heard the door between him and his final destination open. Wincing to himself, Cassian took in a deep breath through his nose and glanced over at the railing, judging it to be strong enough to support his weight, he hopped over it to the surprise of the guard beneath him.
Grimacing as he saw that the guard had been interrupted, just as he stepped out to take a quick cigarette break. Cassian found himself wondering at the man's intelligence if he suddenly decided that taking a quick puff was a smart idea on a GLORIFIED SUBMARINE? Fair enough, they might not be submerged at the moment, but if the man seriously thought that there was no better time to take a quick break, Cassian was well within his rights to question the man's mental capacity! Dispatching of the guard with a short kick-punch combination (sadly there was no time to work out his frustrations fully, not when he had to switch the power over to ensure that both Dacia and Jyn were going to be relatively safe.
Pulling open the door to the large, chilly room, containing the assorted blinking CPU towers and power grids. Darting through the pseudo-corridors, he quickly found the lever and raised a hand to his left ear "Okay, I'm in, the power is switched over now. Withdrawing a small screwdriver from his pocket, Cassian, ran his long fingers over the large stack in front of him. His eyes were nervously darting over the large stack, biting his lip with his teeth, he watched with a thread of nerves running through him as the lights seemed to slow down in front of his very eyes. He fancied that one of the lights looked a sickly green, time seemed to slow right down in front of his very eyes, before it turned into a dangerous looking red. The colour was currently promising Cassian with dangerous things such as death and destruction, things he didn't want to think about, right at that particular moment in time.
Stepping back from the stack, Cassian once again ran his eyes over the blinking lights and shook his head as if to shake the dangerous thoughts of destroying the stack in front of him. He knew without even having to ask, that Dacia would want the general workers onboard this glorified Submarine to not be without oxygen or some power once they had left.
"We are a go; I repeat we're a go, I'll meet you up on the cell floor Kitty."
WHOOSH
Jyn was stood in the control room, looking in at the engineers, hurriedly trying to work out why they had just lost control of the prison. Smirking to herself, she pulled the door open and silently darted inside. Looking around the small room, Jyn wondered why none of the engineers had looked around when they heard the ZHUG of the door opening behind. Rolling her shoulders behind her experimentally she put a foot forward and strode purposefully into the room. Raising her left hand up high, Jyn made sure to strike each of the engineers carefully. The absolute last thing she wanted to do, was to leave bruises and potential later health complications.
That wasn't who she was.
Just to be safe though, she tied up the engineers, she didn't want any of them suddenly waking up and making things difficult for her. Tying their wrists together and then their legs, she smirked to herself and wondered how difficult it would be for the men to get free.
Reaching her hand into the small messenger bag she carried, Jyn pulled out the tablet device and looking at the computers in front of her. Making a decision, she made her way over to the largest one in the centre of the room and deciding that she didn't want to worry about the potential about connecting the device to the security system and download files over Bluetooth. Jyn reached back into the small messenger bag and withdrew a small black USB wire, running her fingers over the polished black computer surface, she smiled to herself when she found one of the connector points. Slipping the one end of the USB into the computer, she slid the other end into the Starkpad and rolled over one of the rolling computer chairs.
Not even five minutes later, her fingers were dancing over the keyboard in front of her, as she continued to sync up the StarkPad, she didn't want to spare even a second and lose track of her thoughts, only to look up and realise that their small party was in even more trouble. Grumbling to herself when she saw that all of the files were encrypted, she would have to download them in this form and work in conjunction with Cassian to try and work out later.
Trying not to grumble to herself when she realised that the StarkPad hadn't yet completely downloaded all of the information, Jyn drummed her things up and down on her thigh. For now, though, she could at least sort through some of the security measures on the RAFT prison, she didn't for her group to be caught unawares. Checking that she had the CCTV footage rewired and sent to her StarkPad, she decided on a whim to leave the engineers a nice little surprise for when they woke up. Taking a second, she reset all of the CCTV footage, to show some of the guards performing Dance Dares in the corridors. She didn't want to get anyone in trouble, but she didn't want to make it too easy for the proper authorities to get the prison back under their control. Of course, that begged the question of whether or not there were any proper authorities directly responsible for the RAFT prison.
