A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time posting fics on here so hopefully it goes well. I wrote this cause I cause it wouldn’t leave me alone after i saw the idea online. These two are just so cute i felt like they needed more fics, all mistakes are mine and I hope you enjoy :)
“Babe are you ready yet?” Kat called out her voice echoing through
After putting it off for a month, Adena was finally meeting
Jane and Sutton. If Kat was being honest with herself she was incredibly nervous.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want Adena to meet her best friends, it’s just that
Kat had been extremely happy living in their little bubble. Ever since Adena
had been allowed back in the country the two had been spending as much time
with each other as possible, both desperate to make up for lost time.
“I’m coming, I’m coming” Adena assured sweeping quickly into
the room. Kat turned around from where she was standing by the apartment door
only to left speechless by her beautiful girlfriend.
“I…you…” Kat gulped chastising herself for acting like an
inarticulate fool. “Babe you look stunning.” Adena blushed as Kat’s eyes
continued to rove her body.
“You approve I take it?” She teased the blush fading slowly
from her cheeks. Adena had been nervous all week as the evening grew closer.
Although she knew that she didn’t need the approval of Kat’s best friends Adena
desperately wanted it as it would make her relationship with Kat that much
simpler. Her nerves had led to her changing her outfit at least four times in
the past half hour as she stated at her closet in frustration as nothing seemed
to be just right. She had finally settled on a pair of jeans that she knew Kat
loved, something about how it made her legs look, and a cream coloured sweater
with a slit up the side. She had decided to wear a pair of simple black flats
and her maroon coloured hijab so act as a statement to the rest of the outfit.
Adena had felt mildly confident with her choice when looking in the mirror
earlier but Kat’s reaction had reassured her that her choices were good ones.
“Like it? Babe you look amazing” Kat assured leaning in to
place a soft kiss on Adena’s lips. “You make me feel a little under dressed
though” Kat teased, indicating to her own outfit. Adena took a step back and
quickly scanned what her girlfriend was wearing, tight jeans with a white tank
top and a black leather jacket. Kat smirked as she watched Adena take in her
outfit, Kat knew she looked good even if she was a bit more casually dressed
than her Girlfriend.
“Well, you’ll do I suppose,” the small smirk Adena wore let
Kat know she was being teased.
“Hey!” Kat cried in mock indignation. “Don’t be mean or
we’ll see if I do that thing you like when we get home.” Adena’s jaw dropped at
the threat, her eyes narrowing in retaliation.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Adena grabbed Kat’s arm and pulled her
in close, her hands migrating to Kat’s back pocket.
“I might you never know.” Kat shrugged with a small grin.
“But I guess you’ll find out later if we don’t leave now we’re going to be
late.” Kat pulled away taking Adena’s hands in her own and placing a soft kiss
on her knuckles before pulling back in confusion.
“Babe? Why are your hands Purple?” Kat questioned,
confusion evident in her words.
Adena looked at her hands to see the remains of what looked
like purple paint dotting the back of her hands. “That’s a very good
question” Adena mused, thinking back to what she had been working on
earlier that day, chuckling when she figured out what had happened. “I was
painting earlier to try and distract myself from obsessing about tonight. It
worked for awhile,” Adena smiled “at least until you called. I was so startled
that I ended up putting my hand in the paint. I thought I had gotten it all off
but I must have missed some.” The light blush covering Adena’s cheeks made Kat
“Awww are you saying that I made my normally calm, put
together girlfriend act like a total spaz?” Kat teased lightly, “Oh man and I
wasn’t even there to see it.” The pout on Kat’s face made Adena laugh.
“I don’t know why you are so shocked by this. I’ve lost my
composure around you many times, this is not the first.”
“True,” Kat admitted with a grin. “But this is the first
time I had you lose composure over something not sex related.” Adena took in
the shit eating grin on Kat’s face and decided to even the score.
“Who said it wasn’t? You don’t know what I was thinking
about.” Kat’s face creased in confusion.
“I don’t understand.” Adena walked away from Kat grabbing
her purse and keys as she opened the door of the apartment.
“I think you looked lovely in your purple lingerie last
night and wanted to see if I could capture the look on canvas…I think I was
pretty successful.” Kat’s jaw dropped.
“Wait babe, what were you painting?” she called out as Adena
walked out the door only to be met with light laughter of her girlfriend as she
made her way down the hall.
