Darcy was stood in the central control nodule of the spaceship, chewing over some thoughts she was still entertaining after the mission. She knew that she really shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but right now she felt as if she had too. She was honestly struggling with the idea that the mission had gone accordingly to plan, suspicious because plans almost never went her way. That was part of the reason that she had become more of a scholarly Jedi, simply because of how clumsy she could be and unlucky at the best of times.

Goodness knows that at enough times during her Jedi Apprenticeship with Yoda she had been teased by the other novices that if she were participating in a plan where it wasn't particularly dangerous, to begin with, then it would all go pear-shaped. After one particular plan, when she had accidentally set fire to Qui-Gon Jinn's robes and burnt off Mace Windu's hair. Something that still confused her, because there was nothing in the mission parameters that indicated any fire. For pities sake, they weren't on a planet like Mustafar, for pities sake they were in some of the beautiful forests on the planet Naboo, near Otoh Gunga. It would probably always make her wonder how she managed to set two people on fire in a beautiful forest, approaching rainforest.

She could only surmise that Mace Windu had probably never quite forgiven her for that small misstep. If the man weren't a Jedi and didn't completely subscribe to the Jedi teachings, she would guess that the man had probably never forgiven her for accidentally destroying his beautiful hair! She guessed that Qui-Gon Jin was glad that he had gotten off, with just his robes, had cemented his rather odd friendship with Mace by growing his hair out long and not seeming to know what a pair of scissors could do. Darcy could freely admit that she missed the two, even if she was pretty sure that Qui at least carried around a fire extinguisher, especially when he knew that he might run into Darcy. Her talents were better spent in the library, even if she did sometimes wish that she had gotten out more. Or at least flexed the 'Force muscle' so to speak, she could only guess that she might not have the number of problems with accessing the Force in this new Universe, it was beginning to become a bit of a concern for her. She wasn't sure of how she should begin to move forward if she couldn't access the one thing that she had always taken for granted.

Shaking the thoughts out of her mind, she knew that she would have more time to obsess over the details later. Sometimes she loved being insomniac and having difficulty sleeping!

It was just so much fun to her, having an ability to beat herself up for any tiny problems she had made. Given that she was one with the Force and all that crap, you knew that it had been a long lifetime! It wasn't widely known, but the Force could sometimes lengthen out one's average lifespan. Darcy had learnt this in her time spent studying in the great libraries, and some of the earlier temples. She had been lucky enough to find Ahch-Too, which was either the First or the earliest example of Jedi-established Temple, which gave her a lot of supporting evidence to this theory.

She imagined it was not completely different to the lengthened lifespan enjoyed by the members of the RAC, particularly the Red Seventeen program. It still annoyed her that she hadn't gotten enough time to study those changes because she knew that it could become interesting to her. For now, though, she would just have to resign herself to the knowledge that it may be her genetic buildup that gave her a longer than usual life.

Shaking her head once again, Darcy looked around the control nodule, at both Cassian and Jyn, she was shifting her weight from one foot to another as she wrestled with some of the thoughts in her mind. She might not be able to put her finger on it, but she felt as if that mission had gone too easily. Wouldn't it make more sense if it was difficult for them to get in and out of the RAFT prison accompanied by prisoners? She wondered how they had gotten away so easily, with barely a scratch on them after they had gotten out. Shouldn't someone have begun pursuing them when they were clear?

The thoughts didn't make much sense to Darcy, and she didn't want to begin looking a gift horse in the mouth, but the question remained why? Why weren't they being pursued by General Ross? It would make more sense for the man to be desperate to run down the prisoners that had escaped through his fingers. Darcy knew for a fact that if Wilhuff Tarkin lost any prisoners, then he would pursue said prisoners to the ends of the Galaxy if he had too. Darcy suspected that he was able to do this because he enjoyed having the full weight of Emperor Sheev Palpatine and Darth Vader at his back.

"Guys, did that strike anyone else as being too easy?" Darcy asked, the worry clear in her tone.