She could suspect from glancing through the file of Designation: Hulk that Ross seemed to have a massive hard for the green giant, who cares about his alter ego of Dr Bruce Banner? She was aware of cross-referencing the files that one Thaddeus E. "Thunderbolt" Ross was as xenophobic and power-hungry as some of the guys she had heard about from her old life. Some old files on Grand Moff Tarkin surfaced in her mind as she thought about the man. She was incredibly lucky not to have run into the man, but she could well remember having seen Director Orson Krennic at the sight of her Mother's murder.
Ever since the time she had begun to hate her father for the cowardly, monstrous actions he had undertaken since that horrible day.
Now, though she had learned that her father was not necessarily like that, she still felt conflicted about the man, because she wasn't sure if she would ever be able to forgive the man for not doing more when her Mama was shot.
Shaking her head, to rid herself of the errant thoughts, Jyn glanced at the StarkPad and almost sighed in relief when she saw that the status bar on the device was almost complete. Cracking her fingers, she carefully began to wipe any trace of her having been in the system. Nope, they didn't to see the footage of that impressive takedown by Andor of that stupid guard in the stairwell outside Level Four. Jyn had to bite back the desire to snort when she clocked the almost disappointed look on Andor's face.
Checking the StarkPad again, she was relieved to see that the StarkPad had completed its download and had taken copies of all the files. Hurriedly disconnecting the StarkPad from its place within the computer, no time to check if it was safe to disconnect the device, she had other places to be. Jyn made sure to check again and again that they wouldn't be found. At least not if the people weren't from the Evil Empire that had so long ago taken over her Home Universe. They might be able to get through Jyn's hurried protection, but it was unlikely that these people would even know what they were looking at, never mind be able to combat it.
WHOOSH
Dacia was listening to this play-by-play in her ear, heaving in a deep breath as she tried to prepare herself for what she was about to do. The lights flickered above her head, so she placed her hand in her robe before she pulled out a small pair of infrared goggles. Glancing towards where she had earlier clocked the security camera, she smirked at the camera and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Smirking to herself, when the doors in front of her opened.
Darting through the door, as always she was very aware that she didn't have the time to dawdle around, it wouldn't do for them to get captured onboard the RAFT, time was critical here, and she knew that they wouldn't have time to sit around and twiddle their thumbs simply. Her hands darted back to her robes to grab a small piece of glass from her robes. She was glad that for one thing, she had gotten Cassian to set up a small piece of hardware to make just such a mission even slightly easier. Pressing at figure one, she looked up in alarm when she heard the near silent ZHUG noise. Storing the device back inside her robes, she darted across the cells.
Glancing once again at the number beside the cell, Darcy darted in and winced a little when she heard the loud, chainsaw reminiscent snoring of the man within. Allowing a small smile to curve around her lips when she realised that she wouldn't have to do a lot to ensure that the man lost consciousness, this should be easy to handle. Making her way into the cell on silent feet, she briefly peered at the man lying sprawled on the small cot bed; she shuddered a little when she realised that the man's hand had drifted over to rest above the crotch area of his orange prison jumpsuit.
Still, at the least, the guy hadn't stuck his hand inside. There were some things that not even the Force could suppress her gag reflex! Leaning forward she gave the man a quick nerve pinch and taking another deep breath; she carried out the unconscious body. Throwing the body over her shoulder, she tried to suppress the thought that the guy could probably stand to lose a bit of weight. Darcy wondered if she should talk to Jyn about changing the man's diet a little because she couldn't deny the fact that she was slightly nervous about the guy.
Shrugging the thought away from her, she took the body of Designation: Ant-Man and placed him down on the floor in the centre of the large room which contained the cells. Locking the man's hands in front of his body, and thinking to herself that at least now the man wouldn't be able to get free, she stepped back from the body momentarily. Almost palm-slapping herself, she clicked another lock system into man's legs together, not wanting to face the possibility that the man could get free.
Making her way towards the second cell, Darcy frowned before she opened the door to the cell. She wasn't sure how she was going to find Designation: Scarlet Witch, if Dr Stark's last report through FRIDAY was to be completely accurate, Darcy felt as if she wasn't sure what kind of state she wouldn't find the woman in. So, opening the cell with another near silent ZHUG noise, she crept into the cell and had to bite back a curse when she realised that the woman was awake. At least the brown eyes peering back at her, remained slightly blank, Darcy darted forwards and used another nerve pinch to make the woman lose consciousness. Watching in a kind of morbid fascination as the woman's tense body crumpled forward from her position in the centre of her cell. Darcy briefly entertained the notion that even though the woman did not appear to be fully cognizant of where she was being held, it looked as if her muscles were locked into position.
