If Only We Could Have-A Rogue One Fanfiction

In Memoir

A/N: In light of recent events, I've written this chapter in one day, so that we may grieve together. This chapter is dedicated to the late Carrie Fisher, loved by many, and missed by all.

"Luke!" I scream. Oh,no, oh,no...

All of us start hopping around all over the place. "Luke, where the heck are ya?" Han shouts, his head shipping about frantically. 

R5 lifts up in the air as water is not good for him. He's squealing and whistling too- I mean, not that the rest of us are squealing and whistling, I meant, like- Oh, you know what I mean.
Suddenly, a head of blond hair pops out of the water, gasping. "Luke!" Leia calls. "Are you okay?"  We rush over to him, jumping over rubbish, but before we can get there, he's pulled under again. 

And we start hopping around all over the place again. 

"What is this thing?" Cass asks,his eyes darting around, looking for any sign of Luke. 

"I don't know. But it has slimy tentacles!" I reply. 

Then Luke pops up again, finally free of the creature. 

"Luke! Are you alright?" Leia rushes over to him. 

Luke is coughing and spluttering, but he manages to wheeze out a "Yeah, I'm fine." 

Leia opens her mouth to say more, but a huge BOOM interrupts her. 

The walls creak and start moving. I curse under my breath. "Luke! Tell your droids, wherever they are, to shut off the trash compactor in detention block twenty three!" 

"I'm on it!" He replies. 

"We have to brace the walls with something!" Cass shouts. 

We start grabbing at poles and sticks to try keep the walls apart but they just get snapped in half by the walls closing in on us. Luke is just yelling into his comms device, trying to get through to Artoo and Threepio, who are being very difficult to reach. 

"Threepio! Threepio! Threepio-." I can't hear the rest over the huge CRACK of a metal beam snapping. I sigh, then grunt as I heave another pole into position to try keep the walls apart. They're only five meters apart now. Cass drops everything and comes over to try help me. 

Four meters. 

Three. 

We've lost, haven't we? 

Two. 

I guess I couldn't do it for them. 

One. 

So this is how I'll die. Squashed by a trash compactor. 

At fifty centimetres, they grind to an abrupt halt. 

Just when I've made peace with death, they deny it to me. 

But... I'm glad I lived to fight on. 

Luke whoops in joy and throws his arm around Han. Chewie groans in happiness. I laugh and throw mine around the nearest person to me, which happens to be a certain Cassian Andor. 

His eyes are a warm, chocolatey brown. 

I want to eat chocolate. 

Wait, what? 

"Let's, um..." I say, awkwardly letting go. 

"Let's get out of this stinking pit?" he finishes for me. 

"Um... Yeah. Let's," I let go of him, then start climbing up the mounds of rubbish.
What was that?

/./././././././././././././././././

We march through the shiny corridors of the Death Star. Chewie is in the middle of all of us, pretending to be a prisoner. Leia is at the very front, Luke and Han behind her. Cass and I are behind Chewie, bringing up the rear. 

We march into an elevator. As the doors hiss shut, Cass turns to face me. 

"What's the distraction?" he asks. 

I grin behind the helmet. I reach down to my belt and pull it a small, round object. 

"A thermal detonator," I answer. 

He looks at me- I would say witheringly, but I can't since his face is hidden under the mask. "I know there's no stopping you, so make sure you get back on the ship, alright? I'm not leaving without you." 

"Yes. I will." 

The elevator doors open.

/./././././././././././././././././

Carrie Fisher died on December 27, 2016, in Los Angeles, California, after suffering from cardiac arrest. Our galaxy far, far away has lost one of our brightest stars. The skies are a little dimmer. Princess Leia, you will be sorely missed by the millions all around our world, and yours. May you rest in peace.

May you become one with the Force.

May the Force be with you.

Always.