Cassian peered out of the window in front of him, wondering what awaited them when they landed. He hoped that they were not about to get into trouble, mainly because it could be dull when the trio got into difficulty, especially if it was something that they could easily get off. It was a shame that Dacia held so strongly to her beliefs of never overplaying their hand, things could be dealt with so much easier if they weren't holding themselves back on a near constant basis. Even if Dacia explained it as wanting to keep some of their abilities under wraps, after all, there was nothing worse than feeling like you had to play catch up.

Frowning when he heard the machine beep a little, he leaned forward ready to press the buttons frantically. He wasn't sure what exactly what had happened, so he wanted to check the monitors in front of him. Cursing to himself when he wondered what kind of trouble they had managed to get themselves into, he wanted to make sure that he could mitigate any form of bother before it came something bigger. Muttering to himself, as he cast his eyes over the read-outs in front of him, it did not look as if much was going wrong. Or at least, it did not look as if they were about to find themselves in serious trouble.

Becoming irritated when he realised that there was no real need for him to become overly stressed, it looked as if he would next to move up the potential repair work to the spaceship. Cassian sighed, settling back in his seat when he noted that they were beginning to come into land. Growling to himself as he connected the phone to the spaceship and 'downloaded' a list of the problems to the spaceship. He would need to look further into these problems, probably because he wanted to make sure that there was not anything more pressing for him to look at because there was always something.

When he realised that it was time for him to be getting back to his friends, he glanced down at the small device in front of him and carefully unplugged it, slipping it in his pocket. Flicking a few of the switches in front of him, making sure that the spaceship was likely to hold steady, he did not want to wander away from the pilot's seat, only for them to get into trouble and he would have to play catch-up and sprint back to the pilot's seat. Strolling from the room, he whistled as he made his way through the spaceship, wanting to check with Dacia and Jyn what their next few steps should be.

Not wanting to bother hurrying through the corridors, Cassian found himself deep in thought, he was wondering what his next few days were going to be like, were they going to stressful or calm? He felt himself slipping further into his thoughts as he walked. The originally silver corridors, he made another mental note to make sure that he cleaned the walls, he preferred to make sure that the walls gleamed. It might seem like he could be incredibly vain, or as Dacia liked to tease him spaceship proud, but he saw no problem with wanting the thing that you lived on to be completely clean. Jyn usually just left him to with nothing more than eye roll to show that she did not easily understand why her friend got so uptight about the cleanliness of the spaceship that he called home. She could understand wanting to make sure that where he lived was clean, even if she still thought that the man took too far.

WHOOSH

Entering the small computer nodule, he nodded to his two seated friends. Watching in amusement as the two woman surged from their seats, poking at buttons and reading monitors, he wondered if he should tell them that there were some things that he was rapidly becoming nervous about. Jyn, however, took the decision right out of his hands when she began to speak.

"That felt a bit bumpier than it should, Cassian is the spaceship in worse condition than we thought?" Jyn nervously asked.

"Well it is, and it isn't. I knew that we were in trouble, but I am not too concerned yet, it will simply require a larger fix than I thought, nothing more than anything I should be able to handle. I would be concerned if there was any possibility of us having to flee for our lives." Cassian denied with a sigh.

"Okay, Cassian there will probably be meetings when we get there, would you like Jyn and I to handle them while you fix the spaceship?" Dacia gently asked.

"That might be better, I've got a feeling that we might run into difficulty sooner rather than later. At the very least, I will be able to look further into seeing whether or not we can track what is going on at home." Cassian muttered with a sigh.

"Okay, that's fine, is the spaceship on cruise control now?" Dacia asked, wondering why Cassian had opted to come back to them.

"Yes, I wanted to scan further the area they told us to set down in," Cassian muttered.

"You don't think we could be in trouble here though, right? Because I'm not ready for a fight." Jyn sharply asked, knowing that Cassian's instinct should be trusted.

"No, nothing like that, just that once we drop off these prisoners, we have to ask ourselves what our next step should be." Cassian waved off the woman's concern.