Darcy shook her head once again and heaved the woman over her shoulder. Frowning in consideration when she realised that the woman was of a dangerous weight, Darcy briefly looked at the woman and wondered if she had been starving herself. Depositing her on the floor beside Designation: Ant-Man with more care than she had shown the man. She carefully locked the woman's hands together with her legs and carefully ran a finger over the shock collar.
She didn't think that here she had the right tools to take the collar off, for another thing, she didn't want the woman to suddenly be able to use her powers while they were attempting to make their way out of the prison. Darcy had been read in on what Designation: Scarlet Witch's powers were, and the last thing she needed was for the woman to suddenly regain consciousnesses before they were safe and could contain the woman. Darcy might be a great many things, but she didn't want to add on the sin of being unable to protect her friends with all the cautiousness she could spare.
Shaken by her examination of the woman, Darcy looked up in alarm, having taken off her infrared goggles hurriedly, when she noted with a sense of unease deep within her belly, she wondered what the hell was going on in, with Jyn. Reaching into her robes, she withdrew the StarkPad and hurried typed out a message to Jyn.
THOUGHT YOU SAID WE OWNED THIS PLACE STARDUST?
Darcy's head whipped around when she heard the noise of Designation: Hawkeye begin to move around in his cell. No doubt the man was going to spot her soon if his eyesight was to be as good as believed anyway. She wondered if the man would recognise her, the only time the two had come into contact was during the Thor fiasco near Puente Antigo in the Chihuahuan Desert. Then Designation: Hawkeye hadn't had any reason to pay attention to the curvy, loudmouthed intern. It was a bit of a toss-up as to whether or not the man would recognise her now. Hearing the small wristwatch she wore beeping, Darcy glanced at it in alarm and heard the ZHUG noise of the door to the cell block open behind her.
Tensing up a little as she realised that this was either going to be a problem for her or an even bigger problem for the Rogue Avengers. Quickly glancing over her shoulder when she realised that it was simply Cassian, she breathed a momentary sigh of relief. Nodding at the man, Cassian briefly gestured to Darcy to subdue the man, before he made his way over to the two prisoners.
Heaving in a great sigh of nerves, Darcy stood up and made her way over to Designation: Hawkeye's cell. Bouncing up and down from one foot to the other, as she prepared herself to storm into the cell. Raising her finger, she tapped on the number three on the small bit of glass. Making her mind up quickly, Darcy entered the cell to be greeted by the sight of Designation: Hawkeye beginning to ready himself into a fighting stance. Entering into the cell, she narrowly ducked a backhanded slap, damn the man was still fast. She countered the slap with a quick succession of punches from both her right and left hand. Forcing herself to suck in a deep breath when the man abruptly lifted one of his legs and drove foot into her stomach, Darcy realised then and there that she would have to finish this fight quickly, at least if she wanted them to make their way out of the RAFT prison unimpeded
It was at that moment that Darcy realised that the foot in her stomach was probably intended to have more power behind it, but Designation: Hawkeye had allowed some of his muscles to become lax, in the months or years that he hadn't been fighting. Growling to herself, Darcy delivered a kick right into the man's happy spot. When the man leaned forward to clutch at himself, Darcy followed with an elbow to the nose. Watching in satisfaction as with a pained groan, the man, slid down the wall of the cell, she shrugged to herself and ducked to scoop up the unconscious body of Designation: Hawkeye, none too carefully.
Yes, she might think that the man had allowed his muscles to become tense, but that foot to the stomach had still hurt!
Dumping the man's body in the centre of the cells, she peered around trying to spot Cassian, or as she tried to remind herself, Angel – she should try to stop Jyn naming their code names after popular parts of culture.
Leaning back on her foot, she watched lazily as Cassian, made his way into Designation: Falcon's cell, and took the man down with some small amount of difficulty, for one thing, the man was not so eager to go down. Cassian had to bum rush the guy and slam him against the back wall of his cell, at least it seemed as if Angel was getting his fighting energy out of him.
