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@rebxl
“ Do me a favor will you? “ He’s only got a little while longer until he leaves on what is likely to be a suicide mission. To be fair, he’s yet to take a single mission that hasn’t felt like a suicide mission. This one however, has a tinge of something different to it, something that has lead him to say what he’s about to. “ If I die, can you tell my wife? I don’t want her to wonder. “
@rebxl wanted a starter !
“So YOU are the one who went against the rebellion leaders and took it upon herself to head a mission for the plans? I’ve heard a great deal about you but I didn’t think you’d live to actually tell the tale.” Leia handed some coordinates to a technician and turned her attention to the other, a small smile planted on her lips. “I am PLEASED to see that you did, I would like to offer my own gratification for what you risked. You have saved many people, you should feel proud of yourself. You should ALL feel proud.”
@rebxl
The last thing he remembered before waking up in the makeshift hospital on Yavin IV was the explosion coming from them. He was going to die, he knew it, and he was ready for it. And then, despite the heat, it didn’t come. Only darkness came, and now that was giving way to the sound of celebration. He nearly cried out from the pain of sitting up, but managed to stay silent. That is, until he saw the other inhabitant of the room.
“Jyn? How are we-- what’s going on?”
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[From this: staying close to them to keep them warm]
It was a natural result of being born and raised - at least until the age of six - on a planet as cold as Fest, planet of bitter winds, ice and snow, of dense industrial zoning and toxic waste dumps, scattered with Imperial bases and production facilities testing alloys of phrik and billowing byproducts skywards to contribute to the desolate smog. He didn’t get cold. Nevermind that his parka was suitable for the chill weather, but Jyn wasn’t dressed nearly warm enough and after wrestling her protesting limbs, trembling despite her valiant intentions, into his coat, he wrapped an arm about her waist and yanked her close to him with very little ceremony, hipbones colliding with a solid jar.
“Bodyheat,” he supplied lowly, an explanation which didn’t need verbalized. “The transport will come soon. If it’s much longer, we need to pace. Sitting still won’t help bloodflow.”
To be honest your icon was taken in my bathroom bye
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Such a good day with the sweetest people in the entire universe
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