"I wouldn't say that it was completely easy, but something strikes me as a bit off about the situation." Cassian mused, running an eye over the tablet in front of him.

"I don't want to jinx us, but why aren't we being followed? We took the prisoners, didn't we? So why has nobody bothered to chase after us?" Jyn rubbed her chin, worriedly rubbing her fingers against her chin.

"There's something that doesn't strike me as sitting right. I'm not spoiling for a fight or anything, but why did we manage to get away so cleanly?" Darcy asked, beginning to pull her hair in consternation belligerently.

"Jyn, you were looking at the files, did you manage to copy all of them before we got out? Maybe that will give us some clue about their actions at the moment. Or rather their lack of actions. We need to know how to play the next few hours; I want to know if we should begin to make a hasty exit stage left." Cassian sighed, massaging his temples as he thought of all the problems they were likely to face.

"Yes, I've got the files on my tablet, but I haven't managed to look at them yet; they're heavily encrypted. I've got the K-2SO AI working with me to try and get into those files, but so far we aren't having too much luck, but as soon as I've worked out anything from the files, you two will be the first to know." Jyn grumpily sighed, trying to summarise what she had been trying to work on before being called in for a meeting.

"Do that. Hopefully, we'll be able to work out, why or how nobody is chasing us. Do you still have anything in the computer systems at the RAFT?" Darcy instructed, already beginning to feel like a stress headache was looming.

"Yes, I can see into the system, so for example if the onsite computers create any new documents, I can look at them, and I can read them, but I can't delete them or change around the information. I figure that at least that way we can see what is happening and what their next moves are likely to be, but we can't alter any steps taken against us. If K2SO manages to do what I think he can do, we might be able to change some information but not a lot if we want to remain quiet and under the radar. We should take it as more important that we are not found though, right? While I suspect that the systems would be easy enough for me to break into if I was working with some of the equipment we are used to being able to use from our home Galaxy. Here, the systems are complicated, so it's like learning to read English by starting to read one of the Classical English books. K2SO is helping me with the laughably rudimentary, yet at the same time paradoxically confusingly, encryption; it is still proving to be difficult to me for me to do alone." Jyn tried to explain some of her reasoning further, still not sure if she was making a lot of sense.

"Can you leave it with him, we need to go and speak to the prisoners, welcome them onto this spaceship now? At least before they start to get antsy and we end up having to deal with a bunch of criminals before we are ready. We probably aren't particularly ready to deal with their particular brand of assholery before the day is out." Darcy gently asked the woman.

Darcy was looking across at Jyn, who was stood massaging her temples in concern for the woman.

"Yeah, we should deal with those people before they start thinking that they can simply fight their way out of this situation. I know we can take them, but I don't have the kind of patience necessary to deal with them breaking out." Cassian gruffly spoke, a tone of ever suffering patience clear in his tone.

Jyn and Darcy exchanged looks at their friend's voice. They were both well aware of what could easily happen if the six prisoners should get free. Cassian at least seemed to be in a murderous mood, and they didn't want to be stuck holding the bag if the man decided to act on those feelings.

Goodness only knew how efficient the man could be if he put his mind to it!

"Okay, before we go down there, are we letting them know who we are?" Jyn checked, biting her lower lip.

Darcy paused in consideration as she thought through some of the issues that suddenly occurred to her. She asked herself if she should let the former Avengers know who they were, was it even worth allowing them to know? She was also forced to question whether or not it seemed completely likely that Designation: Hawkeye would even recognise her. She was willing to bet that even if the man had come across her in New Mexico (Darcy was well aware that she didn't have to see the other person for them to watch her), he likely would have been distracted by her boobs. It was only slightly alarming to realise that she didn't always get frustrated when guys noticed her boobs before they realised that there was a person attached to them.

She did, however, realise that the man was supposed to be a former assassin, so she figured that she couldn't count on the man becoming distracted by her sweater puppies. She had been around Cassian long enough, to know that when a sniper focused on a goal everything else seemed to melt into the background for him.