"Alright, well, for now, we are going to have to focus in on looking at whether or not there is a possibility that this is something we need to keep in mind. I don't want to slip and fall right before we need to make a sudden move, so Cassian as soon as you can you need to work on making sure that it's possible for us to get away easy. I haven't told you so far, but I have also been getting something telling me that we need to be ready to make a run. While nothing tells me that we are in immediate danger, I want us to be ready to make a run for it." Dacia sighed wearily.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Jyn frowned.

"I mean that there is a feeling in the back of my mind that something is happening back at home, but it's doing my head in because I know it could be a complete struggle for us to get back. Is it even possible for us to go home?" Dacia explained with a sigh, still feeling slightly confused.

"Not yet, but if I can have some time to look through the systems on board this spaceship, there could be a way for us to get back in touch with some of the people we left behind. Though, it would be dangerous, so I don't want to build up your hopes, I didn't mention it because I wasn't sure it could work. But it might take me a month or two to work out all of the kinks. If we have the time, while we are here, I would like to run a complete deep-systems check. Is that okay?" Cassian told the two with a frown.

"That should be fine; I shudder to think of the messes we could get ourselves into if this spaceship can't be ready for us to have the ability to run and get us the hell out of dodge if needs are," Dacia remarked heavily.

"Yeah, that should be fine. I can go over these machines, and if you can spare Jyn at any point, she can hit the books with me, just until I can work out whether or not this knowledge is all theoretical. If we know whether or not we can trust this vessel if we need to put it through its paces." Cassian sighed thinking of all he would have to do as he ran a hand through his hair.

Dacia nodded thoughtfully, wondering what was likely to come up with the next few days for her to be concerned about. There was something that had been bothering her ever since she had woken up to those feelings. She felt like something was climbing up her spine, an awareness that there was something else bothering her.

She had not felt anything like this in a long time, but all that she knew was that it involved feelings or instincts that she had not felt reared in a long time. She only hoped that for not it meant light at the end of the tunnel because she wasn't particularly enjoying this current mission. She supposed that now that they had completed all of their objectives, that it was only natural for her to feel ready to move on, she just worried whether or not she was starting to get too restless. Either way, she could feel the itch nay the desire to move on as quickly as possible and wanted to know what had changed for her.

Dacia felt her desire to get out of this world, crawling up her spine, she only knew that for now, she grew tired of constantly feeling like she had to be constantly engaged and ready to play politics. It was a bit rich of her to feel this way, given that back Home she was running from one set of bad politics from one planet to the next. It would seem like it was destined to be a running theme with them – always having to run from one bad situation to the next.

For now, though, she was more concerned with whether or not it was her impatience to keep moving, was it possible that she was tricking herself into believing in things that were not there? Was it possible that it was her nostalgia raising its head again and making her believe in things that aren't there? She did not want to believe that this was possible, but she felt as if she would not be able to trust herself until she worked out why she was feeling the things that she was. Shaking her head out, she turned her attention back to the matter at hand, knowing that it would not serve her well if she got hopelessly distracted.

"Okay, we need to keep focused on this matter, at least until we can work out what our next moves should be. I can try and take the majority of these meetings and allow you two to work on what is happening here. Just keep me updated, I keep feeling like we are missing something, but I can't work out what or why I would be feeling like that, it makes no sense!" Dacia told the two when she had digested what she was being told.

"I'm happy to continue with that, are you sure though that you will handle both Potts and Hill on your own? We won't be there immediately to get you out of trouble if you should need it." Cassian reminded the woman, a worried look in his eye.

"No, I should be fine. I am a bit worried though that you have forgotten exactly what I am capable of, and I should thank you for remembering who I am." Dacia testily warned the man.

The only excuse that Dacia could think of for why she was behaving in the way that she was was because she was rapidly becoming fed up with being underestimated. It was one thing to be underestimated by her enemies and people within this universe, simply because she had taken great care to ensure that no one knew of her true capabilities. She liked it that way; she liked feeling as if she had a trump card that she could fall back on, should she need it. The only thing that bothered her was when her friends underestimated her; she was big enough to admit that it stung her a little to know that someone thought so little of her. She supposed that if she did not spend so much time carefully hiding her abilities and not utilising them even when she was on the spaceship.

"Has the Force came back then? I know that you said you were struggling to access it." Jyn remarked, looking pensive.

