Thanks so much for the prompt!
Here goes…
“There has never been ‘permanent peace’ in human history. But, there have been plenty of ages with decades of peace. In short, my hope is, haughtily enough, for a few decades of peace in the future.” – Legend of Galactic Heroes
2 ABY, Felucian Jungle
When they started, they tried to be smart about this. They reasoned that if they had to be walking through the night, their best bet was to pace themselves, stay alert for rancors and gelagrubs and troopers, and reach the tiny port by daylight before the last transport off planet for months. With the imperial presence on Felucia what it was, the Alliance couldn’t risk sending in another ship for them.
Of course, they originally meant to make the journey during the day, but after a scuffle and hasty retreat from their last place of residence (involving a bartender with an eye for bad credit lines, the head of an amateur militia, and a very angry tee-muss), they were delayed and had no choice but to walk through the night.
Jyn supposes the one advantage is that it’s much cooler at night, and she feels somewhat more energized without the humidity of the day closing in around her.
But that’s the only advantage. Hiking through the jungle in the dead of night is mostly just miserable, their headlamps bobbing ahead at the never-ending path to the spaceport, always too many klicks away.
The plan at first is to rest every two hours, but the trail turns steep ten minutes in and they find themselves stopped after one, breathing heavily and swatting at flies.
“How’re your ribs?” she said. She turned her head so her lamp is on Cassian’s face, hoping he won’t lie if she can see him. She’s right, or maybe he decides it’s not worth it at this point.
“They hurt.” He shrugs and his hand creeps up to rub the right side of his chest, where the tee-muss clipped him in the village. “But I don’t think they’re broken.”
“Good.” Jyn nods and turns away, hoping he won’t ask–
“Your shoulder?”
“Nothing’s broken.” Not a lie, but she definitely pulled something, or several somethings. It throbs with every step and doubts she’ll make it through the night without any sort of painkiller, but she won’t admit that yet.
Cassian accepts her answer and settles his gaze on the trail ahead. “Ready to continue?”
Jyn re-adjusts her pack. “Whenever you are.”
When they stop at hour two, Cassian actually puts down his pack and leans against a tree, adjusting the clothes sticking to his skin.
Jyn bounces on her heels with impatience. “Ugh, don’t do that. Then I’ll put down my pack and sit down and then I’ll fall asleep.”
He looks up. “You’re tired?”
“No more than you are.” She glares. It’s the middle of the night and they’re walking through the woods. Of course she’s exhausted. “Come on, let’s just keep going.”
“If we don’t pace ourselves, we won’t make it in time.” He takes measured sips of water from his canteen and makes no move to pick up his pack.
“Fine.” She lets her pack slide to the ground, grunting as the strap slides off her bad shoulder.
Of course, Cassian notices. “Are you sure you don’t need something for that?”
“I’m sure.”
“Jyn.”
“I’ll need it more later,” she snaps.
Cassian’s lips press together in a thin, disapproving line, but he doesn’t say anything.
They stand in silence for the next few minutes, taking small sips of water and catching their breath.
Tag: cats-and-metersticks
R1 Anatomy Canons: Jyn & Cassian
Motivated by this post from @basada-en-la-esperanza
[For an everybody-lives au, not necessarily in any of my ‘verses or fics]
~ I know there’s a post out there somewhere defining all of these but for the life of me I can’t find it so I’m just guessing
(P.S. if you know where that post is PLS LET ME KNOW it will bother me)
Okay back to content:
Headcanons:
J: If Jyn had received a formal education, she would’ve been recognized as a genius. But as it is, everything she knows she basically taught herself, and even if her knowledge is incomplete or biased in certain ways, it’s super impressive.
C: Basic was the first language Cassian learned after his native one, and the hardest to master. He knows several other languages now, all of them better than he knows Basic.Heartcanons:
J: Jyn’s been in love before. At one point, while bouncing around the Galaxy between Saw’s abandonment and Wobani, she met another slicer and fell in love with them. She didn’t mean to, it just happened. When she realized how far in she was, she left them in the middle of the night, with no warning or note. She changed her identity and never saw them again. It was her first and only relationship before Cassian.