It still unnerved her when the man turned that attention to her, especially when she had accidentally eaten the last of the man's sugary cereal. Why was the man attempting to hide his love for the overly sugared cereals, as far as Darcy was concerned the things were too high in sugar for her to enjoy every day? It was also pretty obvious that the man could sometimes be found guiltily scoffing down a bowl of the brightly coloured cereal, with the air of a man with a terrible secret.

But she realised that when all was said and done, the guy was still a guy so that she couldn't put her money on whether or not the man would recognise. Especially when she was very careful not to register as a threat, even when it had been very hard for to keep up the irksome ruse. At least now she would know if her acting abilities had held up, which she hoped that they had.

As Cassian would point out, the fewer people who remembered them, the better. They weren't from this Galaxy and were simply looking for some way to take shelter before entering back into their Galaxy. Either that or the man didn't think that the intern required more than a brief overview, which hinted at lazy intelligence gathering. She supposed that this might have hinted at their downfall due to HYDRA.

"For now, we should keep our faces covered, at least until we are away from this place. We don't want to give them any clues needlessly about who we are, without giving away our whole game," Darcy told the two, after a moment's hesitation before she continued "it might be an idea for us not to attempt to cover up our faces completely. If they catch sight of a small part of our faces, it wouldn't be the end of the world after all. Might throw them off their game, if they suddenly realise that someone can see them, and see the bullshit they are trying to sell."

The other two nodded over at Darcy, and gently pulled their hoods up, making sure that they would still have a bit of slip with the hoods, the last thing they wanted was to keep the prisoners needlessly frightened. Even if it was more likely that they would remain tense once they saw who held them and didn't completely recognise the faces of their new jailers. Making their way from the room, the three made their way through the spaceship, knowing without even having to ask, where the prison cells were.

It would probably always amuse Jyn that the cells were referred to as prison cells because in her experience, rotting in some of the more disgusting prisons in the Galaxy, the cells seemed completely palatial and private. She could well remember being stuffed into cells, sometimes into over-crowded cells, which had very little by way of privacy or even quiet. Some of the things that she could remember leaking their greenish tinted sludge were dripping down the walls would probably always haunt her.

WHOOSH

Walking into the cells, Cassian realised that he had missed the delicious sense of panic when the Prisoners came too suddenly realising that they didn't know where they were. Exchanging a brief look with Jyn, the two of them nodded to indicate that they would later watch the tapes back, most likely with a large bowl of popcorn to split between the two of them. Dacia could join in if she wanted too. They weren't fool enough to stop the former Jedi Master, simply to save their sweets from the woman.

"So, I'm guessing you lot know why you are here. We don't need to explain that bit, do we?" Cassian asked lightly, he wasn't completely sure what answer he would get back but knew that he had to ask.

"Why the hell are we here? Where are we? It's Stark's fault, isn't it? It usually is." Designation: Hawkeye exclaimed angrily.

"Believe it or not Barton but it's not always Doctor Stark's fault, this time is your damn fault. What made you think it was a smart idea to jump when Rogers called?" Darcy sneered at the man, still not completely following the man's logic.

"Mmm, you're right, but we won't go into the whole sorry affair of why exactly you believe THAT to be true. What we want to know is why, exactly you just choose to jump at the word of Rogers, because he was simply telling you to take the words of an amnesiac former Super Soldier, who still on his worst days didn't know his name? We can't be sure if Rogers gave you complete information, certainly not a complete picture. Was there a reason, you decided to jump up and leave your family behind? From where we are sitting, there doesn't seem to be any good reason. So, would you like to tell us why you decided to go?" Cassian sneered, he found himself completely unable to believe that a spy could ever have been so lackadaisical about how easy it was for him to simply walk away from everything he had ever had.

