Jyn Erso One-Shots

Absent

The bedraggled group stood around in a circle, rain and wind pounding down on them.

"What's the point of this training exercise again?" came a sarcastic voice.

A tall and stocky figure emerged from the mist behind them.

"Whether you live or die, of course." The deep voice sent chills down the spines of the group.

Mirax Beruss sauntered towards the group, each one eyeing him wearily. He had been a soldier for how long, no one really knew. His dark hair, worn on the longer side, was plastered against the sides of his face. Mirax's eyes glittered in the semi-darkness, his boots and cloak caked with mud. He was holding a staff.

"Is everyone accounted for?" Mirax asked as he gazed at each one in turn.

Shenna Prence, a petite girl who was a new addition to the group looked around. "Where's Jyn?" she whispered to Alinn Bastra who stood next to her.

Alinn discreetly looked around. She shrugged her shoulders. "Doing what Jyn does...whatever she wants."

***

Not so far away, a lithe figure sprinted through an obstacle course of her own making. Wind and rain battered down on her but she was unfazed by the elements. She jumped, lifted, pushed, and climbed. Her muscles were sore but she ignored the feeling. Undaunted, she continued...