"It's not completely there yet; I have been working on getting myself back into contact with it, for now, I can only describe it as comparing to a radio that is just out of frequency. I have to train myself to access it through a different manner, just easier said than done. How long until we land, I want to try working on some of my meditative abilities, because at least then I reckon I can start to work out where I can go from here." Dacia sighed, thinking of some of the things that she wanted to do before they met with the people they had been for so long taking orders from.

"Yeah, we don't have that long, so honestly if you want to meditate you might have just enough time, but don't do a whole 'vision quest' we won't have enough time for that," Cassian told the woman with a mocking hand gesture as he spoke.

"Oh hah ha." Dacia mockingly laughed, making a face at the man.

She knew that there was little to no point in her getting overly frustrated with the man she knew that this was how the man processed his feelings. He tended to mock everyone and everything around him when he became stressed. It could be irritating at times, but it was just the way the man worked.

"No, but I feel like if we want to be assured of our safety, then it could be important that I am in touch with the part of me that allows me to reach the Force. For too long, I have been without it and now that there is even the slightest possibility that I can begin to reclaim some of what I feel allowed me to be more in touch with the Universe." Dacia explained biting her lip, unsure of what she could expect now.

Cassian only nodded distractedly, immediately becoming engrossed in whatever it was that was showing up on the small tablet/phone device he held in his hands. Jyn looked over at the man, wondering what the man was thinking. She knew the man well enough at this point to feel comfortable assuming that it was something the man hadn't anticipated. She felt worried as she wondered what exactly it was that had the man so freaked out, her worry only increased when she considered that it was more than a safe bet that anything that freaked out Cassian had to be a serious matter. Especially when it came to anything related to the spaceship that they were all stood on.

"Okay, I'm going to go and try and centre myself a bit more, I do not want to go into a situation blind unless I have to, not again. At the very least it might help me feel more comfortable in my skin." Dacia confessed before marching from the room.

WHOOSH

Dacia wandered out of the room, wondering if she was even going to find the opportunity to listen to her thoughts. Dacia thought with a gulp that the stakes had gotten so much higher than she could have easily anticipated. Dacia was well aware that if she didn't keep an eye on things over the next few days, then it could only prove to be something bad.

All her life Jyn had tried to run from the possibility of ever being considered the weak link. She had had more than enough of walking into situations knowing that she was not at her finest, not ready for even the slightest chance that she might be put through her paces. That was all going to change now, the end was in sight, and for now, the only thing that she could reasonably do was prepare for anything. Right now, she did not feel comfortable enough with assuming that everything would work out because a quiet whisper at the back of her mind told her that there were even bigger things to play for.

Making her way into her room, Dacia carefully lit one of the scent infusers she had set up around the perimeter of her bedroom. Dacia did not have a pressing, burning desire to find out what could happen to a naked flame on a spaceship, though she did still have a love for smelly things. Almost uncomfortable, Dacia thought that she did not particularly feel exceedingly comfortable when she was around flames. She had spent too much of her life fleeing from explosions, both metaphorical and real explosives.

Unrolling her yoga-style mat, Dacia sat her pretzel legged on the mat and closed her eyes; she threw her conscience forward from her body. She knew that Yoda at least would be annoyed with Dacia for becoming this lackadaisical with her safety, but Dacia hadn't come across many people in this new Universe that was able to pick up and attack her mind. Especially not one that was built like hers, Mace would always comment that he had never encountered a mind with as many inbuilt security measures as Dacia's.

She wasn't even sure whether or not someone like Designation: Scarlet Witch would be able to get into the other woman's mind, not when they were still onboard this spaceship. Among some of the more impressive security measures on the ship included prevention for somebody like Designation: Scarlet Witch who only used her powers offensively. At the very least, Dacia still struggled with being able to reach out to the Force, but she only hoped that it would begin to become even slightly easier for to reach out to the very thing that had for so long given her trouble. Maybe she theorised that could give her a bit of self-assurance in the days to come.

It was with these thoughts in mind that she began to give a customary scan to her new Universe. She still felt like it was a preach in someone's private inner-most thoughts if she paid more than the scantest amount of concentration. In any case, she only wanted to ensure that the wrong people did not know about their presence and that they did not mean her any harm.

