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Jyn wasn’t sure what was in the drink the Ewoks were serving, but it must’ve been quite something because Wedge Antilles fell on his face after taking three steps on flat ground.
But she wouldn’t know, because it apparently didn’t mix well with the Rebellion’s standard painkillers, currently dulling the pain of the collarbone she’d fractured during the strike on the shield generator. Kes had assured her (between bouts of vomiting) that it wasn’t worth it.
So she was sober, trying to find some amusement in the writhing mass of drunk soldiers composing the makeshift mosh pit as loud music played from the Millennium Falcon.
But it was difficult to find the same sort of carefree joy in the moment. With the empire as good as defeated, she lost the enemy that had defined her entire life. It made her feel weightless in a way she didn’t quite like. Almost too free, like she was drifting with no purpose or direction.
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