"He gave us good information, about a group of Super Soldiers, that even HYDRA deemed as too unstable even by their notably lax standards. He told us that he had received intel from Barnes that there was still a group of four of them left in cryostasis that he needed help disposing off. He said that Stark would completely disregard the information, that he wouldn't even listen to it. That we had to work to solve the problem. That because Stark had become beholden to the stooges at the UN and the US government, that he would disregard this information." Designation: Falcon spoke beginning to look like he was thinking through some of his earlier decisions.

"SHUT UP, WILSON" Designation: (Former) Captain America roared before hissing at the man "they don't need to know about Siberia; they don't need to know what happened in Siberia."

"Oh, no, because you see what you are trying to prove here? You know that we still haven't been able to figure out what exactly happened in Siberia. You see, Dr Stark still hasn't woken up, so we can't rely on him telling us what happened there. But don't worry, not all is lost, for one thing, we are in the process of receiving some of the medical notes. Boy, do they paint a chilling tale of what you lot did to the guy, but hey we don't care what happens to you, but we do know that if you confess to what exactly happened, your eventual sentencing could go a bit easier." Jyn shrugged.

At this point, Cassian looked down in alarm, as he began to notice that the tablet he still held in his hands was beeping and vibrating. Swearing under his breath, he began to frantically tap at the screen, before looking up with a crazy look in his eyes.

"Guys, it looks like we are about to get company, make sure you get yourself to a seat with a belt, it looks like right now, we're about to have a bit of a rocky ride." Cassian hissed at both Dacia and Jyn before attempting to dart from the room quickly.

WHOOSH

Cassian launched himself from the room, running through the rest of the spaceship, not wanting anything to happen, at least, not on his watch. Almost colliding with the doors and walls, as he hurried through the spaceship, with one hand flung out to stop him from colliding with the solid silver coloured walls of the spaceship. He knew that he couldn't afford to hurt himself by running himself into the internal walls of the spaceship before he could sort out any of the potential problems. Gasping as a sudden sharp burst of pain bloomed and his hande accidentally rammed his wrist into the wall. Shaking his wrist as he took the tight turn over the silver gantry leading him into the cockpit.

Still shaking his hand out and he ran into the cockpit, threw himself into one of the seats and pulled one of the sets of headphones over his ears. Flicking a few of the switches up and down, he tried to get through some of the pre-flight checks as quickly as he possibly could. The only reason he was going through the check-list, was because he had had the act of going through the simple guidelines completely drilled into him, and he was well aware of the idea that some habits died hard. When Cassian felt that he had enough of the checklist gone through, he tried to speak calmly and rationally into the headphones.

"Okay, Bodhi, what do we have out there and should I fly with the wind at our backs, do we need to worry yet?" Cassian tersely asked, speaking to the AI that had long since helped him pilot the spaceship. Maybe it was more than a little strange that they had the voice of a dead Empire pilot helping them with their manoeuvres, but if the voice could help Cassian, then who was he to say no?

"It looks, Agent Andor, that we have picked up a tail, for now though, we seemed to have picked up a tail. My calculations indicate that we will need to seek some quick exit, at least if we want to avoid a conflict. We don't want to show these people what we are capable off, would you like me to pull evasive manoeuvres?" Bodhi asked, his voice not becoming strained as he kept his digital eyes on the planes that had been dispatched to follow them.

"Yes, pull evasive manoeuvres, something tells me that even repairing a glancing mechanical fault with the spaceship could be a bitch to repair," Cassian muttered, looking through some of the numbers in front of him.

Reaching a hand behind him, Cassian pulled the seatbelt across his chest and over his legs, before leaning towards the large microphone protruding from the console in front of him "People, this next part could get messy so strap in, and we'll get out of this in no time."

When he had the rest of the people warned, he leaned over and began flicking switches quickly, to an outsider it probably looked like he was flicking switches with no care as to what was going on with them. But Cassian was very comfortable with the fact that he had long been piloting these ships, at this point, he suspected that he could well pilot the ship in his sleep. But when it came to the potential for conflict and having to fly quickly, he would rather have the soothing voice of the BODHI AI to guide him to safety. There were just sometimes when he did not trust his abilities on their own to save his and his friend's life. Along with the spaceship!