“And that one,” Reece said,
pointing to Jyn. “You may be interested in her as well – and I’ll obviously be
expecting higher payment if you are. Saw’s tried to keep her identity
undercover, but I suspect she may be –” -Rebel Rising
Jyn Erso’s real identity is revealed to the Empire and is reunited with her father at the Imperial facility on Eadu. Despite initial misgivings to reconcile with her father and anger at the Saw’s abandonment, Jyn accepts the most important mission she’ll ever undertake for the Rebellion: delivering the news of the Death Star’s fatal flaw and bringing her father to safety.
Orson Krennic enjoyed stopping by Eadu Flight Station without much announcement. What Galen had originally considered a lack of prior planning or perhaps the need to keep Galen’s crew on their toes, he later decided these trips were designed to boost the ego of the director. Based on the frequency of the name “Wilhuff Tarkin” appearing in Krennic’s notes during his visits, meetings with the Moff never went according to plan, and Krennic needed to step on smaller men to recover.
When Galen received a notification from air traffic control that the director would be visiting the facility in a few hours, he assumed it would be nothing more than the usual. Krennic would pound into the station, his white cape flowing behind him, demand to see the progress the plans had made, yelling until the junior engineers cowered beneath his voice, and leave in the same flourish with which he’d arrived.
Galen didn’t bother to move from his work space as an announcement of the arrival of Krennic’s shuttle sounded throughout the base. Krennic would seek him out soon enough.
Within a few minutes, the echoing sounds of Deathtrooper boots sounded down the hallway. (This was Galen’s least favorite part of Krennic’s visits; the sound still made Galen flinch all these years later.) Galen barely raised his head in greeting when Krennic entered his lab, keeping his focus on his calculations on the datapad in front of him. The ‘troopers took their spot outside the door, their dark helmets a harsh contrast to the brilliant white of the facility.
Krennic wandered through the room, poking at the different machines he didn’t know how to use and examining the crystals he knew nothing about, only that they were the key to his massive success. His silence began to grate on Galen; Krennic voiced most his thoughts, tisking at apparent delays or praising the genius – his own genius – that led to the creation of this project. With a sigh, Galen turned back to his work. Krennic would speak soon enough.
“How old would your child be now, Galen?” Krennic asked, appose to nothing.
Galen froze at the question; no mention of Jyn would ever be innocuous – not when it came to Krennic. Not when his visit seemed strange thus far.
With effort, Galen continued tinkering with work, keeping his voice casual. “I haven’t been keeping track, Orson.”
Sixteen , his brain, the real traitor here, answered for him. Jyn would be sixteen, almost full grown, and probably a beauty like her mother.
If she’s still alive.
“Surely you must know,” Krennic prodded him further. “You never forgot your wife and daughter on Coruscant, Galen, and I know you haven’t forgotten them now. How old would Jyn be?”
Galen’s fingers tightened over his stylus; Krennic never referred to Jyn by her name, simply “your child.” In fact, Galen hadn’t heard anyone say Jyn’s name aloud in years – save for himself, but even then, only in the depths of night when he was certain Eadu’s pounding rain covered his lamenting.
“Galen, how old would Jyn be?” Krennic repeated his question when Galen failed to answer.
“Sixteen,” he whispered, refusing to look up from his datapad. “She’d be sixteen now.”
Krennic hummed a response, a strange contemplative sound, one Galen knew from experience: Krennic wanted to draw a response out of him and wouldn’t be satisfied until he did.
Running a hand over his face, Galen relented. Keeping himself subservient to Krennic’s wishes was essential to him, if he wanted to remain below the Empire’s radar and allow his sabotage to succeed. “Why bring up Jyn now?”
“I had a very strange report the other day,” Krennic explained, taking the seat next to Galen and fiddling with the blueprints laid across the table, as if he was speaking nonchalantly and hadn’t planned these exact words ahead of time. (Knowing him as Galen did, there was no question that Krennic had considered each word he would deliver here – which would strike the hardest blow to Galen’s memories of the past, what would remind him that Krennic could still hold the mere idea of Jyn over his head – carefully before departing for Eadu.) “A Lieutenant Colonel Senjax contacted me the other day with some very interesting news.”
