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There was a heavy silence in the cockpit as all three passengers seemed to have the same things in mind. Their entire squad was gone. Sefla, Rostok, Kappehi, Chirrut and Baze, Melshi…everyone was gone.

'Good luck, little sister.' Jyn could still feel the firm grip Baze gave her on her shoulders, his smile as he called her his little sister, and the smile that she returned as it sank in that she was now part of a family.

Jyn clenched her fists as she thought about whether or not she should still be alive. Her father was accountable for that Death Star. It was only right that—

"Don't go there, Jyn."

Jyn looks at Cassian, "What?"

"I know what you're thinking," his voice is low and his words slurry. "Don't go there."

"Our team is dead," she says dryly.

Bodhi remains silent but he raises his head and watches his two comrades. He sees Jyn make a step to face Cassian more squarely. "Our team is dead because of my father's invention. They didn't deserve to die. We don't deserve-"

"We did our job and transmitted those plans to the rebels."

"What if the plans never made it through?"

"Then we have to make certain it does later."

"Scarif has been destroyed, Cassian!" her voice starts to rise, "You saw that cloud back there. You saw what it did to Jedha! There's no way we can salvage those plans if they never made it to the rebels, and 'make certain later!'"

Up until that moment, Cassian was working over the control panel, but he was now looking up at Jyn the same way he did when they were on a hyperroute to Eadu on his U-Wing, with a hard expression and a thin line on his mouth.

"Given that, would you rather be dead?"

Jyn steps back slightly.

"Do you really think that everyone else who died back there would rather we lost hope now, of all times, and not even try to find a way to destroy the Death Star like your father promised we could?" Cassian glances at Bodhi who avoids his eyes and finds business to do on the control panel. He looks back at Jyn, "This is hard for all of us," he says. "Please don't think that I don't know what it's like to lose my men on a mission."

Jyn watches Cassian's face soften again.

"I'm sorry that we lost our team, Jyn." Cassian starts to run another calculation in the system, "Now, let's work on making sure they did not die for nothing."

The cockpit went silent again. Jyn sees Bodhi from the corner of her eye. The defector pilot-turned-rebel was punching sequence after sequence on a keypad, running calculations to find the safest route through the Corellian Run.

"Bodhi."

Bodhi jumps slightly, hardly expecting the address. He stops running sequences as he looks up at Jyn, eyes wide, shoulders hunched. "Yes?"

"Thank you," Jyn says haltingly. "Thank you for saving us."

Bodhi lets a small smile on his lips and nods. "It wasn't easy. I mean…" he looks to see Cassian whose expression was blank. "I had to try. Cassian's right." He looks back to Jyn and straightens up, "The work isn't done. If those plans haven't made it to Yavin, we'll find another way, Jyn. We'll take the next chance, and the next—on and on—like you said."

Jyn lets out a breath and turns to Cassian again. He was slumped in his seat, staring at the screens in front of him. He was still clutching his side.

"You're hurt," she says flatly. "Bodhi, where are the medical supplies on this ship?"

"On this deck," came the reply. "In the supplies storage in the back. To your left."

Cassian doesn't say anything when Jyn makes her way to the storage. She returns to find Bodhi back at the controls, his brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

"The calculations to Yavin 4 are failing."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that traffic on that course is too heavy because of obstacles and other ships in the way," Cassian interjects, "or the route…is not passable."

Jyn sets the medical kit on the floor beside Cassian. "I don't like the implications of any of those."

"Neither do I," Cassian replies. "We'll have to find another place to find sanctuary. Bodhi, what other territories on the Outer Rim can house a Zeta-class cargo shuttle with minimal detection?"

"You intend to land in imperial territory…" Bodhi's voice was almost a whisper. Jyn looked up at him as she rummaged for a big enough bandage to wrap around a blast wound.

"Are we limited to the Outer Rim?" she turns to see Cassian watching her with questioning eyes. "How much power do we have left? Perhaps we don't need to stay within the Outer Rim and we can make it out somewhere else; look for friendlier territories. Alliances."

Cassian shakes his head. Jyn isn't sure if he does so just because he disagrees. She's now holding a bottle of anesthetic in one hand and a large bandage in the other when she murmurs, "Pull up your shirt. Let me see how bad it is."

Reluctantly, Cassian removes his hand from his side and looks at Jyn. She seems unfazed as she helps him pull up his shirt to reveal his skin, heavily blistered and charred with pockets of blood right where the blast grazed over. "Bodhi," Jyn says over her shoulder. "It'd be best to treat this with running water first. Is there any left on this ship?"

"I'm…I'm not sure," Bodhi swallows. "These ships are supposedly restocked after every inspection."

"I'll check the supplies again. Keep looking for a safe territory."

Jyn runs back to the storage and sees she's out of luck.

"Might want to check the cargo hold below," Bodhi calls from the control panel. "One of the men might've brought a pack with water."

"Thanks, Bodhi." Jyn heads down, leaving the two men at the controls.

Cassian leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. He feels Bodhi's eyes on him, "What is it?"

"Just that I don't think sleeping is a good idea for you right now…"

Cassian looks at Bodhi who makes no effort to hide the concern in his voice. "You don't happen to have a concussion, do you?"

"I may have bumped my head on something," Cassian grumbles.

"All the more reason you should stay conscious until we can get you better medical assistance."

