#fcllencaptain

 ‘this is nothing; i’ve had WORSE.’ far, far worse. the captain rubbed at the back of his head where he’d been hit with the butt of a blaster, trying to feel for a BUMP that would not be found. ‘i’m fine, really.’

Lyla then took the captain’s hand away from his head and look at the bump, “It seem’s that you hit it pretty hard, there’s a bit of blood though...” She then gave him a small yet concerning smile, “Please, let me help you...I’m Lyla Mothma, by the way...”

     Jyn Erso is becoming increasingly impatient with the man peering down at her, him in his pristine suit and her half-covered in grease and fumes. She could tell he wasn’t from around there even before she’d seen his face. It was his accent which gave him away, German spoken in an accent she hadn’t heard before. He’s asking her questions of which she cares not to answer. Questions which lead back to answers locked away within a vault in her mind. She doesn’t want to open that hatch and let them spill out and so she rises from the ground, making herself appear as tall as she can (it’s not enough to meet his height but enough to make her point), before she’s wiping away the grime with a cloth and rounding on her heel to walk behind a desk. A scuff is given when he follows her, green hues observing him as he peers out a dusty window. 

     There’s no time for arguments, or so this man, this Agent Andor has told her. She could either go with him now and escape Berlin or be left and subjected to the wrath of Russians looking for information. Jyn chooses the lesser evil and guides him out a back door that few knew of, an old passage used during the war which had claimed her mother’s life. Now moving through streets illuminated by the light of the moon, she knows it’s only a matter of time before her disappearance is discovered. How she hadn’t detected the monitoring of her herself was a question for another time, but now her life was in the hands of stranger agent and the Russians wouldn’t be far behind them. As it stood, Jyn pauses after a few blocks, pulling Agent Andor into a side alley as a car goes by, a questioning gaze planted on her features. “How about filling me in on this plan of yours? Escaping a chop shop without detection is one thing, escaping across the wall is a very different thing entirely.”

tell him to shave he needs it

BABIES

       ‘agreed.’ he despised having to work with anyone besides his own CREW, usually being only k-2so and himself. allying with anyone else was a last resort and far too RISKYfor his liking when he had no idea how to work with them.