Krennic paused here, obviously waiting for a response from Galen. When Galen merely stared in response, Krennic sighed and continued. “Thanks to a rebel traitor, he caught the leader of a very important Partisan group. An Onderonian named Saw Gerrera.”
Eight years Galen had been practicing hiding his reactions to the bait Krennic would throw at him, burying his emotions below a passive face, lying to the director’s face until he began to believe him, but nothing could stop Galen’s pure panic broadcasting across his face.
Krennic asking about Jyn, years after losing her trail. The Empire capturing Saw Gerrera.
Galen knew well enough to put two and two together.
“Ah, yes, I thought you might recognize the name,” Krennic grinned, and both men knew he’d played the ultimate trump card in their relationship. “Anyway, he had a girl with him, going by the name of Kestrel Dawn, but the rebel informant seemed quite insistent that she was the daughter of Galen Erso.
“You know how these rebels are, of course – can’t consider their intelligence too high if they’re choosing to join such organizations – so I almost didn’t feel the need to investigate the claim, almost just sent her off to be executed with Gerrera, but she wore a necklace I found most peculiar.”
Reaching into his pocket, Krennic pulled out a pendant, a kyber crystal dangling from its end. Galen’s heart lurched; the last place he’d seen that pendant was around his wife’s neck. Absent from her neck after she’d died, Galen assumed the pendant had gotten lost in the shuffle of packing and running. Had Lyra, instead, given the pendant to Jyn when she’d decided to follow him rather than follow their survival plan, one physical memory of her mother?
Without conscious thought, Galen reached for the necklace, running his thumb along the Aurebesh inscription. Trust in the Force , something Lyra had always done so much better than he.
“Since so few people possess such a remarkable object,” Krennic continued, oblivious to the overwhelming rush of noise in Galen’s ears, “I knew this lead might deserve more investigation. Which is, of course, why I needed to know how old your dear Jyn would be, Galen.”
Jyn is alive. Jyn is with Saw Gerrera. Jyn has been captured by the Empire. Jyn Erso, my daughter… Jyn is alive.
“Sixteen seems an accurate description, though she’s hardly the lady you and Lyra would have raised her to be.” Krennic tisked. “Quite a set of teeth on that girl, Galen. You might have some work reeling her in.”
“I might have some work?” Galen looked up suddenly. “You’re bringing her here, to Eadu?”
“Of course. I promised you your family would all live in comfort.”
As hostages , Lyra added in his mind.
As heroes of the Empire , Krennic corrected.
Galen only hoped this wouldn’t end in blaster fire, like the last time.
“We’ll need to keep a close eye on her at first, you understand – who knows what kind of brainwashing that terrorist has put her through – but she’ll be allowed to stay with you. You know I want the best for you, Galen. Whatever you need to keep the project running smoothly.”
Galen nodded. “And what of Gerrera?”
“Gerrera remains scheduled for execution.” Krennic replaced his gloves. Good, he meant to leave then. Galen needed time to process what he’d learned. “You and Jyn should be present, of course. Would give the best impression to your superiors. It would be a nasty blow to your reputation if it got out that you handed your child over to a terrorist, Galen. And it would be such a shame if Jyn needed to be subdued for the process.”
Galen clinched the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white with the effort. The thinly veiled threat was not lost on Galen, the reminder clear: if Jyn behaved as Krennic wanted, her presence would be a great reward to Galen; if Jyn rebelled, showed any signs of disloyalty to the rebellion, her presence among Imperials would be nothing short of torture for Galen.
Force help Galen if Jyn had inherited Lyra’s sense of justice and rebellion.
Day eighteen of planning prompts! Choose one or work through them all–whatever works best for your planning process!
WORLD BUILDING: What do neighborhoods look like in your world? How close are the houses? How large are the neighborhoods? Are neighbors close with one another or do they tend not to speak much?
CHARACTER: How comfortable is your character in social situations? Do they enjoy socializing? Do they only enjoy it with certain people? Are they energized or exhausted by socializing? What size crowd does your character count as “uncomfortable?”
CRAFT (POV Development): Write a scene from the POV of one of your secondary characters in which they walk in on an intimate/tender moment between your main character and another character.
WILDCARD: What song does your character cry over for no good reason? BONUS: What song or artist irritates them to NO END without a good reason? Write a scene in which one of these two songs (or both) starts playing.
Feel free to share the products of these prompts through the submission box–just include “WC Prompt Share” in the title or tags!