Right now was a perfect example, because he honestly wasn't sure what the firepower of those planes attempting to chase him was like. He briefly wondered if he should automatically assume that the spaceships had capabilities like the TIE Fighters he had spent so long running from. Shaking the thoughts from his head, as he briefly mourned that the spaceship was beautiful, but it was no X-Wing Starfighter that he would be confident he could safely pull off the tight evasive manoeuvres.

Briefly overcome by a short burst of nostalgia, Cassian clasped the toggle in his hands and narrowing his eyes, pulled off some of the riskier manoeuvres in his life. Ignoring the fact that he was wondering whether or not his friends (and the prisoners) had put on their seatbelts, he knew that if they hadn't, then they would more than likely be getting bounced around.

After a while, Cassian breathed out a great big sigh of relief when he avoided the small planes, frowning down at the monitor in front of him. He frowned as he began to go through how long it would take for it to become an even bigger problem that he would need to start worrying about. Running a hand through his hair, his chest heaving up and down, as he considered how close it had been to the destruction they had been to something disastrous.

Making his way through the gangways of the spaceship at a slightly more sedate pace than when he had been making his way down. Reminding himself not to start humming under his breath. He didn't want to lose any semblance of his being a serious person, even if the prisoners wouldn't be able to hear the man, he didn't want to open himself to having forgetting himself.

WHOOSH

"Sorry about that, but I have dealt with the problem, we won't have to worry about it any longer. At least, not for a while. But were you guys able to find out any more information, or do you want to work out if you want to leave the problem alone for a while?" Cassian asked when he ran up to his friends in the corridor immediately outside the prison cells.

"Well, so far, none of them seem particularly clear on how they got here and what their actions may have led him to this point. Right now, I'm more concerned about how we can get out of this situation?" Darcy frowned.

"Right, that's fair enough, but we do want to know if we should get into contact with Ms Potts, see if she wants us to take any further actions before we go through with this. Would you like to pull the spaceship in a small cove and I can go out and see if I can do anything for the Spaceship. Somehow, I imagine that if we should need to prepare to run, we won't be given time to slow down!" Jyn offered.

She didn't want them to get into more trouble, at least not while she could still do something that she could perform even a quick patch job to fix. At this point though, she was well aware of the fact that she would need the help of Cassian. Even if she was well aware that sometimes her rather odd brand of ingenuity could see things where even Cassian couldn't. She honestly thought that it was all luck and a fresh pair of eyes seeing something that the normally brilliant pilot couldn't see.

"Sadly, for now, I think if we ran the risk of setting down anywhere, we would risk immediate notice. So far, though, I don't think that's anything for us to be concerned about. Might be an idea if we simply keep in mind, but we should keep an eye out and our ears to the ground, just in case we find somewhere that we can set down. Right now, though, that isn't important, what do we do about the prisoners, we can't hold them long term, no matter how much we might want too, it just isn't feasible for us." Cassian told the woman, grumpy at some of the risks they had already had to undertake.

"Cassian is right, but for now we can't do anything but hold them, at least we can be sure that we can hold them. At least they are not all in the same cell, that would cause me even more concern. Okay, I'll get into contact with Ms Potts and Ms Hill, we need to know if they want us to do anything in particular with these people. Jyn have a look at the security measures in place; I don't want any of them being able to get free and surprise us. Cassian go through the logs for the rest of the ship, we want this place running ship shape completely, I don't like even the possibility of being surprised." Darcy instructed her two friends, knowing at that point that what they needed at this point was to have a clear mission to follow.

Darcy watched as the two nodded at her, before darting off to do their tasks. Taking a deep sigh through her nostrils, she peered at the two running away from her, as she prepared to make a start in her tasks. Making her way through to the central nodule of the ship, she pulled out a desk chair and carefully lowered her weight into it. Leaning forward, she ran her eyes over the array of keys in front of her before lowering her hands to the keys. Sighing, a little in pleasure as her fingers began their familiar dance over the keys in front of her, right now she knew on an instinctive level what she wanted to do.

