SYZYGY
/ˈsizijē/
(n) an alignment of celestial bodies
Orona Erso was never ashamed of herself, until who she was shattered before her very own eyes.
Cassian Andor was ashamed of unspeakable things he had done, and spent most of his time convincing...
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Jedha City was far too crowded for Orona's liking. The climate was cold and the land mainly barren, but the layers of clothing she wore and the surplus of people surrounding her caused her to heat up, irritated. She stayed close to Cassian and he close to her, despite their ongoing disagreement.
Jyn, walking slightly behind her companions, watched the interactions between the two curiously, unable to pinpoint the status of their relationship. It certainly wasn't just friendship, for they clearly cared deeply for one another; maybe they'd yet to realize that, Jyn concluded.
A man whose face looked like it had been half replaced with that of a pig, and an ugly Aqualish suddenly rammed into Jyn's shoulder, before whipping around angrily.
"Hey, you just watch yourself!" warned the man, stepping toward the trio.
Orona's eyes widened and she hid her face behind Cassian's furry hood; he quickly diffused the tension, "No, no. Tourists, we don't want any trouble, sorry."
He held an arm in front of Jyn and Orona as to separate them from the thugs that Orona had recognized almost immediately.
"Come on, come on," he whispered to the sisters, coaxing them to move away. The thugs let it go and disappeared from view.
"Rona?" said Cassian, the first civil thing he had voiced to her that day.
"They work for Jabba," she explained, realizing her reaction must have seemed strange. She mused, "Small universe, huh?"
Cassian shook his head, hiding the small smile that had crept up on him involuntarily. Orona's heart jumped, filling with hope for his forgiveness. Her uneasy fidgeting stilled, her shoulders straightening from their previously sagging position.
"Citizens of Jedha, you must come forward with information of the location of this missing cargo pilot." A hologram projected an unfamiliar man's head, glowing blue amidst the crowd, and Orona realized that this was the pilot who possessed her father's message. "A reward of 600 credits for the information shall be awarded."
"I had a contact, one of Saw's rebels, but he's just gone missing. His sister will be looking for him. The temple's destroyed but she'll be there waiting. We'll give her your names and hope that it gets us a meeting with Saw," said Cassian. The city was crawling with enemies, rebels, and stormtroopers, so he took care in keeping his voice low.
"Hope?" Jyn repeated, arching a brow critically, sarcasm lacing her tone. Orona shot her a look, reprimanding her snark.
"Yeah," Cassian looked back at the taller brunette, "Rebellions are built on hope."
The trio maneuvered cautiously through the crowd, towards the old Jedi temple in the center. However, the deeper they got, the more stormtroopers appeared.
"Hands where I can see them. Get over there," one trooper, clad in the classic white armor, ordered a few suspicious men.
Cassian kept his gaze ahead, avoiding the soldiers. He had been in similar situations millions of times, so he was accustomed to laying low undercover.
