D I R E C T O R

;( offuco )

Jyn considered explaining herself for a moment, but she realised that an explanation might result in her idea being shot down. The Director might discipline her for whatever she did, but at least she’d have a little fun. And it was her birthday - didn’t she deserve to have fun? 

She stood up, running her hands over her uniform to straight it off and brush it down, before her fingers flexed a little and she glanced at her hands. It only took her a moment to summon up enough courage to lean forwards and grab the Director by the cuff of his neck, pressing her lips against his in a teenage frenzy and mild confusion. It wasn’t the sort of thing she’d ever done before, but Jyn had come to want the Director rather more than she should, not only for her age but because he was her superior. 

After a moment she pulled away, sitting herself back down to await whatever response he was going to give her.

Krennic frowned when Jyn stood up, tilting his head ever so slightly in surprise. It was in this surprise that he suddenly found himself being grabbed, and then immediately after that, was aware of the sensation of being harshly kissed. It was childish-- it was spontaneous in nature and so went no further than the dry contact common among teenagers, even ambitious children destined for beguiling, but it was still intensely surprising. It was over as quickly as it had happened.  

Jyn sat down and looked at him expectantly. He took a few moments to look at the table, gathering his thoughts, before he began, speaking sternly and looking at her with a frown on his face.

;( offuco )

Jyn’s heart stopped for a moment, taking in a deep breath to acknowledge properly what he’d just said. He would allow her to see her father. Even if it was another two years away, he had hinted that it may even be sooner. Within the next two years she would meet her father, the last remaining part of her family that she knew of. Jyn let a smile creep onto her face, letting her facade of professionalism fall as she beamed.

“Thank you Director.” She said happily, watching as he drank again. As he asked for her to continue she went quiet, pursing her lips together for a moment.

“May I try something?”

Almost immediately upon hearing her third question, Krennic’s defences went right back up. He tensed slightly and he sat up straighter. He was not overly fond of anyone under his command trying to do anything. “It depends what it is, first. What is it, exactly, that you want to try?” 

;( offuco )

Jyn could have sworn that Krennic’s words brought back memories she didn’t know she had, and it took everything in her not to reach to her neck for the crystal that sat against her chest beneath her uniform. Now, looking back, she could see her mother giving it to her, she could remember Lah’mu. The necklace was already contraband, she didn’t need to draw any attention to it with the newfound memory.

She had been a little taken aback to learn that her father was alive, not expecting that to be the case. For some reason her memories struggled to grasp him to the same level that she could remember her mother, even if that level was only rudimentary.

“Can I meet him?” She asked tentatively, unsure as to how he’d react to her request.

“When you turn eighteen.” He murmured, not quite ready for the conversation with Galen yet. He then frowned, and thought on it. “Perhaps sooner. I’ll think about it further.” He licked his lips, looked down, discovered another half-finished drink and he finished that one also before he looked back up. 

platonic meme | accepting 

43: sharing a blanket

|_ Grand Admiral Thrawn was on board the Star Destroyer Krennic was currently based on, and that meant that the ship temperature had been knocked down to several degrees colder than comfortably chilly to accommodate for Thrawn’s personal preferences. When Jyn walked into his dormitory, Krennic had substituted his cape for one of the many blankets he’d layered onto of his bed, and was wandering about his quarters wrapped in a massive thick duvet. He nodded a welcome while attempting to juggle a mug of coffee in the massive blanket mittens that were passing for hands. 

;( offuco )

Jyn accepted his terms silently. She didn’t like the fact that after all these years he would still withhold information from her, but she supposed that was just how things went. Besides, she was still a child, and while well on her way to becoming an officer of a class similar to his, she still had a lot to learn. Perhaps one day she would learn the answers for herself.

Sitting opposite him she began with the first question, one that had been pressing on her mind since before she had agreed to do this. It wasn’t the sort of thing she imagined she’d forget naturally, so there was some doubt as to whether or not he’d answer, but she’d been thinking about this for years now.

