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“Y/N.” A familiar voice greeted, and Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes.
“Not again, Andor.” Y/N replied, turning her barstool around to face Cassian Andor. Standing next to him, however, was another familiar face.
“Jyn!” Y/N exclaimed, a genuine smile on her face as she hugged the other woman. It had been several months since her trip to Margravia to rescue the rebel leader. They had bonded quickly in the short time they had been together on the Alpha Dawn, and had even exchanged a few quick communications when distance and rebel security allowed it.
“Hello, Y/N.” Jyn replied, returning the hug.
“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.
“Can we talk somewhere in private?” Jyn asked, which confirmed Y/N’s suspicions that this visit was anything but friendly.
“Sure.” Y/N replied, and turned to pay her tab before exiting the dive bar and heading toward the docking bay where her ship was waiting. Once they were inside the tiny kitchen of the Alpha Dawn, Y/N leaned against a counter and crossed her arms across her chest.
“I’m not rescuing some wayward rebel again, Andor.”
“That is not why we’re here, Y/N.” Cassian replied.
“The Empire knows where we are. Yavin IV isn’t safe - hasn’t been for a while. But we lost a lot of fighters, specifically pilots, in the battle against the Death Star. We simply don’t have the manpower and ships necessary to successfully scout for a new base. We need pilots capable of getting in and out of systems without arousing Imperial suspicion.” Jyn explained.
“So you want me to, what, go on a sightseeing tour of the Outer Rim?” Y/N asked with a raised eyebrow.
“We’ve narrowed the possibilities down to a handful of options, but we are still short on manpower. The fighters we have, we need to defend Yavin IV from Imperial attacks. Thankfully, they’ve been kept too busy by uprisings throughout the galaxy to launch a full-scale attack against us. But that won’t last.” Cassian replied, and Y/N fought against the urge to turn them down outright.
“I’m not a rebel. I don’t believe in giving all for the so-called ‘greater good.’ This is not my fight.”
“I used to think the same thing.” Jyn replied, standing up to pace the small room. Y/N didn’t miss the slight limp she walked with, a memento from her time on Margravia. Y/N didn’t want to think about the other scars Jyn probably had - that they all probably had - in the name of the rebellion.
“The Empire took everything from me.” Jyn continued. “My home, my parents, my childhood. I just wanted to keep my head down, get along as best I could without getting involved.”
“Sounds like it was a good plan to me.” Y/N replied.
“It wasn’t real. It wasn’t sustainable. It was my father’s dying wish that I bring the Death Star plans to the Alliance, that I find a way to stop them. So I did, and in doing so I found my purpose.”
“Jyn…” Y/N began, but Cassian interrupted her.
“Y/N, we are not asking you to join us. We are simply asking for you to help us, because we know that deep down you hate the Empire as much as we do.”
“Of course I hate the Empire!” Y/N snapped, rolling her eyes. “But that doesn’t mean that I want to die fighting them.”
“I told you this was a waste of time, Jyn.” Cassian snarled, grabbing his partner by the arm. “Let’s go.”
Y/N watched as they made their way toward the exit hatch and rolled her eyes.
“Oh come on, Andor. No need to be so dramatic. I’ll help.” Y/N called out, and watched as the two rebels stopped in their tracks.
“Told you.” Y/N heard Jyn murmur to Cassian before the other woman turned to face Y/N. “See you on Yavin.”