C: Cassian’s secretly sentimental. He has keepsakes and mementos hidden in his room even though he’s never sure he’ll come back to base. He’d leave them in a heartbeat if he had to, but he still has them.Gutcanons:
J: Jyn has spent significant periods of time food insecure, and is an expert at rationing, because she can’t fight if she’s weak. She never wastes anything from the Rebellion canteen, and Cassian gets used to finding odd bits of food hidden around their quarters.
C: Cassian will always lose a hand-to-hand fight against Jyn. Every single time. He secretly likes it though 😉Junkcanons:
J: Jyn is a sass master, outdone only by Kay. (looks Cassian dead in the eye- “I found this blaster.”) Fight me
C: Cassian’s alcohol tolerance is garbageSpleencanons
J: Jyn has never compromised her central morals– even at her most desperate. She never worked for an Empire sympathizer, and never stole from someone she didn’t determine deserved it.
C: After Eadu, Cassian never lies to Jyn again. Not even a lie of omission
5 happy things 2, Electric Boogaloo
I know I did this recently, but I got tagged by @cats-and-metersticks who I think is super cool, and also it’s been a good week so why not?
So here are 5 things that make me happy (in no particular order)
1. getting to see an awesome friend
I got to see her twice in one weekend, it was amazing, she is smart and interesting, she always makes me happy and always makes me think, and I just feel really lucky to get to spend time with this amazing and cool person!
2. getting caught up on grading
I didn’t realize it was a thing I was capable of? But I went to the library for 600 hours on Saturday and again on Sunday, and I GOT SH*T DONE and since then I’ve been like – I don’t have grading to do? Or lesson planning for a few days? What is my life? I don’t know but I like it.
3. not living where I used to be living
You know that metaphor of the frog in a pot of water, and the temperature raises very slowly and the frog doesn’t notice it until it’s boiling? It’s just really nice to not be there anymore. I feel so lucky to have somewhere else to be. I no longer have to wonder how to explain to people that, like, thinking about the consequences of one’s actions on others is something we just do in the normal course of our days? I just… I have so much energy freed up, it’s great.
4. Arabic class
Nothing makes me feel like a complete person like learning. Learning Arabic, learning how to Human, learning to be a better teacher, coworker, friend, etc. Language learning in particular is so wonderful because I also really love to talk. (: It took me less than a minute to read the latest text from my teacher, while the first one she sent in Arabic took roughly 7.5 years to read – progress!
5. Like I would ever have a post about anything good that doesn’t mention MY STUDENTS
One of my favorite students, who doesn’t have class with me today, came into my room at the end of the day just to wish me a happy birthday. Another of my favorite students, I asked him if he feels like he’s starting to understand more in class, and he said he is and then, and I kid you not, he actually said “participation is key” as though he was reading my mind of Things Teachers Want Students To Really Internalize. I got a bunch of surly teenagers to dance to a silly five-minute dance work out. One of my classes has an ongoing story that now involves a turtle who eats souls. I really love my job you guys.
I’m not tagging anyone because I don’t like to pressure people, but please feel free to do this, it’s so nice to read happy things! ❤
Prompt: ‘We can’t have a crisis. My schedule is already full.’ Riff away! ;-)
yay! Thank you so so much for sending me a pdf of that fic I lost~ this is the best thank you I can give!
Nar Shaddaa, 6 ABY
“If you stop to shop one more time, I’m taking off without you,” Jyn says into her comm, heels up on the Falcon’s dash because she knows Han hates that.
Han snorts. “Like she’d allow you to fly her.”
“Really, Solo? She?”
“Hey, I know the heart of my ship. And so would you if you were worthy to fly her.”
“I appreciate your faith– Oh come on, not another clothing store. Don’t you have enough vests?”
“Quit stalking me, Erso.” Han glares at the security cam he knows she’s tapped into and goes back to picking through the sale rack.