Opening up the secured email list, Darcy paused for a second as she began to think through some of the actions that she knew she was about to undertake. Flicking through the names in front of her, a frown crossed Darcy's face, as she prepared to do what she was about to do. Momentarily leaning back in the seat, as she paused to gather her thoughts before a small smirk crossed her face and she leaned forward again. Briefly shifting her weight from one bum cheek to the other, she shook her head, clearing the thoughts of indecision from her mind and began to compose an email, not wanting to forget about any of the details that she knew she would have to bring up and query. Attempting to reconcile herself with the knowledge that this next bit might be difficult to undertake, but she felt that it was one that she would have to take.

WHOOSH

In the cells, the prisoners were all looking at one another, seeming to forget that they had once been teammates. As one they seemed to be judging each other weaknesses, which they could begin to put stress on, who would be the most likely to crack first. Scott for one was wondering why he had ever let himself be pulled into this frankly ridiculous situation. He was beginning to realise that it was not in his best interests to rely on one old man for his opinions on everything. Scott knew what people were likely to say about someone in his position, a formerly convicted criminal, in the first place trying to get a job was an almost impossible task. Even though his former crime had not been a violent offence, he still saw the look on some people's face, when they heard that he had a criminal record.

Not for the first time since beginning this whole Superhero gig, he wonders if he was doing the right thing. Something told him that he wasn't because, in his more cynical moments, he still saw the looks on faces when people realised that a felon had just saved their lives.

"Guys, what did we get ourselves into, why were they hinting about Siberia? What does that have to do with anything?" Scott called out, peering over at Captain America's cell.

"Yeah, I've been wondering that, because when he left us in those cells on the RAFT, he was fine, but what happened there?" Sam's voice rang out, trying to contain some of his fury.

"Who cares about that man, it is fault we are in this position, to begin with, does anything about him have to concern us, beyond him getting his head out of his ass and out of this situation?" Clint asked, frowning at the silent Wanda's cell, he was beginning to become concerned about the woman and her continued silence.

Scott darted a glance over at Barne's cell; he could see that the man had become like a closed off book. Scott could remember that before the fight at the airport, the man didn't look like he was completely there. Scott wondered briefly to himself what demons the man was wrestling with. If he guessed correctly, the man, if it was indeed the Winter Soldier, had no shortage of demons to wrestle with, but he couldn't force his way in, there were some things that you couldn't do for another person.

"He, ah was fine, he received some startling information that's all, but look he just needed to cool down, he was attacking Bucky" Steve protested, for what Scott was privately sure wouldn't be the last time.

"What do you mean he just needed to cool down, the man never needed to stop and cool down, sure he sometimes loses his temper, but he wasn't one to let his emotions rule over him. " Clint sharply asked before musing "Part of his businessman persona coming through I suppose" some of his latent abilities as a super spy coming through in his tone.

"I meant exactly what I said; he was fine." Steve retorted, trying to shut down the line of questioning that he didn't particularly like.

"But Steve, man, they said that Stark hadn't woke up. What did you do?" Sam breathed, coming to a sudden realisation that he may have played his cards all wrong.

Qui-Gon Jinn was played by Liam Neeson in the Phantom Menace, he died at the hands of Darth Maul

Mace Windu was played by Samuel L. Jackson in the prequel movies

Mustafar is the volcanic planet that Sith Lords rise from and Darth Vader later makes his home

Otoh Gunga is the underwater city shown on Naboo in the Phantom Menace with Jar Jar Binks

Ahch-Too is the first maintained Jedi Temple shown in the The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi (this caused me a bit of excitement because these bits were shot on an island offshore Ireland).

Red 17 comes from Killjoys, it is a program that is used to illegally enhance the upper members of the RAC, to make them better killing machines. This information could be wrong, because I've only seen up to and including Season 2, Netflix UK doesn't offer any more =(