It also served two-fold, because now Dacia was able to keep an 'eye' on whether or not they were likely to be interrupted by anyone from their Home Universe. Dacia might have nothing more than her gut to go on to tell her that something big was about to happen, but she worried about someone managing to track them down. Sure, they might have been living in this Universe for a long time, but she wasn't quite sure on what the progression of time was like in their Universe compared to back home.

Still, with her eyes closed, Dacia raised a metaphorical eyebrow when she realised that she could feel something she had missed for a very long time. It might only be a whisper, but Dacia hoped that it was what she thought it was, not wanting to have hope ripped from her, especially when she had lived her life without for a very long time.

Wasn't it about time for something good to happen to them to them again?

She could wonder all she wanted about whether or not this could portend of something even more serious. Dacia wondered what would happen if a threat from their home universe was able to follow them here, she wasn't even sure what kind of toll it would take for them to fight. It had been so long since they had trained with the threats that they could face back Home in mind. Dacia worried that they had allowed their slip into compliancy slowly, but she shuddered to think of how much time it could take for them to be ready for a threat from back Home.

She could only hope that it would never come to that because she wondered if they would be able to pay a high price if it came to it. Which, Dacia was all too aware could be incredibly high. She only hoped that blind luck would be enough to see her through any of her upcoming challenges. She felt comfortable enough to assume that they were indeed on their way.

Opening her eyes with a snap, Dacia got up and glanced at the floating clock in her room; she chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to work out whether or not it was going to be a tight squeeze. Making a quick decision, she decided that she had spent more than enough time meditating. Normally, Dacia hated spending any time without achieving any of her physical goals, but now she was able to reassure herself, that she had managed to get into contact with something that had long since left her. To her, that was worth all the stress in the world, that there was even a slim possibility out there that she could begin to reconnect with some of the things that had long ago left her.

She did not want to feel cast adrift again, but now that she had felt some of the things coming back to her, she would be able to work on making her connection to the Force that much stronger. Dacia did not want to know what she does if she were abruptly cut off again from the life-giving force that she had for so long taken advantage of and taken as an entitlement.

Casting her hand out to the side again, Dacia watched with a frown as the standard pencil she had earlier left on her bedside cabinet. She growled to herself when she struggled to lift up the pencil, not feeling much beyond disappointment when she watched the pencil shudder a little in the air. She tried to reassure her that it was more likely that she would not be able to get back in touch with something that had long evaded her grasp. If it was going to be difficult for her to levitate the simple pencil, then so be it, she was not the type to shrink from a challenge, even if it just made her angry and wanted to succeed out of nothing more than spite!

Looking over at the time again and feeling her eyebrow go up when she realised just how much time she had wasted through her introspection. She leapt to her feet and hurriedly rolled up the yoga mat before storing it in the back of her closet. Glancing around the room as she prepared to leave, she darted across the room to gently blow on the scent infuser, not wanting to come back to an overly smelly bedroom!

Making her way back through the silver corridors, Dacia hoped a hopeful tune to herself, feeling for the first time in a long time at ease with herself. She could only hope that it would not take her as long to get back in touch with something that had been so callously ripped from her a long time ago.

Dacia had felt that particular loss like an amputated limb; she had only known that if she ever regained the use of the Force again, she would not take it for granted. She had known how bereft she had felt when she despaired of ever feeling like she could connect with the thing that for so long had made her into the person she was. She could see how with the benefit of hindsight that it was a mistake for her to have allowed herself to be even passingly defined by one tiny little thing. She could not be sure whether or not she had realised at the time that she was sleep-walking towards allowing her personality to be shaped by one facet of it, but she would not (could not) allow the same thing to happen to her again.

Making her way from the room, she wanted to discuss with Cassian and Jyn some of what she had learnt, some of what she had managed to glean from her most recent meditation. With a spring in her step, she made her way towards the central computer nodule, wanting to make sure that her friends knew of some of her most recent discoveries.

WHOOSH

Making her way into the room, she took in a deep breath of air as she looked at her friends. Upon noticing that the two of them still looked like they were just as restless as they were when she left them, Dacia decided to rip off the metaphorical band-aid and tell them the truth now.

"Guys, you know how I sometimes struggle with being able to get in contact with the Force?" Dacia started, unsure of how she should continue to explain.

