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Rogue One: A Star Wars Story dir. Gareth Edwards | 2016

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↪   ᵀᴴᴱ 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐾 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of fox's sitcom ,  “ the mick ” .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . will be updated !  )

oh my god , why do you have gasoline ?!

we're fine , not that it's any of your concern .

stay out of trouble .

no , you're not coming in with me .

you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you .

can i bum a smoke , please ?

it's okay , i already have a dollar .

i get the sense that you're in need a lot .

i don't have a problem . you do , otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation .

what do you mean ? you invited me .

i got into yale , that doesn't mean i'm going .

the scales of justice tip in favor of the wealthy .

if we throw enough money at this thing , i'm sure it'll go away .

let's catch up in ten years when you need another loan .

i feel like we got off on the wrong foot .

i want you to come to me with boy problems . or girl problems , i don't assume .

i know you think you're pretty clever with this plan to drink me under the table , but there's two problems ... you're not , .. & you can't .

she's not dead , i can see her breathing .

i cannot count the number of times i've been ripped off a barstool & thrown in a cage .

i should probably get out of the house , yesterday kinda got away from me .

i don't like these people . but i like you .

why are we at a poor person's restaurant ?

don't touch my stuff , psycho .

no , i don't believe you . you're lying .

uh , i don't know , maybe because you're a lying bitch .

okay , look , i understand this stuff is really hard to hear .

let's just keep our voices down , okay ?

you think i care about these idiots ?

what is wrong with you ? you're making a scene .

how's that for a scene ?! dinner & a show !

i know what you're up to , & you're not gonna get away with it .

i'm sorry , you think you're in charge ?

once all this is gone , all that's left is this . & nobody wants just this .

wait , wait , wait ! i'm coming with you !

i will only go if i have your blessing .

if you need anything at all , do not hesitate to call 911 .

[ name ] , my beautiful angel !

i heard about that little accident you had .

so , this is it ! home sweet home .

holy crap , you're alive ...

what are you doing here ? are you living at my place ?

okay , i'm sensing some major hostility here .

i thought you were dead !

don't pay attention to him , he's no one .

— i'm just kidding ! oh , i'm so sorry , your face ...

no ... you're joking — this is a joke , right ?

i'm gonna go freshen up , this'll be fun !

my legs are heavy , but my mind is light ...

wait , why is my window open ?

do i look like i'm playing games ?

we both burnt that bridge , it doesn't matter who lit the match .

i need you to do me a favor , i did you a favor .

oh , thank god you're here . you've gotta help us .

oh , i'm not going anywhere .

what do you want me to do about it ?

knock - knock ... can i come in ?

oh ... i get it . you're jealous .

enough with the guessing games , i'm freaking out over here .

fine . i'll fix this myself .

i thought we agreed i'm the boss ?!

if you saw my silence as agreeing with you , that's on you .

don't take it personally , his heart just isn't for sale .

not now , [ name ] , i'm gloating .

[ name ] ?! since when do you smoke ?

HEY .. !! [ name ] . just the person i wanted to see .

i haven't gone this long without a smoke in years .

either be part of the solution or get the hell out .

well , now i feel like you're lying .

regardless of how we got here , i'm having a really good time .

is it ? is it creepy to be ahead of everybody at all times ?

i want to squeeze you around your neck until you can't breathe .

i said that forever ago when i was young and dumb .

if i were you , i would take this opportunity to lay low .

that's the opposite of what i just suggested .

[ name ] , you've been overruled .

i don't mean to offend you , you don't fit the [ surname ] brand .

it's already happening , we're becoming socially radioactive .

i'm sorry , that night is a blur of bad pinot and intolerable conversation .

oh , so you're a liar too ?

i was sitting at home , and then i remembered you're not my boss .

what's the matter ? little plan didn't work ?

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many of my wonderful mutuals have already made posts about this so just to reiterate : the post about supporting female ocs fails to take intersectionality into account - make sure you're not only supporting white ocs! support ocs of color! and don't just reblog and move on -- practice what you preach, especially if you're white.

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there are very few people in the alliance that jyn is wary of. though there's a handful of unsavory characters that have managed to slip through the cracks, having grown up with the partisans, she's hardly threatened by a few blustering assholes. ( you threaten to break just one of their fingers and they're deflating like a popped balloon -- they wouldn't last an hour in saw's cadre. ) tristan patel falls into a different class entirely. from what she's gathered by his record ( which, unsurprisingly, has more redacted than not ), he's been in the alliance for longer than most -- though the details on what he's been involved in are few and far between. but it's not the gaps in his background that keeps her on edge ; considering her own lack of formal biography, it would be hypocritical of her to think otherwise. rather, it's the fact that she doesn't know for certain which side he's truly on. she's spent long enough in this world to recognize a selfish person when she sees one ( she is one ). how much will it take for him to sell out the rebellion to save his own skin ? everyone breaks eventually, no matter how much torture they can withstand -- how long until he starts spilling secrets to protect himself ? she doesn't doubt he can endure pain -- this conversation is evidence of that -- making the question here whether or not he believes in the rebellion's message enough to protect it and everyone within it.

