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CHRISTMAS REPOST: In den Herzen ist’s warm (Food Travel AU) now with pictures
Germany welcomes them back with a dark sky like wet concrete and light drizzle soaking the specks of snow still left on the grassy patches by the motorway.
“Well, that looks fucking inviting,” Shara says darkly, frowning through the windshield at the big building to the right. “How isn’t it lighter? It’s like two PM.”
Kes groans and rolls his shoulders with a slight grimace. “Where are we again? I lost my schedule.”
“Keeping it professional, Dameron –“
“Dresden,” Cassian says, and after brief consideration digs a scarf out of his backpack.
“This is the one with the Christmas market, right? That looked really nice.”
“Not in this weather it won’t,” Kay says indignantly and pulls the zipper of his jacket shut.
“Where exactly are we?” Shara asks, frowning out through the fogged-up window. “I’m buying a fucking umbrella right now.”
“We’re at the main station,” Draven says, getting to his feet and making his way to the door. “The weather is said to be better tomorrow, so we’ll tape the main bits on the market then. We quite liked the footage we got from you guys just exploring, so we’re giving you the rest of the day, just run around, see what you find. I’m gonna have to borrow Shara and Kes for a bit tonight, but otherwise –“
“Alright.” Cassian nods. “I’d quite like to get some lunch, actually.”
“Maybe go to the old town,” Jyn says. “I’ve seen pictures, it should look nice on camera.”
“Again, not in this weather,” Shara repeats, tucks her hair underneath her hood and steps out of the bus with a face like she was about to brave a hurricane.
Cassian shrugs. “We’ll find something.”
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Day 12: Cassian Andor
A little doodle to mark the 2nd year anniversary of the movie that ruined me.
(And Daniel?)
Jyn and cassian on a fire escape because of reasons - do whatever you want with it ✨
thank you for the prompt!
cw: grief/mourning, referenced death of a minor character
read it on ao3!
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There’s an unlit cigarette dangling from her fingertips when Jyn hears the door open behind her. The sound is muffled, drowned out by the city below her, but she isn’t worried about someone breaking into her apartment. If she’s counted the time correctly, then it’s just Cassian coming back from work.
“Jyn? You home?”
“Out here,” she calls back, voice rasping. God, she needs a fucking smoke. Her lighter is hidden somewhere inside, though; Cassian had taken it upon himself to take it away from her, and she’s been too lazy to buy (or steal) another one. Instead, she lets her head fall forward, arms stretching out in front of her and elbows resting on the railing of the fire escape.
She’s so tired.
“Hey,” she can’t see him, but she knows Cassian’s come up behind her. “You all right?”
When his hand touches the small of her back, she flinches away. He removes all contact immediately, and as an explanation, she mutters, “Don’t wanna be touched right now.”
“Okay.”
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Jyn and Galen Erso + Father/Daughter - requested by anon
Ficlet: Apologies
For @thegiddyowl who needed this right now <3
Very short- (also written very quickly so forgive the typos)
It only takes him 20 minutes to find her.
Not that she’s hiding, but she isn’t in any of her usual haunts. Honestly, she isn’t sure why she retreated here, of all places. Her quarters are stark and bare, especially now that she hardly ever uses them. She tripped over a pair of boots without laces when she stumbled in, and the only decoration is her least favorite breastband thrown over the chair.
The pillow is as flat as she remembered it, but it’s enough as she kicks off her boots and presses her face into it. The tears come immediately and it’s a relief to let them go. Better here than in the medbay, where Kalonia is dealing with the body and Cassian is getting yelled at by Draven.
She realizes she should be thanking Cassian. He blew the mission for her– for her and Aleena. He did it without hesitation as well, never once told her to leave the girl that had risked everything for them. He never said she wasn’t worth it, or wasn’t important. He never said her injuries were too severe, that she wouldn’t make it anyway.
It kills Jyn that she almost made it. Jyn got her onto the ship and kept her alive for five hours of hyperspace, only for her to die in surgery on Home I.
Kalonia had the decency to not mince her words when she broke the news– “She was lost too much blood, she was too weak. I’m sorry.”
Jyn nodded and ignored Cassian’s hand on her back, then ran away as soon as Draven arrived.
He has a right to be angry, she supposes. They blew their covers and any chance of contact with war profiteer Kral Bernaal in favor of attempting to save his niece, who died getting them a meeting with him.
Were he alone, Jyn knows Cassian would not have saved her. He would’ve put the mission above all else, as a good spy would. He would’ve recognized her as expendable, and an unnecessary risk, and left her to her fate.
But Jyn isn’t good at thinking like a spy, and it makes her sick to think she could ever view other sentients who help her that way– as tools, as means to an end.
So she cries into the flat pillow she barely uses for a girl she knew for barely two days. A girl who died for them. A girl they couldn’t quite save.
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“You know it’s messed up, right?” she mutters, still staring ahead. “Us, the whole thing?”
(It is, though, it is. It’s so messed up. She’s up to her ears in something that should have only ever been a means to an end, and it’s somehow monopolised her emotion and every last thought. The way he looks at her – God, it’s… it’s everything she ever dreamt the damn antidepressants to be, and she doesn’t even want to consider what it might feel like to lose it. She’s so out of her depth, and he is too. Maybe that’s the scariest part, really; this thing between them, what he does to her, it goes both ways. She doesn’t believe she was meant to be part of something like this. She doesn’t think she was built for it.)
Cassian sighs, staring into his paper cup. “I know, yes.” He glances over to her, his eyes warm in the sunlight, and adds in soft voice that sends a shiver down her spine: “It is, but… I’m happy, you know? Maybe it’s stupid, but I’d do it again.”
You give way to an enemy this evil with this much power and you condemn the galaxy to an eternity of submission. The time to fight is now!
Rogue One : A Star Wars Story ( 2016 ), Dir. Gareth Edwards
As a symbol, water often stands for spiritual cleansing and rebirth.
Jyn Erso is kinda over it.
I’d love to see more meta about the fact that the Rebellion was named what it was not due to any particular romantization of the Republic, but because Palpatine’s entire government’s claim to legitimacy was dependent on portraying the Empire as an evolution and extension of the Republic.
By naming themselves the Alliance to Restore the Republic, the Rebels were directly undermining everything that the Empire was built on, and were calling Palpatine’s bluff on being a legitimate ruler.
This is made obvious when you consider how many former Separatists were in the Alliance’s ranks, and how one of the key central platforms of the New Republic’s constitution once they formed their government was that membership in the New Republic was fully voluntary. Any system that ever wished to secede was able to do so at will.
That is how and why so many systems were not a part of the New Republic in Bloodline. How and why Ryloth was able to become a fully independent system that had fuck all to do with the New Republic. How and why so many criminal enterprises, up to and including the First Order, were able to thrive in the decades that the New Republic was strongest - the New Republic’s charter was written with the Separatist system’s demand to be left alone very central to their platform, and because of that a whole lot of space never had anything to do with them - were fully self-governing with no acknowledgement of any kind of larger galactic law (things like laws against slavery,labor regulations, etc) because they simply didn’t want to.
The decision to join or not was taken rather seriously by all systems in the galaxy. In fact the Aftermath books even told us that there was a time the Alderaan flotilla debated on if they wanted to enter into this union or not (we know they eventually did as Leia would go on to be their senator in the New Republic senate, but the book gave us a look at them debating on it and weighing the pros and cons).
One of the things I appreciate in Star Wars is there are no perfect political systems, and you can very clearly see how the events of previous eras influenced the choices that were made later on. Even the mistakes that result in the greatest losses come from very understandable beginnings.