Rogue One- Alternate Ending

chapter 8

~Jyn~

I spot the open bunker doors through the slowing snow as Cassian carefully drifts the freighter into the large eastern hangar.

While Cassian's concentrating on flying and landing in the unfamiliar ship, I transmit a quick message to the rebel control; telling them we've landed.

Several rebel mechanics come out from a side door in the hangar and run over to our ship where Cassian has set down and is now standing with me.

We walk out of the gang plank to whispers of 'how?' And 'died on Skarif,' along with the occasional cuss word.

I try not to punch one guy that makes a particularly nasty comments about 'beginners luck, girls can't fight.' When a couple of the crew members trailing ussnigger I turn around to Cassian's amused glance.
He's leaning against the ship and he so knows what I'm going to do.

"Beginners luck?" I ask innocently, pretending I don't know exactly who said it- although in know it was the dark haired man at the back that looks like he's never missed a meal.

They shuffle around uncomfortably, I am gonna kick their butts.

"Lesson one, don't be sexist." I say and with no warning at all other than my fist clenching I duck, roll and sweep the guy that made the comment's legs from under him.

He falls to the ground with a cry and I kick him once on the hip, narrowly missing the soft spot where I would have winded him.

"Ha, you meant to wind me!" The guy manages to laugh.

"I think captain Andor would have Stepped in if I really meant to hurt you smart ass." I growl and hear Cassian's laugh as he pushes of the ship.

"Maybe, although at least you might have learnt your lesson," Cassian smirks as the guy slowly picks himself up, scowling at us.

Cassian gives me a small smile.

"Lesson 2, don't mess with Jyn." Cassian sneers at the awestruck group. "In case you didn't notice she could beat the crap out of all of you before you could even draw your blasters.

I smile at that, a proper, rare smile before we turn out backs on the speechless men and March to the hangar doors where a rebel officer is waiting for us.

After quickly saluting him, he gives us orders to get checked out by a medical team and then find our quarters.

Apparently the base is full and I can see from the many people running around that its even busier than Yavin 4 so the commander awkwardly tells us that Cassian and I will have to share a dorm.

I'm too used to sharing cells and tiny holding rooms that it doesn't phase me and Cassian just shrugs it off as we walk to medical.

In the imperial Labour camps, any self conscience about your body is completely destroyed.

We where forced to take our shirts of for whippings, we where searched more than once and had any warm clothing taken away. Any reservations about revealing yourself eventually disappeared as any guard could command you to hit the ground while a whip tore your prison uniforms to shreds.

After years of nightmares and panic attacks I've learnt to control my dark thoughts- memories I guess. I quickly push away the images of myself lying g in the snow with blood everywhere before Cassian can notice something's up.

"Jyn you've gone pale..." dammit he noticed.

"Probably the cold," I say, trying to school my features into normality.

The base isn't exactly warm. Hard packed snow with countless pipes running through it and ice tunnels make up most of the base. They seem to look over us with a sort of cold blue light.