“Who are my parents? What happened to them?”

Krennic took a deep breath as images and words and voices flashed through his head. A scar deep in his shoulder throbbed with the memories returning to him, and for a few moments, he saw two faces, haggard yet hopeful in defiance; Jyn as a child, barely ten years old, and her father. 

He wouldn’t be here if he was a genius, if he could have avoided involving her father or perhaps outwitted some of the other members in the Imperial Senate. But, he was right. He was not a genius and now he sat in the last place that would ever be his home, a damp and dark cage that held him behind iron bars. It would only be a few more hours that he would have to sit inside of that cage, for soon he would be free- in a sense. Part of her almost wondered if they should have given him an actual bed to rest on for his last night alive- but she also knew that no one else would go for such a thing.

Lips purse as he speaks of people and their dislike for him, their disrespect; He was not wrong. People all over the galaxy would probably love to be in Jyn’s position right now, to be the one to pull the trigger and end the life of a brutal tyrant. She could only imagine how messy it would be should some random person be chosen for this task. But they had picked her, put her in charge of all of it. Sometimes she thought to who decided such a thing but she also did not want to know, nor their reasonings behind it.

His request is a simple one, one that showed respect to the one that had died or been killed. As much as she hates him- truly hates him- she can’t deny him such.   ❝  What planet are you from? We will have a headstone arranged.  ❞

|_ “Lexrul. Mid Rim, Trax sector.” Krennic replied quickly-- far too quickly, this he knew-- but he wasn’t sure if Jyn was going to change her mind. Krennic wasn’t sure about anything any more, and his helplessness left a near-constant feeling of unease in his gullet. 

His head remained stooped, looking to the ground, staring at his knees as he continued to assess. He was no genius but he and Galen we similar in potential. If he wasn’t in chains and still within the bowels of a star destroyer, he might even say that he was greater in mind-- but he wasn’t. Krennic was trapped in a dampened dungeon of his enemy. Outsmarted, outgunned, out of mind and out of time.

“Thank you for doing this. I don’t...” he paused and the pause stretched out into a long silent gap between words. He had no idea what he wanted to say. Well, he did, he just couldn’t find the words. When he’d lived-- ah, there it was. He’d been waiting to see how long it would take before he’d begin referring to himself in past tense instead of present. He continued to think on how to push his thoughts, his inner turmoil, his daring trespass into unknown territory onto his tongue and out so Jyn would hear it. He felt lost, pathetic in his bareness. 

;( aspirationchoked )

Despite the difference in height Jyn had no trouble in keeping up with Krennic, keeping her eyes forward as they walked. She knew where they were going, used to taking this path on several occasions by now - sometimes escorted, sometimes in his presence, sometimes alone - but she was no stranger to the man’s quarters. 

“It’s my birthday.” She told him, hoping she didn’t sound like the child she still was. “You made a promise to me when I enlisted, that on my sixteenth birthday you would answer my questions. I want them answered, Director.”

Krennic stopped walking, freezing in place, his knees almost going weak. She was right; it was her birthday. He slowly began walking again until he got back to his former pace. “When we get to my quarters, your questions will be answered. I don’t have much time, however, so prioritise.” They continued on in silence, Krennic’s cape flaring out like a peacock tail behind him. 

Soon, the familiar ever so slightly off-tone pneumatic hiss of his doors opening welcomed them both into Krennic’s personal quarters. There were no clothes strewn about, but there was an alternate pair of boots by the door and the bed, in the corner as opposed to the centre of the room, was unmade and messy. There were many half-full and empty cups and shot glasses scattered around the room, in piles or in the most random of places. Krennic picked one half-full glass up as he passed it, downed whatever golden drink was within it in one gulp, and then he set it back down elsewhere, turning to Jyn as he sat down on one of the three scarce chairs. He seemed to collapse inwardly away from the official atmosphere.

--punk’s not dead, just a lil’ bit lazy...

i’m sure it’s pretty and posh and classy in some language but honestly it just looks like krennic is telling me to fuck off.