hey sorry about this. spam incoming. SO can i request something involving death from sandman and rogue one?

skitzofreak:

Thanks! Here it is.

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room is suddenly very, very bright, and Kit is naked.
He gasps, slaps his hand up to his face but there’s no helmet, he’s lost his helmet! His hand feels odd against his cheek, too smooth, no gun callouses catching on his shaven skin, and oh shit, he’s walking around base without a helmet, never mind demerits, he’s going to get flogged!

“Jyn,” says a rough voice somewhere in front of him, and Kip jolts around to stare, reaching for his rifle. It’s not there. He doesn’t have a rifle. He doesn’t have a helmet! He’s wearing armor but no gloves, no helmet, no blaster, he’s going to get flogged!

“It’s fine,” another voice says, this one lighter, less strained, “No one heard.” Female, Kip realizes with a jolt, because it’s been a while since he’s heard a female voice what was, well, really female and not just the mechanized trickery of a droid. And then he sees them, two people who are definitely not authorized to be here, huddled in the back of the storage room. Humans, civilian attire, male on the ground with his back to the wall, something odd about the way he was sitting, and female kneeling over him, her hands on his chest. Her hands, Kip can see in the bright light, are red with blood, but it doesn’t seem to be hers.