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[superweaponized]

fudges with some timelines, nobody dies au kind of thing

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[ The Rebel base was alive with celebration, as much as Cal had ever seen it. For the first time the normally somber soldiers focused on their missions danced and laughed and cheered as they reviled in the destruction of the Death Star. It had cost so many, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't understand the need to celebrate the victories, one that would hopefully tip the scales in the Rebel's favor.

Sitting back, drink in hand, Cal used to wonder why he'd come to the Rebels. The crew of the Mantis had scattered to the winds to each follow their own path and he'd thrown in with Saw and the partisans until his methods had turned him away from the man. He sighed and tipped back his glass, draining the liquid and leaning back in his chair before dismissing himself without a word to wander outside into the darkening night.

Thinking that he was alone, Cal stood in front of the temple that served as a base of operations for a long time before seating himself on the ground and preparing to meditate. But as it should be, there was another woman outside. Perhaps having similar thoughts in the crowd and needing some air. In the lights of the buildings, he recognized her as one of the few living soldiers from the recent mission on Scarif, he recognized her from the holo of the council meeting he'd seen. The ones who'd got the plans and made all of it possible.

A beat. He clears his throat, deciding to break the silence. ]

Hi. You're Jyn Erso, aren't you?

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[superweaponized]

[She can hear the celebrations of others behind her in the distance. It's not that she isn't happy, that this isn't the big thing they needed. It feels like something big, and they all have needed that for quite some time. She isn't unaware of all of that, but it still weighs heavy on her, the casualties, what they did, the loss of her father.

She heard the footsteps of someone coming out, but doesn't address them, figuring they're likely just going back out, but her name, her real name is on his lips as she flicks some of her hair out of her eyes to look up at him. Her tone is a little muted, but not wholly unapproachable like she normally is.]

I am. [She looks him over. She doesn't think he's one of the pilots. He might not even have been on Scarif, but either way he doesn't look familiar.]

Who are you? [Not the best introduction, but certainly not the worst she's ever had.]