With a wince, Darcy realised that it didn't look as simple, she realised that it looked as if she had been lucky enough not to have such a difficult trio to subdue. It looked as if the two men were going to be grappling for a while, or at least it looked like they were going to be fighting for a longer period. Or at least it looked as it was going to drag on until Cassian managed to open palm strike the man at the back of his head. Watching with a raised eyebrow as the man slid down the front of Cassian looking for all the world like he was unsure he would ever be able to get the man down. Scooping the large body up, above his head, Cassian made his way over the centre of the cell block and with a loud grunt dropped the man on the ground like a large sack of potatoes.
The two were checking that their prisoners were securely fastened when they were interrupted once more by the loud ZHUG sound. Their heads whipped round in unison, and the two saw that it was only Jyn who had evidently finished up with her tasks up in the control room. Nodding at two, Jyn quickly made her way across the room, already beginning to look a little unkempt at the edges.
"Guys, we have to get out of here, we're going to have company, of the built-like-a-brick shithouse variety." Jyn peered at the two.
"Alright, how long have we before we are interrupted by them?" Cassian asked with a grunt, as he heaved the bodies of both Designation: Ant-Man and Designation: Hawkeye over his shoulders as he chanced a look over a rapidly hurrying Darcy.
"By my calculation, less than five minutes," Jyn whispered, looking as if she was worried about what the next part of their plan would entail.
Darcy nodded once and leaned over to pick up Designation: Falcon and Designation: Scarlet Witch. Looking over at Jyn, she nodded her head once, to show that she thought that Jyn should small group out of the RAFT prison. Jyn nodded her head once at the woman before carefully lifting her up and nodding over at Jyn to start moving.
Squinting over at her friends, Jyn's hand dipped back into the small messenger bag she was carrying and clutched the StarkPad in her hands. Glancing back at the two once again, Jyn led the way out of the large room. Using her hand's to make small signals to the two following her.
After a certain length of time, the small lop-sided group, froze when Jyn hurriedly threw up her fists, to try and halt both Darcy's and Cassian's movements behind her. Jyn felt as if her heart was beginning to beat a loud staccato drumbeat in her chest. Taking stock of the situation that the small group had found themselves in, Darcy realised that she had been incredibly foolish to expect that they would be able to get out of this situation with no great loss of life. Depositing the unconscious bodies of both Designation: Falcon and Designation: Scarlet Witch on the floor, Darcy crept closer to Jyn.
The two of them had been working together for so long, that they had long since developed the ability to have near-silent conversations with one another. It was a skill that had come in handy when they had been caught in dangerous situations and couldn't risk speaking aloud for fear that they would compromise their whole position. The two of them nodded at one another and split into two, each deciding that they could maybe take on one of the super-soldiers without too much difficulty. Just in case, Cassian deposited the bodies of Designation: Ant-Man and Designation: Hawkeye, ready to back the women's play if he was needed.
Not leaving even so much as an opportunity for the two to even take a small breath and tuck themselves into the shadows, they immediately launched themselves at both Designation: Winter Soldier and Designation: (Former) Captain America. Darcy had been reading herself for reach for the Force, ready to defend herself at a moment's notice if she needed to. She managed to surprise Designation: Winter Soldier by getting a few good punches before he came to and began fighting back. With a near silent snarl of rage, Designation: Winter Soldier kicked his legs up high. Darcy noted idly that it didn't seem as if the man had practised fighting with just the one arm.
It seemed to be throwing off his balance and hindering his ability to fight. Darcy had to admit that she was a little disappointed with what had once been the metal fist of HYDRA. Darcy could admit that in her time as Dacia, a Jedi Knight, she had fought against the likes of Anakin Skywalker and his later alter ego (yes she knew who or what was underneath the mask) a few times.
She could say one thing for the man; he did not seem to be running out of stamina soon. He could claim that he hated working under HYDRA all he wanted until he was blue in the face, but he would probably always thanks them for a few hard-won lessons. It seemed that Darcy would have to 'go big or go home' and knock this guy out. She wasn't sure if it would work in this universe or not, but she reached out with the Force and tried to work out if there was some way that she could fight the guy, using that, because this was seriously beginning to get tiring.
