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[ jyn doesn't consider herself a religious person. but in retrospect, there was very little of her life that hadn't been accounted for. planned out carefully between her father and who she could only assume was a righteous god. or maybe that's really what they call the force, something beyond oneself that moves the board beneath her feet. she looks down at her given boots and frowns, tapping them together so the red gravity light engages. it isn't how she's used to traveling in space, but the inconsistency is almost comforting in a way. it's the way jyn's life has always gone: uprooted and taken on the next great adventure before she can wrap her head around it one way or another.
she reads the words in the wall, some she understands. some she doesn't. turning to the person nearest her, she waits until they look up from their prayers, her gaze desperate as it seeks theirs. ]
Do you believe in fate? [ it's urgent. she'll wait intently for a reply, wrists clasped between her knees as she pitches forward insistently. ]
[ it's inspiring, to see everyone working together after the garden's discovery. it reminds her of her parents' farm, of long peaceful days in the sun. jyn crouches by the bucket of intermingled herb seeds and smiles as she identifies each one by sight, separating them out so the scientists and experts can do their testing. it's a simple task, but one she clearly takes joy in, though some might find it tedious. ]
It's amazing how even all the way out here... away from everyone and everything we care about, human nature still prevails. Everyone here helps each other.
[ well she's sure not everyone, but there are a good number of people here. it's heartening to see. she was told the bridge was first, then the chapel, and now this place. none of them are much now, but she knows with human ingenuity they will flourish soon. she wants to be a part of seeing that through, addressing anyone who will listen: ]
So - what's next?
[ it isn't like the bridge of any ship she's ever been on, truthfully, and jyn instantly knows she's out of her element. she feels like a little kid again, following her father to work. she squints up at the big screen, the commander everyone here calls "ghost" frozen into frame. jyn looks down at the uniform she's wearing, the same exact one donned by their mystery woman. it's hard not to feel a certain solidarity with her, or just to wonder what was going through her mind at this exact moment.
jyn un-pauses the video just as someone walks in, and she flips around to great them. ] Is she the woman we heard in the communicator? She tried to save the world? [ what does that even mean? ]
[ jyn arrived shortly after the music stopped, but she'd heard about that from everyone she'd encountered over the past few days. to someone who didn't go through it, it's hard not to think of it as silly. she'd tried not to smile, but a few people had gotten cross with her. it's merely difficult for her to see this place as evil when she'd only seen the good so far. the light in other's hearts as they sacrificed for one another. it's what she and her father had fought for. she leans forward until her forehead presses against the glass, hands clasped behind her back as she stares at the planet below. is this the world ghost tried to save?
after a while she leans back onto her heels, accidentally engaging the mag-locks again. she'll get the hang of all this fancy space tech someday. for now, she pulls out her mother's necklace from where it had been concealed in her jumpsuit, always fastened up to the highest point. she touches the crystal with reverence, her eyelids growing heavy with memory. ]
Perhaps we've got it all wrong. What if these people were just like us, once? [ she's thinking aloud, not actually concerned if anyone is close enough to hear her. she's referring to the original crew of reverie terminal. ] Lost, scared, alone. They deserved rescue just as much as we do.
[ it had been natural, to claim the room next to his. they were the only evidence of rogue one aboard, after all, and teammates had to stick together. jyn found herself craving his presence at all hours, needing a dose of the familiar at steady intervals. it's what has her wrapping on the wall between their rooms, face vulnerable and young when she asks: ] Bodhi, are you awake?
[ it isn't too late yet, but it's far past dinner and sundown. she knows how to get into his room, but maybe this is safer somehow. it gives her time and saves her face until she can school her expression into something slightly more neutral. she's supposed to be strong for him, a leader. someone he can count on for all things. she would sorely hate to let him down. ]
The discovery on Deck One has me thinking... Isn't there a locked door on this deck?
( a library. it seemed like it would be a sound place to find. something that held information would surely hold information about this place.
vanessa had already learned and been surprised by, what she felt like was a great deal of information about their location but it wasn't detailed, nor did it say how. she was in space, it wasn't 1892 and there were some people that were used to this lifestyle.
she needed more. how were they here, what had happened to the people that were here before, if those screams had been any indication of what had occured. vanessa didn't know where to begin other than searching on each floor. so that was what she did )
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