“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” This feels like something Jyn would say to Cassian, the rest I leave up to you.

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Ahh thanks for this!! I have so many ideas it’s hard to choose……… 🙂 

So sorry this took so long– (I’ve had to say that a lot lately ) 

I hope this slightly brightens your day~ or at least provides some good mental distraction 

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It all goes wrong too fast for her to do anything, and she’s going to kill whatever mudcrutch fed them bad intel for this mission, if she can salvage it. Or at this point, get them out alive. 

She’s on the second floor of the tavern– too far away to interfere, when it happens. Cassian’s close, so close she can feel it. He’s bought the mark a drink and they’re chatting. She’s watched him move closer and closer, until he touches her shoulder– 

And then another man appears out of nowhere and gets in Cassian’s face. Jyn can’t hear what either of them are saying, but the newcomer has at least several centimeters and five stone on Cassian. Hands raised, Cassian backs up and keeps a bland smile plastered on his face for as long as he can, but then the man takes a swing and Cassian ducks. 

The man stumbles into another table, sending drinks and plates of food crashing to the floor, and before Jyn can do anything, the entire establishment is rioting. 

She tries to move, run down and help, get out before they draw too much attention, but sentients on the balcony pile in around her to watch the fight and she’s trapped. 

She’s almost maneuvered her way to the stairs when Cassian, trying to weave his way to the door, is too slow and the original man catches his bicep. Even caught, Cassian eludes a few ham-handed blows, but the man only becomes frustrated and to Jyn’s horror, grips Cassian by the wrists and slams him into the nearest wall. 

Cassian’s head snaps back, then he crumples to the ground, unmoving. 

Jyn swallows a scream and gives up on caution, shoving her way down the stairs and behind the bar, where the wispy bartender is cowering below the taps. 

She only has to search for a second before she finds the fire alarm. She pulls it without hesitation and thanks the Force when the sprinklers trigger as well and there’s a mad dash for the door as everyone’s drenched in freezing cold water. 

As soon as there’s a clear path, she picks her way over to where Cassian fell. He’s awake, thank the Gods, and is half propped up on his hands, but his shoulders are swaying in a way that seriously worries her and he hasn’t attempted to stand up. 

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