Note: some parts from here on out may not exactly correlate with the canon timeline but for the sake of the fic i'll deviate a bit. Other aspects of Cassian's life may also be inaccurate, but this is purely unintentional as this fic was written before more detailed information was released. enjoy the chapter!
"Run, and don't look back!" Cassian roared over the explosions, dust and rubble raining down from above.
Alma was sprinting down the street, hands shaking as she raised her blaster, gunning down any stormtrooper who got in her way.
Her dark eyes darted across the crowded street; only minutes earlier she had been walking down this way, on her way home. Now, innocent civilians were screaming in horror, caught in the crossfire of the rebellion and the empire.
"Cass!" Alma cried out, turning around to shoot a stormtrooper just before he threw a grenade in their direction. They both watched as the blast engulfed him, taking any other soldier in white who was unlucky enough to be close by.
Alma watched the flames dance and twist in the breeze. Her breath came out uneven as she asked, "What do we do now?"
"We keep running." Cassian replied solemnly, before bumping her shoulder with his blaster, urging her to keep going.
Alma was close behind, but as hard as she tried to tune it out, the soldier's cries of agony rang through the chaos, following her deeper and deeper into the battle.
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The ship hummed as they darted through the galaxy.
They had made it back just before the explosions shook the planet, war tearing apart the once beautiful city. Alma watched from the window as the flames swallowed it whole, before they went into hyper space.
She leaned back against the unforgiving metal, feeling the vibrations in her skull as she closed her eyes, letting sleep take her.
Cassian sat next to her, watching as she fell into a fitful slumber. She shuffled every few seconds, face contorting in agony before easing back to a neutral expression.
He sighed, knowing what dreams she must be having, he'd been having the same ones since they were children. Imagining everyone you love die is a horrible nightmare, but the real horror is waking up and realizing that your dreams are reality.
Despite it all, he still couldn't believe that she was here. Before, he thought about the torture she must've been enduring under the Empire, and he used that anger as motivation for fighting back, to avenge everyone they took from him. But now, as he watched her breathe and dream, he felt something new.
Alma woke with a start, gasping for breath. She looked around wildly, and Cassian immediately moved to calm her, reassure her that he was there.
"Hey, it's okay," Cassian murmured, grabbing her shoulders, rubbing them gently. "You're safe."
She stared at him, the look of panic still on her face as she tried to slow her breathing. Shaking her head, she mentally cursed herself as the tears started again.
Cassian immediately pulled her into his arms, and he told her to close her eyes, to go back to sleep, but he didn't know that every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was the little girl, hazel eyes still alive as they stared off into the light.
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"Alma," he whispered, "we're here."
Cassian gently placed a hand on her shoulder, waking her up. She slowly leaned forward, in complete awe as the ship landed on Yavin 4.
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celestial | cassian andor
Fanfiche once said that he had lost everything, that his constellations had fallen out of line. but the sun always rises, and celestial beings never die. [cassian x oc]