it's that factor that leaves her the most wary of him. while she doesn't like not knowing much about who he is or what he's done, that is the undercurrent that tempers all of their interactions. whenever they speak, the two of them circle and size each other like feral animals. it's a pissing contest more than anything else, yet she can't help but needle him at any chance she gets. " no desire to square up against a crop of green recruits, then ? " she asks mildly, fully aware of the near non-existent capabilities that most new sentients come in with. ( the last time she'd pissed off high command, they'd grounded her and made her teach basic self defense. it had been surprisingly more rewarding than she'd expected. . .and she'd taken great pleasure in chewing out their old instructor for being unable to teach non-human sentients. )

her eyebrows raise in surprise at his admission -- it's more than what she'd been expecting when she'd begun this conversation in the first place. " prepared to lose that badly ? " minor bruises and sprains are one thing -- normal consequences of more intense sparring and nothing she'd waste bacta on. but this tells her that he's planning on taking it a step further. he must really be looking for punishment -- out of what, she wonders, guilt, masochism, boredom ? or perhaps just someone seeking the adrenaline rush only a losing fight can provide. " good luck with that. the 2-1bs are fucking assholes. " she'd spent too much time and energy after scarif trying to escape the medway to no avail. her lip curls upward, gaze slanting downward. " but now that you've made me your accomplice, i'll suppose you'll be wanting tips. "

MAYBE IT'S STRANGE THAT ALMOST NOBODY KNOWS A THING ABOUT TRISTAN PATEL. after all, he was one of the rebellion's earliest pilots, seemingly materializing from nowhere with a too-clean record, a corellian affect to his gravelly voice, and a modified arc-170 starfighter he'd dubbed the wasp after allegedly lifting it successfully from an imperial shipyard many years before. since then, even his activities within the rebellion have remained largely under wraps. all the official records show is that he'd heavily participated in the modification and testing of the first t-65b x-wings obtained by the alliance, that he'd collaborated frequently with rebel intelligence ( though the nature of his contributions is classified ) and, though he'd been a founding member of echo squadron, he appeared utterly uninterested in obtaining any sort of advanced rank. precious few know any truths of note about him and those who do aren't interested in sharing – but plenty over the years have speculated, albeit unsuccessfully.

for his part, tristan prefers only to tell assorted lies about himself, largely to test which rebels spread what rumors and identify the most egregious rats.

" good thing I never do my fighting around here. ever heard you shouldn't shit where you eat? " he regards her carefully out of the corner of his eye, fully aware jyn's trying to read him, even if she doesn't ultimately care what he does in his spare time – and he truly doubts she does, outside natural suspicion. creatures like the both of them prioritize self preservation and that means knowing what you're up against. it's only natural they be cautious of one another, given the mutual tendency to withhold that they share. " x-wing's alliance property, but not my starfighter. thing about having my own ship is I can go find myself a trandoshan. an at-at's good for a chiropractic adjustment, not a proper fistfight, so it'd defeat the purpose. "

mentally, he begins running through a pre-departure checklist. he's confirmed already that his provisions are stocked and his extra duffle's stored in the wasp. he still needs to fetch buggy, his astromech unit, but that can wait until last. he already finds himself hoping his charming, too-social droid isn't chattering away following at the heels of a member of his squadron or intelligence crew. he'd much rather slip out without being noticed by anyone else. he's gotten into enough trouble this week already without anyone suspecting he's off to seek more. his flinty gaze returns to her after a moment as he casually adds, " on my way to lift some extra first aid supplies from medbay, actually. wouldn't even tell you that much, but I know you're not a fucking rat. something tells me you'd rather eat bantha shit than be caught dead squealing on anyone. "

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though this hadn't been the original goal of their mission, when it'd become clear just what kind of salvage they'd managed to stumble across in the process of completing the op, neither jyn nor leitha could pass up the opportunity. it's a wonder that this hunk of metal hasn't been picked through already -- but just because it doesn't look visibly looted doesn't mean another group of scavengers haven't gotten into it. these type of things are usually too good to be true ; if there are credits inside, they'll likely have to get through an ambush first.

as they approach the craft, she keeps her blaster in hand, ears pricked to the possibility that there might be someone else in the jungle around them. jyn huffs a breath at leitha's excitement ; even though she's feeling a bit more cautious, she can't deny the fact that she wants to know what's inside of it. the trepidation of the unknown. " fun ? on a job with the rebel alliance ? " she retorts dryly, then rolls her eyes, a half smirk tugging at her lips. " let's clear it first, then start looking for credits. yeah ? "

     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃,  𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐒 ... destroyed and broken down space crafts loom tall above their heads, echoing a past they should be running far from. never mind the dark heavy clouds that threaten a downpour, nor the scheduled droids on rotation that with ease, could manage to ruin this entire exploration for either of them. still, leitha moves onwards, gestured hand towards the other to bide them closer; there is little fear in their gaze as they beacon jyn to gaze at their prized venture, a soot and moss covered valor-class cruiser.

