Date: 2025-05-03 08:37 pm (UTC)
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None of this was anything new. Jyn lost track a long time ago of how many times she'd been in this situation, how many cells, all different but functionally the same, how many identical sets of white armored guards, how many charges racked up under an assortment of aliases. None could be attached to her own name, of course. If this was bad, anything that would come of being identified would be much, much worse.

That thought, always there in the background, she ignored again, pushing it away just as she tried to push away one of the stormtroopers holding her. She wouldn't go quietly; she never did. Already a fresh bruise bloomed below one eye, darkening her cheekbone, a small spot of blood at the corner of her mouth. At least she could be comforted by the fact that, under that pristine white, the other guy'd doubtless looked worse.

Still straining against the stormtroopers' grip until the last possible moment, she bit back a grunt as they shoved her into the cell, her knees hitting the hard floor. She didn't waste an instant, though, before pulling herself to her feet. She wasn't alone in here, after all, and she sure as hell wasn't about to show any potential weakness to a stranger. Watching him with dark, guarded eyes, she waited until the footsteps of the 'troopers began to recede, then asked, "So what'd you do?"
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