Rogue One- Alternate Ending

Chapter 13

~Jyn~

I trek on foot to the base so not as to attract attention- at my pace it only takes me 15 minutes. I left with as many weapons as I could: two blasters, around eight knives hidden and visible, a death stars worth of explosives and a smaller pistol.

The larger guns stay at my hips but I draw my pistol as I near the rough location Amelia directed me two. Sure enough as usual reach the crest of a dune, I can see a large black building in the distance, framed by the high Sun.

There are several landing pads and squadrons of 50 storm troopers marching in and out of the gaping doors. I can see several entrances; two large hangars and doors opening onto what looks like a huge corridor from her, probably the human entrance for the base.

I scowl at the site. The base is not as large as the com tower but it still towers above anything else on this planet. I remember Cassian's desperate eyes as he begged me not to go alone and shake of the bad feeling that surrounds this idea.

It's too late to go back. While there are many, many reasons a solo mission to destroy an entire settlement is a bad idea, our needs out weigh them. For a start, we need the supplies they are sure to have; food, water shelter. Otherwise there's no way Cassian and I can keep the prisoners and ourselves alive.

I roll behind the sand at the screech of a comlink connection and peek over the dune, a smaller squadron of storm troopers passed along a little too close for comfort.

Looking closer, I spot two storm troopers alone, guarding a ship that seems otherwise unattended.
My guess is the pilot must be in the base eating between jobs or refuelling.

Drawing just one blaster and tucking the pistol into my belt, just carefully crouch behind the dunes and start an awkward path of dodging behind trees to make my way to the isolated troopers.

I creep out from behind a tree and shoot them bother after darting behind a crate.

The bodies crumple, I don't want to take any chances so I carefully drag the figures into the copse I'm hiding in. Stripping them of their uniforms, leaving the two dead men in shorts and army regulation shirts; I pull on the uniform, uncomfortable over my smaller frame and gather both of there weapons. I come up with two more blasters, one of which I discard but take the energy packs and a viroblade which I slide into the uniforms weapons holster.

Pulling the helmet over my head, up survey the entrance to the base and slip up to large doors unnoticed.
Smirking at my success, I dart inside and briskly March down on of the industrial corridors trying to look like I have a purpose.

I curse myself for not planning what I was actually going to do here. Now I have the uniforms I could give the other one to Cassian and we could regularly steal food supplies but that wouldn't last long- the empire would either notice their missing stocks or we would get caught eventually.

No, what we really need is a way to get of this planet and back to the rebels despite their stupid orders.

I mentally calm my temper. I know this is the rebels way of testing me, seeing if I comply. I've never liked politics and I've always been taught to shoot first, negotiate later. Saw used to say that most things could be solved with one shot if you knew who to aim for and even now I find it true; one shot straight through the emperor's heart certainly would solve a lot of problems.

Picturing entertaining images of the Emperor with multiple wounds straight through his heart, I continue to walk through the base- looking for a way to get supplies or blow this place sky high.

Scowling within my helmet I finally come to what looks like a huge computer base and dive into the room, typing 'nutrition supplies' into the navigation screen. It comes up with a small map I desperately memorize but I can't get a good look with the large helmet blurring my vision.