Back at the Republic base, everyone was going about their day. Some people were cleaning ships, repairing droids, and keeping a watchful eye out for any Imperials.
"--ATTENTION ALL UNITS.--" said a voice on the intercom. "--THERE WILL BE A MEETING IN FIVE MINUTES. EVERYONE MUST BE PRESENT IN THE MEETING HALL. THAT IS ALL. THANK YOU--."
All the Rebels shrugged, then stopped their current business and started walking.
Meanwhile, Mon Mothma and Senator Bail Organa were conceding about the state of the Weapon plans.
"If they do get the plans," said Bail. "I know exactly who can hold onto them."
"Whom?" Asked Mothma.
"She's never let me down.." Bail smiled as he held a photo of a cute little blueberry girl with a unique hairstyle.
Everyone was led into the meeting hall; a long room with an equally long table and thousands of chairs for everyone.
On the table there were three trays of miscellaneous cookies, cupcakes, donuts, other pastries (much to the delight of Mon Mothma, she'd skipped breakfast).
Once everyone was seated, the meeting began.
"All right, everyone!" Jyn emerged wearing an army uniform. "I have a brilliant plan that I'm positive will succeed, but we all must work together.."
"...let's get this over with.." grumbled Mon Mothma as she lazily reached for a pastry to dip in her cup of coffee.
Jyn raised an eyebrow, then continued.
"...We must send a team to find wherever they are keeping the plans for the Weapon, and steal them through some means. If we can obtain these plans, we must transmit them to the Republic, there they can find out about the flaw my dad placed in the Weapon an--"
"No, no, and n-o." Mon Mothma spoke in between bites of a vanilla cupcake. "Sorry Jyn, that's just super impossible for us to do." Mothma lazed back.
The Repiblic officials commented, and slightly judged Jyn.
Jyn gritted her teeth.
She regained her composure and her stiff upper lip.
(Cue "Rule Britannia")
"What is Hope? Rebellions are Hope, Rebellions, heck, are BUILT on Hope. In a world where a man in a cyborg suit has us captivated betwixt his literal iron fist, we MUST stand firm against the tyranny of the Man!"
Someone lowered a Union Jack flag
behind Jyn, then placed a spotlight on her.
"We may be different, introverted, single groups of people, but when we get together we can bring the strongest thing to its knees--we could bring the EMPIRE to its knees if we all came together to obtain those plans. Who cares if this plan won't work?! If we die, we will die as a union. We will die for the glory that shall be rightfully bestowed to us. And we will die not for the Republic, but for the People of the Galaxy!!!"
(record scratch)
"Yeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh..." Mon Mothma smiled. "--no. Jyn, I'm terribly sorry, but we can't do it right now. Just can't, with the financial state we're in and all..."
Mon Mothma left her post, along
with everyone else. She looked back at Jyn.
"Great speech by the way!" She piped.
Everyone remaining left the meeting area. Jyn started to cry. It would take one heck of a miracle to save the Galaxy, now.
