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KIT watched as the dark, cloaked shapes of Cassian and Bodhi disappeared into the misty obscurity of the Eadu storm. Her head was throbbing painfully against the bandages pulled taught around her skull. She leaned her head back against the cold metal and closed her eyes, focusing on keeping her stomach from emptying itself all over the cabin floor. But she couldn't fight the feeling of dread that pounded consistently through her brain like a florescent red warning sign.
"Does he look like a killer?" Chirrut asked from his shadowy corner of the room.
"No," Baze replied casually, like he was having a conversation about the weather. "He has the face of a friend."
"Who are you talking about?" Jyn asked.
Baze fixated an empty gaze over the brunette girl. "Captain Andor." He responded flatly, like that explained everything.
"Why do you ask that?" Jyn asked again, her tone stained with mild irritation. "What do you mean, does he look like a killer?"
Kit shifted restlessly and forced her head upright in time to make eye-contact with the blind guardian. A cold shiver ran like icy water down her spine as Chirrut stared back at her, somehow seeing her without eyes. "The force moves darkly around a creature who's about to kill," he said foreboding, like an unwilling prophet forced to reveal a dark and devastating forthcoming.
"Fascinating," K-2 chimed without any real concern. "His rifle was in the sniper configuration." The droid continued as he moved out into the cockpit to run diagnostics on the comm systems.
Kit's heart sank to her stomach, remembering clearly Cassian's calloused fingers working swiftly over his gun. She would have picked up on it then, if her thoughts weren't so clouded from the gash over her brow; the secrecy, the mission to Eadu, the sniper.
Kit launched herself to her feet and nearly toppled over before Jyn's hands grasped her around the shoulders. Her head swam but even through the delusion Kit was able to grab Jyn by the wrist and pull her around the face her, her wild dark eyes glowing in the faint light of the far-off facility. "It's Galen, Jyn," the younger girl stuttered. "The mission from the beginning, it was always him. It's not about destroying the Death Star, it never was. It's about destroying the man who created it. And led them right to him ... and now Cassian's going to finish it."
