Saw Rogue One yesterday. I don't think I will ever be over that ending. It made me cry and wish that they could somehow bring everyone back. Right now this isn't planned to be continued, but maybe I'll add a couple more one-shots to it? Ehh, not sure honestly. It's not long, sorry, but I just had to write something to make me feel better.
Enjoy!
If any agents of the empire came across their group, they would probably just continue on, not seeing the group of rebels who had successfully stolen the plans for the Death Star from Scarif.
They themselves had issues believing it.
K-2SO's body hadn't made it out, but his voice still came from the ship at times.
Bodhi was now deaf, with an arm missing from the shoulder and burn scars all across the right side of his body. His hair had only partially grown back and no one knew if the scaring would ever die down. On his good days, he could still fly.
Chirrut had a busted and twisted leg, as well as a tender back which led to a lot of sleepless nights. The scars all along his back would bother him forever most likely. A couple of his fingers were now missing, on both hands, and a couple more were missing from varying digits.
Boze couldn't raise his arms above his shoulders, and his fingers shook a tad too much to hold a blaster reliably anymore. He was missing organs, his body armour now held his internal pieces together. Several of his toes were now missing, but that went mostly unnoticed.
Cassian had been in surgery for hours and had flat lined several times. He couldn't twist his body as well anymore, it caused a sharp pain that sometimes made him freeze as he waited for the pain to past. His left leg from about mid-calf had been amputated and he now used a metal foot to get around.
He and Jyn had had to regrow flesh all over their bodies.
Jyn now spoke with a slight slur, a result of her larynx being regrown. The muscles on her right arm now ached whenever she moved them too fast or too much. She walked with a permanent limp that was a combination of having the muscles and veins regrown and being psychosomatic about the severity of it.
The group had shown up in the dead of night at the rebel base, exhaustion etched into their very being. Cassian and Jyn led the way, both limping, but looking prouder than anyone else in the base.
The five of them strode straight into the command room, regardless of what they were doing. Some of the senators and leaders started to protest, but none of the five listened to them and headed straight for Mon Mothma.
They stood, shoulder to shoulder, staring at her.
"We're leaving. The five of us." Jyn announced, a slight slur to her words that went unnoticeable in the face of their united front they presented.
Mon Mothma stayed quiet even as the majority around her started complaining. But the five just waited, secure in the knowledge that even if the rebellion disagreed with their request, they would be walking out of the base.
Finally, she gave a small, soft smile, "May the force be with you."
Jyn nodded back and they all turned to go, causing the group gathered to quiet enough to hear the metal clinking as it hit the ground and the hiss of steam as it escaped from the gears.
"Senator, why let them go?" General Draven asked as the group disappeared out the door.
"Because I could not keep them here. None of us could." She eventually answered as their ship rose from the hangar, seeming to hesitate for just a moment before it took off, leaving behind the rebellion.