The Cadera is the name of Bodhi's ship, which I 100% stole from Eisoj5's amazing story i guess i'll know when i get there
There song that's being played is Dibesh Pokharel/Arthur Gunn's Nyano Ghar
Amazing song. Highly recommend checking it out.
Chapter Text
Rogue One's mission was supposed to be classified, although given that Solo was one of the people in the know, Jyn shouldn't be surprised by the party in full swing as they disembark the Cadera. Cassian had radioed before they left the Galidraan system that the mission was successful and everyone was – miraculously – uninjured. To Solo, this must have been a good enough excuse to bring out the alcohol, although it honestly doesn't take much.
Jyn's not going to complain, not when her family is safe and their job was done well. Solo's at the base of the Falcon's loading ramp, laughing at something Melshi and Wedge are bickering about, when he spots them – not hard, given Kay's seven-foot stature.
"Hey! Erso and friends!" he bellows, waving his arms in a way that suggests he's at least four drinks in, "Congrats on another job well done."
Cassian sighs, probably wanting to comment on the covert nature of their assignment, but Jyn has an arm around his waist before it can become a full-fledged gripe. He relaxes under her touch, mouth turning up in a reluctant smile as the six of them mingle with the other partygoers. Luke materializes out of nowhere and Bodhi laughs as the Jedi spins him around, peppering him with kisses and questions about their mission. K-2 makes a noise of displeasure and skulks after the Guardians, who are greeted by a group of their unofficial meditation students. Solo's pushing drinks in Jyn and Cassian's hands before they even say hello.
"I thought the Princess was still on your ass about the last party." Jyn says, taking a long swig of – kriff, something strong.
Solo shrugs. "Only because Luke ended up locked in his X-wing all night." He chuckles to himself at the memory, then shakes his head and looks at them all serious. "Hey, are we here to reminisce or are we here to celebrate your great accomplishment?"
Jyn and Cassian share a look, but ultimately drink, much to Han's delight. They get roped into Melshi and Wedge's argument, Jyn taking Melshi's side out of both loyalty and the pleasure of watching Wedge sputter indignantly. Cassian remains staunchly neutral.
The evening continues in a jovial haze. Luke and Bodhi sneak off at some point – probably to make-out in the Cadera. Leia makes an appearance, despite still clearly being mad about the X-wing incident, and does a round of shots with Rouge Squadron. Chirrut's gathered a small audience for his dramatic retelling of their mission – careful to leave out anything confidential for the sake of Cassian's blood pressure.
At some point, music starts playing, not from a recording blasted over the Falcon's speakers, but real live music. Conversation in the hangar tapers to a murmur as the crowd parts for the music's source, a pilot from Blue Squadron whose somehow managed to get their hands on what Jyn thinks is a guitar. Whistles of encouragement ring out from the crowd, everyone settling in where they are to listen. With a little help – Jyn is much more drunk than she'd ever admit – she sits down on the Flacon's ramp, Cassian doing the same with his arm around her shoulders.
After strumming a few experimental cords, the pilot begins to sing. It's a dynamic melody, both carefree and strong. The pilot's voice, clearly emboldened by singing their native language, fills the hangar, transporting them all somewhere far, far beyond the rebel base. The music's push and pull helps Jyn let go of the mission's lingering tension, melting into Cassian's side with a content hum. He gives her an amused look, eyes gloriously free of shadows. Jyn kisses him, sweet and unhurried, before turning back to watch everyone surrender themselves to the pilot's song.
Chirrut is laying with his head in Baze's lap, eyes closed as his husband absently runs his finger's through the monk's short hair. Bodhi and Luke have returned, the former nestled in his partner's arms, both glowing in the dim light. They'll all rest easy tonight, Jyn thinks. There isn't a soul in the Rebellion not haunted by nightmares, and there's no telling what they'll face tomorrow, but for tonight, this is enough: to be held, to be together, drinking and laughing and listening to music.