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BY the time the trio had finally left the hangars and made it to the runway Kitra had begun to calm her hammering heart. The fear was still there, of course, as well as the sick churning of her stomach that came with her father's name. But for now she was composed enough to hide it.
"Captain Andor!" A voice called out after them.
Cassian paused, mid-stride, to find the source of the yell — General Draven. Cassian sighed and readjusted the duffel bag strapped across his shoulder. "Give me a moment." He said, pulling his bag over his shoulder and handing it over to Kitra before hurrying towards Draven.
"No rush." Jyn drawled while Kit took the bag and slug it over her back and led the remaining duo on board the parked U-wing.
The ageing Rebellion cruiser was in need of a serious update, with crude welded marks and exposed wire-panels pockmarking the metal walls like the scars of a war veteran. It was clearly no where near Imperial grade, but it served its purpose. Kit set the bags down and drew in a long breath. She felt more at home here than she did in any Rebel camp.
"Kitra Erso!" Kit flinched and looked towards the sound of the metallic voice. Towering over the controls in the ship's cockpit was a metallic grey security droid, emblazoned with the white Imperial mark. The droid swivelled its white eyes towards Jyn, "And prisoner six-two-nine-five-alpha."
"Play nice, Kay-Too." Kitra warned as she headed up to the cockpit to check over the controls. "We don't want her dead—" she cast Jyn a sideways look, "—yet."
"I am Kay-Tooso." K-2SO told the newly founded Rebel, "I am a reprogrammed Imperial droid."
Jyn rose her eyebrows and gave Kit a look that said is this guy serious, before fixating her eyes once more on K-2. "We've met." She said tensely.
