The Empire's Snare: A Rogue One Fanfiction

Rebellion's Calling

    After the ex-cadets, Jyn and Cassian made it to a spaceport, and onto a suitable ship, the main question was raised. Should they go straight back to the rebel bace on Yavin 4?

    "I want to join the rebellion. I want to fight the empire." Rau confessed with passion. He was ready, although week, to join the rebellion.
    But Blaze was a different story. He felt that the empire was just too much to take on. Thus he asked to be dropped off at the nearest and next port.
     Jyn and Cassian even doubted going back to the rebellion for a moment. Their friends were dead, and were also dead themselves. That is in the eyes of the Rebellion. They were also both growing tired of the fight. Not the fight itself, but the consequences of the fight. It had taken nearly everything away from them. But they quickly brushed away the doubt.
    Rau had asked to join, and they had to bring him to the rebel base. It was their duty, to the boy, and to the rebellion.
Although the rebellion had taken everything from them, it had been the only home Cassian or Jyn had known. It was just that, imperfect as it was, home.

"Cassian," Jyn placed a hand over Cassian's, that was currently setting their corse. "We're branded to the rebellion, we died for the Rebellion. (Nearly) I'm proud of what we fight for. I know you feel the same. And I'd frankly like to know if the plans got into the right hands as soon as possible. It's been eating at me since Scarif."

"I thought you said you knew someone had gotten them. You said 'I just know'."

"I did, but I wasn't certain that it was the right hands. Not entirely." She closed her eyes as if to check the back of her eyelids over. As if the answer was there.

"In that case. We're going to Yavin 4." Cassian said with a smile.

    "Did you say Yavin 4?" Blaze asked, walking behind Cassian's chair.  He bore a concerned look on his face. 

    "Yes. And you were not suppose to know that. I'll have to kill you now." Cassian said starkly.
    Not till Blaze looked truly distressed, did Cassian let out a smile. "It's alright. You'll just have to come with us. I don't trust you just yet. But don't worry." Cassian patted the boy on the back.

     Suddenly the ship took a hit, and everyone was flung out of their seats. The blast shield broke open, and they were all sucked into the vacuum of space.
If Jyn could've screamed, although she would have liked to. Their breaths were running out and the four of them were scattered around the wreckage of their ship. It would only be a matter of seconds before they all lost the ability to breath.
    There were a couple of portable air masks that hung just inside the cockpit's ignition storage. Jyn and Cassian both looked to each other, then to it. Cassian quickly took out his blaster and started shooting away from their ship to gain what momentum he could, to closen the distance between him and the ship. Rau, Blaze, and Jyn followed suit.  But only one of them made it to the cockpit, still conscious.
    Jyn quickly strapped the mask over her face, and took a deep breath in. She grabbed another blaster from inside the ship. Jyn then jumped out of the ship and shot both of the blasters rapidly, using them to move her across space. It did seem to work well as a improvised jet pack, to get to Cassian, and then Rau and Blaze. She naturally went to Cassian first, and was relived when his eyes opened after she placed the mask over his face. If things had been different, she didn't know what she would have done.
    Not till after they had revived the ex-cadets did they look around to see what had shot them down. A ship sat just fifty yard away from them just waiting, ominously. It was a rusted and paint peeled green, red and metallic colored Firespray-31 class attack craft. But more infamously known as Slave I. The ship of the dreaded bounty hunter, Boba Fett.