Rogue One- Alternate Ending

Chapter One

~Jyn~

There's something calming about the flashing lines of hyperspace as Cassian and I hurtle along at light speed.

We'd reached Yavin 4 to find the abandoned echo of our base. Our; the word still seems sour in my mind. I have nothing left to lose and therefore I will throw every ounce of my being into this cause.
All my friends are dead, all my allies are dead. Except Cassian.

Once at the forest base, we picked up a dilapidated signal instructing a relocation to Hoth. I've never heard of the planet although Cassian described it with malice as a 'desolate, snowy junk yard.'

Upon hearing the order we returned to this stolen cargo ship and fled to the air, we couldn't risk being found by any remaining Trooper patrols or searches the Empire might send to ransack the once bustling base.
The last few hours are just seeming to come into focus as I'm slumped in the back of the freighter with Cassian by my side, the ship on auto pilot.

"How do you deal with it?" I ask- the first words I've spoken since we left Yavin.
Cassian doesn't have to ask what I mean, I'm sure he's feeling the same crushing sadness of the deaths that obscured today.

"You keep going, you lose yourself in the fight." He says after a pause.

I have never been one to easily smile- I can't remember the last time I laughed, but somehow his words reassure the stone walls I've built around myself.
Right now I'd rather talk about anything than the horrors of today so I school my face into its usual emotionless mask and run a hand through my straggling hair.
The last time my hair was left down like this was around two years ago- at an imperial Labour camp.
The thought be I vs back memories of my capture at 15 and I shrug them away, refusing to give in to the hopelessness those places make you feel.
Cassian either sees me physically shiver or needs to talk about something else, anything else as well.

"Where did you come from?" He asks.

"A little planet called Vallt but I grew up a farmer's daughter," I replied, clutching onto the memories of the fields and mountains.

"When will we reach Hoth?"

"Around an hour, the Rebels will have shields and detectors up so I'll have to pull out of light speed soon," Cassian says briskly.
I nod and he walks over to the cockpit.

He's barely still conscious and I have no idea how we're both still awake after all we've faced in the past few days.

After the shift into hyperspace I'd found the time to bind his leg and ribs but he still has a limp he's trying to hide.
Most people would have given up in his state but as he pulls a lever and the blue and white fades to an endless black expanse I see a determination I have kept alive in my eyes in his features.

My reminiscing is cut short by a jolt of the ship that pulls me back to reality.
I glance around quickly and half expect the door to open and the flooding wall of rock to burst in on us, or Director Krennic to shoot through the metal but we rd again stability as quickly as the jolt rocked us.
Without warning another shudder ripples through the ship and Cassian is suddenly by my side.

Physical contact is as alien to me as a Tusken raider but somehow my hand finds his just as the lights go off.
Glancing around nervously even when I can't see a thing, the ship starts moving backwards in a floating movement.
Swearing, Cassian runs to the control panels at frantically flips switches and buttons.

"What is it?" I shout from the back of the small freighter where I'm grabbing blasters from a crate.

"There's a tractor beam pulling us in." Cassian shouts.