Darcy was worrying for nothing, however, when much to her surprise, she managed to get behind the guy and kick him forwards onto his knees. When the man's considerable body had hit the gangway, Darcy finished him with a quick slap, with so much force put behind it that his head almost spun around. Sighing with relief as she watched the man's body collapse to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut. Bending over suddenly as she tried to catch her breath after the fight, she would need to start working out a bit more on the spaceship, because of that? That wasn't a pleasant experience to her.
She didn't like almost having her ass handed to her by a bunch of criminals. Even if she was confused if she could term them criminals because technically they hadn't been tried yet, though maybe that only applied to the term fugitives? Sometimes this Earth's Criminal Justice practices confused her!
At the same time, Jyn grinned evilly, as she faced Designation: (Former) Captain America. She realised that she could probably go a bit easier on the man given all that he had lost, but Liana, Lyra, Kestrel, Tanith or Nari never went easier on any of their enemies, so why should she? Her body was suddenly bending over backwards, as she ducked a half-hearted but desperate punch from the man. She suddenly straightened up and leaping in the air, launched herself into a frenzy of high right and left kicks, towards both sets of ribs. She felt herself suddenly catch when she felt a sudden unwelcome weight around her left ankle. Wrenching her foot away from the man, she cursed to herself that was going to hurt her in the morning. Ducking forward underneath the man's swinging arms, Jyn was able to punch the guy hard enough to knock him out.
It would seem like Designation: (Former) Captain America had a glass jaw, and for now. Jyn was glad that she had been able to take full advantage of this because otherwise, she wasn't sure how long the fight would go on for, she wasn't sure if she would be able to continue the fighting for too long.
Hitting the floor of the steel corridor, Jyn winced as she heard the almighty boom coming from Designation: (Former) Captain America, she couldn't trust how long it would take from someone else to hear the boom and to investigate. Bending over, she slid her fingers along the man's patriotic jawline, searching for the pulse. Almost feeling her knees bucking underneath her, when she found the pulse, at least she didn't have to add once-superhero killer to her resume, a resume she had spent too long growing back at home in their Galaxy. Shuddering to herself, she tried to work out how she was going to lift the solid Designation: (Former) Captain America; it wasn't something she had much experience with, she honestly didn't think Saw had ever prepared her to carry large dead weights. Shame on the dead man for missing that part of her training.
Biting her lip, Darcy tried to judge the weight of the two men mentally. It looked as if she would be able to support the weight. Before she picked up Designation: Falcon and Designation: Scarlet Witch, she tapped Jyn, and when the woman turned to face her, she had a silent discussion with her eyebrows. It was probably better that Jyn took the comparatively light Designation: Falcon and Designation: Scarlet Witch. Darcy as Dacia had been exposed to carrying heavier weights, during her time as a simple Padawan had her well versed in the ability to carry large weight. Even if those weights had mostly been old books, which she still found surprisingly heavy in more ways than one!
Even if she was carrying an overly large weight (and oddly shaped) like the two super soldiers on her back.
Nothing would probably even feel as heavy to her, as when she had to support a Wookie Cub with a bad ankle when the jungle planet Kashyyyk had been attacked. Dacia was well aware that she would probably always carry that amount of fear with her. To her, there was nothing more terrifying than when she was running through jungles and attempting to support a massive weight.
When the three had made their way onto the ship, Cassian breathed a hefty sigh of relief; he honestly hadn't thought too far beyond his next move. Ducking through the door on the spaceship, to the prison cells, Cassian opened the doors to what he knew would ultimately become Designation: Hawkeye's and Designation: Ant-Man's cell. Dumping the bodies over his shoulder, he barely took the time to check whether or not Darcy and Jyn were following him.
Behind him, it seemed as if Dacia had run in, well as fast as she could run when she was weighed down by the massive weights over her shoulders. Taking care to make sure that both Designation: Winter Soldier and Designation: (Former) Captain America's cells were not beside one another. She didn't want the two of them to begin to break free from their cells and cause havoc amongst the rest of the prisoners. Or for themselves, Darcy knew how difficult it would be for her to manage the safety of everyone else onboard the spaceship. It would take to much for her to make sure that the cells were properly protected. Somehow it didn't strike Darcy as particularly smart (or safe) to allow other people (especially if they were prisoners) as particularly Jedi-ish to allow people to enter into danger. Especially not if she could help it!