Jyn shrugs and zooms in on a zit on Solo’s temple on the datapad propped on her knees. “I’m on a timeline here, and you’re easily distracted.”
“I’m trying to act casual. You know, so the thousand bounty hunters here don’t get suspicious.” He steps out of the camera’s range.
Jyn switches feeds. “Nice try.”
“Karking hell are you tapped into every feed on the planet?”
“Security in this sector is a joke. Which is how I managed to finish my half of this quickly and you’re somehow still 2 klicks from the hangar.”
Apparently finished, Han leaves the shop without buying anything and steps onto the narrow street. “Hey, you had it easier,” he mutters. “Hutts don’t move as fast.”
“And yet I still managed to frame one for murder in less time than it took you to steal three datachips.”
He huffs. “What’s the blazing hurry anyway? You’d better not be bleeding out in my cockpit.”
“Don’t be stupid, you know I have a flight to catch.”
He grits his teeth and she smiles. “It’s my flight. I’m taking you and Andor to Takodana.”
“At this point I think it’d be faster to get a public transport.”
“Public transport? Geez Erso, are you that thirsty after 2 weeks you can’t wait another hour or two?”
“Just get here, Solo.”
He laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Emotion (n.)
[Part of the More Important Things ‘verse]
Instinctive or intuitive feeling as distinguished from reasoning or knowledge
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The first time Kay hears the word emotion in his new life, it doesn’t come from Cassian. Although to be fair, he’s barely known the boy for twelve hours and at the moment, the organic is engaged in a heated argument with a man Kay understands is his superior.
Kay is standing off to the side, near a woman in white robes who arrived with Cassian’s superior. She’s the only organic in the room besides Cassian who doesn’t seem to be afraid of him– she doesn’t jump away every time he moves, remains relaxed even standing next to him.
Kay has some questions about his organic’s argument, and he decides he is 74% more likely to receive an answer from her than from anyone else. “Excuse me,” he says to begin, so she is not startled.
But she merely turns her head and regards him calmly, as if he were just another sentient. “Yes?”
“I do not understand this argument.”
“What don’t you understand about it?”
“Private Andor is being illogical.”
The woman seems amused. “Yes, it would appear so.”
“It would not appear. It is a fact. He has suffered a compound fracture in his left tibia. The chances of re-injury rise by 97% should he be allowed to leave the medbay.”
“You’re probably right.”
“Not probably. I am. Is Private Andor aware of these facts?”
“I believe so.”
Why can’t organics ever say a clear yes or no? “Then he is not behaving in a logical manner.”
“No, he is not.”
Kay waits, but the woman does not elaborate. “I do not understand.”
“He is frustrated and angry,” the woman says. “Are you familiar with those emotions?”
“I am not familiar with any emotions. I am a droid.”
“I see. Well, perhaps there’s a file you can download on organic emotions. Cassian puts up a decent front, but I’m sure it will be useful to you.” Then the argument seems to be over, and the woman leaves with Cassian’s superior.
Cassian is still on the bed, arms crossed and staring at the sheets. If the woman is to be believed, he is looking ‘angry.’ But Kay would prefer to think his organic is more logical than that. He must be an individual of higher intellect if he reprogrammed Kay the day before while they were trapped beneath a collapsed building.
He approaches Cassian’s bed. “Are you aware your tibia is broken?” Cassian doesn’t answer right away, and Kay decides to clarify. “That is the anterior bone in the lower leg.”
“I know.”
Kay does not understand Cassian’s tone, and decides the woman is right– perhaps a file on organic emotions would be useful. He makes a note to acquire one at his earliest convenience. But for now, he will simply inform Cassian of his error. “Your desire to abandon the care of medical professionals at this time is illogical.”
“I’m fine,” Cassian says, in the same tone as before.
Kay’s system momentarily stalls at the conflicting information. Perhaps Cassian is confused. “Are you aware your tibia is broken?”
Instead of answering, Cassian turns away and pulls the blanket over his head.
Kay decides his organic must be tired.
Rebellions are built on hope 