"Yeah, why, has something happened?" Jyn cautiously asked, not wanting to build her hopes up in case Dacia truly had nothing new to share with them.

Cassian looked up from the small phone type device in his hand, despite himself. Carefully eying the man's ruffled appearance, Dacia thought that even more repairs must be making themselves apparent to the man.

"I was able to make a connection with the Force, but I'm worried as to what that could spell for us. The last time I was able to fully immerse myself with the Force, we were fleeing for our lives. Though, what concerns me is that the last time I felt a glimmer we had just crossed over into this universe and I'm worried about what it could mean. On the one hand, it is a good thing that I can feel the Force again, but I'm hesitant to visit the local Cantina and get truly shit-faced, because what if it means that someone has followed us through?" Dacia explained quickly, knowing by now that it could sometimes be easier if the metaphorical band-aid were ripped off.

"Wait, but I'm lost wouldn't that normally be considered a good thing? Up until now the only thing, we haven't had much to go on other than our memories of the place. Heck, we have not even known if it was still standing!" Cassian cautiously remarked, his dark eyes swimming with unasked questions.

"Normally, I would say that it is a very good thing, but we can not be sure what condition our Home Universe is in. Do not forget that when we left it behind, it was still ripping itself apart over differing ideologies." Dacia cautioned.

"Fair point, it could be something that we need to avoid, if and this is a huge if, it's a threat do we need to add on much more training?" Jyn worriedly asked.

"We might do, but Dacia is there any way for you to safely work out exactly what the potential problem is?" Cassian allowed thoughtfully.

"I think so, in any case, we might be able to work out exactly what is going wrong. I will keep my feelers out during the upcoming days and weeks to come, with the precise hope that we should hear something. In any case, I want to do some more strength training; if there is someone who has followed us, it is more likely that they will be following the Old Ways from our Universe. If it should be an enemy, I do not think that they will be particularly bothered enough to check up on tactics from here, I do not want us to find more trouble than we need, precisely because we did not bother to keep practising our strategies. We need to remember how to be able to work together, especially if we come up against a threat from our home." Dacia cautioned, her eyes growing big as she tried to warn her friends of her worries.

"Okay, well we can work on that because at least now we know exactly how many problems we are likely to face at this stage. Jyn if you start working with Dacia to nail down a routine for us to follow, while I try to land this bird." Cassian instructed before leaving the room at a quick trot.

The two women huddled together to discuss what they would need to focus on.

WHOOSH

Clint looked up in alarm; he had been seated on the solitary cot-type bed in his cell, his mind whirling through some of the things that he had done, some of the steps that he had taken. One of the things he wondered about, was at what point he had thought it was an intelligent move for him to act without thinking. He had long since known that one of his problems included him leaping before he looked.

Goodness knows that he still had the aches and pains (thankfully the surface bruises had long since faded) of where he had tried that as an Avenger. Had he not always been so willing to trust his safety to Stark then? Why did he not wait to hear what Stark had to say for himself before he marched in all guns blazing?

One thing that annoyed him constantly was when people looked down on him, thinking he was stupid, simply because he chooses to use a bow and arrow. Why did he continue to act in such a way that validated other people's low expectations of him?

He dreaded to think what his beloved Laura thought of him in light of this whole mess. Laura was fond of saying 'innocent until proven guilty', turns out the woman still regretted missing her chance to go to Law School. Either that or the woman just liked the way the five words sounded.

His mind cycled through all of the upcoming possibilities as he tried to work out exactly what he could expect. Part of a long-forgotten (and often unlistened too) part of his brain whispered that they had landed at some place that had a connection with Stark. For now, he just hoped that they would live to make it through the upcoming days if Stark did not choose to indulge his merciful, generous side, he dreaded to think what could happen.

He had met (and looked) warlords in the eyes and shot them down, he wasn't sure how far they could push Pepper Potts. She reminded him of a dragon at times, it might have been amusing to him to watch the woman turn her rage on other people, but now that there was a possibility he could face it? He could think of nothing more terrifying.

Why had he gotten himself involved in this mess again? He was free and clear; he did not have to worry about his old enemies managing to catch up with him.

Hind-sight was as always, he mused, 20-20, not even the great Hawkeye could see all potential outcomes!