Jyn dropped Designation: Falcon in his cell and stepped back a moment. Turn round on her heel; she looked down at the unconscious body of Designation: Scarlet Witch, she reached over for the StarkPad. Paging through a few of the settings, Jyn smirked to herself when she saw confirmation on the screen that the spaceship would at least neutralise the woman's power. Jyn might not have a lot of time to go through the settings now, but she lifted a small light wrench and leaned over Designation: Scarlet Witch once again.
Sticking her tongue out of her mouth as she concentrated, Jyn frowned as she managed to get the large collar off the woman's shoulders finally. After what felt like a long amount of time concentrating on the collar in front of her, Jyn was finally able to lean back. She watched as the collar popped off the woman in front of her. Only making a noise when she hissed at seeing the deep red welts on the woman's neck. Making a noise once again, when she realised that it meant that the collar was digging into the woman's shoulders.
As she was leaving the cell, Jyn tried to remind herself that she shouldn't waste time feeling sympathy for the woman. She was still not sure if the shoe was on the other foot, if the Rogue Avengers, the criminals would hold the same kind of sympathy if she was in their position.
WHOOSH
Scott came to with a sudden yelp when he heard an odd sound permeating his quiet. There was no reason why he should have woken up, but the thing was that he didn't automatically recognise the sound, it wasn't the typical ZHUG noise that he had gotten used to within the RAFT prison, but a cleaner sort of noise. Scott idly wondered if he was doomed always to be aware of his surroundings, he guessed that it might be some holdover from already having been in prison. It stood to reason, after all, he always had to be aware of any guards or even other prisoners coming near him, so much so that he reckoned that he hadn't gotten a proper nights sleep in the very long period. At least, not while he was in Prison the first time, he spent too long thinking of his past mistakes.
At least, the Criminal Justice system worked properly, but he could confess to wondering what had gotten into his head and made him think that going back into a scenario where prison time looked possible made sense. He had struggled to re-enter his daughter's life, for what reason had he thrown it all away?
Sam was sitting in one of the cell's beside him, wondering at what point his life had made such a dramatic turn. He didn't think that he would ever regret having worked with Steve, but he did miss the days when CLASSIFIED didn't seem like such an everyday occurrence. But then that begged the question of; had his life ever been simple? Could he ever claim that had led an easy life? He didn't think it had ever been easy, at least not since he had enlisted, but there had to have been some point to wishing over a simple life, right?
But it was like his grandfather had always warned him, not to leave any injustice, not while he could still do something about it. Unfortunately, his Grandfather hadn't bet on Sam's new surroundings; if he had, Sam wondered if he would still say the same thing?
Right now though, he couldn't blame his Grandfather for the situation he currently found himself in, no matter how much, he might want to, but he couldn't always play the blame game. For now, though, it would be a good idea for him to simply sit down and take note of his surroundings, especially if he wanted to be able to get out of this. At least partially unscathed in any way.
Steve woke up with a start, his jaw throbbing, though why his jaw was throbbing was a mystery to him. The last thing he could remember was arriving at the RAFT Prison, ready to break out his fellow Avengers. At least the ones that had fought on his side during the whole Civil War, attempting to throw off the shackles from the evil United Nations. It, of course, went without saying that he was probably more interested in saving his best friend's life, and he could only wish that Tony could understand that. He didn't like to fight against his friends, he was many things, but he was not a monster, the last thing he wanted to do was fight against Howie's son. This whole mess would get straightened out because it always did. Or at least it did for him.
For now, though, he would just have to work out where they were. Did he have to do everything around here? His thoughts were interrupted however when he heard his best friend groggily ask
"Where the hell are we, Stevie what did you do?"
Liana Halik, Lyra Rallik, Kestrel Dawn, Tanith Panta, Nari McVee are all alias used by Jyn in Rogue One (this of course comes from reading the book, the movie doesn't go into Jyn's actions in evading both the Rebel Alliance and the Empire and a bit of googling).
Her Dad called her Stardust, which in the movie (as well as the book) is how they find the plans for the Death Star, which her Dad Galen has helpfully labelled Stardust.
Grand Moff Tarkin is one of Darth Vader's cronies, I suppose is the term.
Orson Krennic is the man who orders Jyn Erso's mother to be shot and killed.
Saw Guerra is the man who initially takes Jyn under his wing when she is a child running from Krennic's forces on Lah'mu. He later leaves Jyn behind and has become too militant for certain factions of the Rebel Alliance.
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