By now Jyn is back at Cassian's side setting down a pack and a water canister, "Seems this is the only water we have on board so we'll have to be careful," she says. "Can you turn on your other side?"

Cassian's jaw goes stiff, "I may…need some help."

Jyn straightens up, "What do you mean?"

"I can barely move…"

She suddenly recalls the way Cassian fell against two beams before he landed on a steel platform. "I'll move you just a little so all the water runs on your wound," she says quietly.

Cassian nods and holds his breath as Jyn helps him to turn. He grits his teeth as she begins to pour water down his side. "Well, Captain," she says in an effort to make light, "I'd look forward to more of this sort of compliance."

Despite the pain Cassian manages to shoot her a look. He's surprised to find Jyn smiling, however small. "Thank you," he mutters. Jyn continues to work quietly, applying the anesthetic as soon as the water runs out. She's in the middle of winding the bandage around Cassian's body when Bodhi calls from over the control panel.

"We have some options," he says, watching the screen run a list of destinations. "Some territories are farther than I thought. We don't have to stay within the Outer Rim. We'll have more than enough power to take us up to the Mid Rim, but likely not enough to get us back to Yavin 4."

Jyn hesitates to ask. She's never piloted a ship before, "How does that work?"

"The hyperroutes are just, like…main expressways. They can take us anywhere but…the exits, that's where it gets complicated. Factor in the side streets and alternate routes, even traffic, and we might actually get farther faster than if we try to go somewhere nearer."

Jyn finishes dressing Cassian's wound and helps him back into his original position. She walks over to Bodhi and looks over his shoulder to see the list on the screen. "What are our options?"

Alderaan, Atollon, Bespin, D'Qar, Dantooine, Dathomir, Iridonia, Kashyyk—"Know any Wookies?"

Bodhi shakes his head.

Kessel, Lah'mu…Jyn hesitates. Lothal, Malastare, Mygeeto, Naboo, Ord Mantell, Rishi—"Definitely not there," Bodhi chimes. "Odd things happening."

"Odd things happening everywhere," Jyn supplies.

Ruusan, Ryloth—"Here." Jyn places a finger on the screen, as if to mark her decision final.

"Takodana?" Bodhi read out loud.

"Yes," Jyn's mind races. She ran the list through her head again. Arriving in the likes of Alderaan, Bespin and Mygeeto would attract too much attention, and she had no allies there, at least none that she knew were still alive. Atollon and Dantooine were supposed to be rebel bases but she knew enough that there was too much movement recently to be sure that those bases were still running, if they had not been overtaken or deserted yet.

"How fast can we get to Takodana?"

Bodhi ran the destination through the system, "I'll have it in a moment, but are you sure? Takodana is in the Mid Rim."

"You said so yourself that we might still get there more efficiently if the routes are open."

"Yes, I did," Bodhi looks at her. "I also said that once we land we won't be able to take off again. Are you sure we don't want to go to Dantooine instead?"

"Dantooine is abandoned."

Jyn and Bodhi look to see Cassian shift slightly in his seat, grimacing at the effort. "Dantooine used to be a rebel base, but it's been abandoned," he says again. "I trust Jyn's judgment. We might find peace on Dantooine but the rebels likely wiped out any rations there. We wouldn't be able to get out."

Jyn sees Cassian's chest rise and fall heavily with every breath. She motions for him to stay quiet. "I know someone on Takodana," she says in an attempt to provide some reassurance as she turns back to Bodhi. "Get us there if the ship can make it."

Bodhi looked back at the screen and nodded. "We will," he said. "I can set the location now. We'll get there in about 5 hours and 45 minutes standard time. Upon arrival we'll have used about 30% of our current power, leaving us with no less than 10% in the ion drives upon landing." He pauses and looks at Jyn, whose only response was to raise her eyebrows.

"Right then," he said and set the location on the control panel. "To Takodana."

Jyn starts to pick up the medical supplies next to Cassian when she feels his hand brush on her shoulder. She looks up at him and takes his hand, but as soon she does she frowns. His temperature had risen. "Cassian—"

"In my right cargo pocket. The one with the zipper," he says.

Jyn looks for the pocket and pulls out a black metal box with bolts and a particular looking port. She raises an eyebrow as she weighs the box in her hand, realizing it could be two pounds at least. "What is this?" she looks to find Cassian's ashen expression. His eyes meet hers. For a moment, she's confused.

And then she understands.

"Is this…"

"Kay."

Jyn holds the box closer to her chest with one hand and reaches for Cassian's shoulder with the other. Her voice is soft. "Cassian," she starts, "He isn't built that way."

Seconds pass without a word, Cassian's eyes looking more distant. "I have to try," he finally says.

But Jyn had spent enough time with computers as well, under the guidance of Saw Gerrera's militia and his own technicians. The chances of recreating Kay-Tu's unique personality was null. She only knew that in his effort to program an ally, Cassian Andor had actually created a friend, and not just to him but to many other on the base of Yavin 4. Kay-Tu was a droid that died on Scarif, and Jyn was not about to reiterate that. She gives Cassian's shoulder a squeeze before placing the box in the pack, "I'll take care of him first, then," she says as she zips the pack closed. "Get some rest."

"And get something for your leg," Cassian returns, his smile showing only in his eyes.


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