spotted easily even in their night filled surroundings, the crooked grin that they are armed with is thrown over their shoulder at their accomplice. ❛ i am sure we can find something worth lots of credits on that ship. ❜ a bent elbow gently juts out to puncture the others side, hinted attitude gives way to their growing excitement. ❛ we'll be quick. in and out with what we can. c'mon, it will be fun. ❜

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He  felt  in  his  𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒  that  his  weapon  had  exposed  something  𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥  ⸻  about  the  nature  of  worlds,     about  their  ˡⁱᶠᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ  and  their  DEATH  THROES     ...     orson  krennic,     written  by  alistair     ©   

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" pity tips, maybe, " she scoffs, quickly glancing up and down his body. she's quick to catalog his injury ; unless he's a lot better at hiding wounds than she suspects, the fact that he's upright, coherent, and cracking jokes tells her all she needs to know. unless he wants to lay down in the break room for his entire shift ( and since they're the only two scheduled for the night, their boss doesn't have to know ), he appears well enough to work for a few hours, so long as he doesn't overdo it. bartending's not a terribly physical job and she plans on keeping on eye on him, anyway. ( people like them -- they tend to push past their limits until they're lying face down on the ground without remembering how they got there. ) " you know where the first aid kit is, rider. it's gonna ruin the bad boy look if you keep bleeding all over the customers. "

HE GRUMBLES. not that far off from a child scolded to go back upstairs and brush their teeth. for real this time. he knows he shouldn’t have come in. jyn would have been just fine by herself. he assumed she’d be annoyed at him for not showing up when he claimed he would. but at least she’d get more tips, and a lot less blood. he’s not even sure why he decided to come in. part of him worried that if he went home and allowed himself to properly patch up that he’d end up laying down to rest and never wake back up. he figured jyn would be damned to let him die while they worked on the same shift. he'd have to save that for after. but at least in the meantime he knew he could trust the kick of her boot to keep him awake ( and a live ). ❝ is there a lot of blood on my shirt? should I change or does it give kinda that hot bad boy vibe that might get me more tips? ❞

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@ikuryakn : why was i not told of this ?

a burst of anger at kuryakin's words erupts inside of jyn, immediately put on the defensive at the accusatory nature of his tone. her lips pull down in a scowl, arms crossed tight over her chest, even though the pressure leaves her bruised ribs smarting. in the middle of a fight, if she sees an opening, she's going to take it ; she's not going to stop and ask how her partner feels about a split-fucking-second decision in the heat of the moment. following the rules down to the exact letter is a good way to get killed -- something jyn had seen time and time again.

" it worked out, didn't it ? " jyn retorts, a hint of irritation sliding into her voice. even though they're supposed to be partnered together on this operation, she doesn't trust him ( hell, she's not entirely sure she's made up her mind whether or not he's actually on her side -- there are too many damn spies these days ). she scoffs, rifling through the cabinets of the safe house until she finds a ( mostly ) clean glass, slamming it down on the countertop with a bit more force than necessary. she then begins the process of finding something semi-palatable to drink, speaking over her shoulder as she does so, " the original plan wouldn't have worked. if you still can't see that, then you're clearly not as good as they told me you were. "

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@k4ssa : you and me, we're in this together now.

jyn doesn't trust cassian -- doesn't trust anyone, let alone someone who's trained as a spy ( trained to lie ) for nearly his entire life. but sometime between her release from wobani and nearly dying on the beach, her opinion on him changed -- stark hatred to an unfamiliar feeling she'd rather not think too much about. best to lock it up in the cave in her mind, where everything else of that nature goes, so she doesn't have to think about it. it's startling, how, over the course of less than a week, she'd started to let walls down. upon this realization, she'd immediately built them back up, but it'd been so long that she hadn't even realized that it'd been happening. ( that, in itself, is the scariest part of this. how he'd been able to disarm her so easily -- are all alliance spies like him ? )

there's a part of her that feels like she . . . knows him, recognizes portions of herself staring back from his gaze when he looks at her. realistically, logically, she has no reason for this feeling -- hell, she doesn't even know how old he is or where he's from, yet there's no denying the ( inevitably one-sided ) connection that tethers a small part of her to him. she'd be lying if it hadn't factored into her joining the alliance after scarif -- it hadn't been her only motivation, but it's been so long since someone had come back for her and he'd done it more than once.

her hands clench tight around her weapon, knuckles white as they curl over the blaster. the steady anticipation of a fight thrums through her veins. the pair ofthem haven't been running missions together long –– it hadn't worked out at first -- but even the council can't deny the results now. despite how often they butt heads, they're an effective team on the battlefield, playing to each other's strengths and covering the other's weaknesses. her brain doesn't trust him. . .but in moments like these, her body does -- when she's acting solely on instinct, she trusts that he'll have her back without a second thought.

" you talkin' to me or yourself ? " she retorts, the corner of her mouth quirking up despite herself. the adrenaline coursing through her veins makes her feel lighter than usual, though she's not fool enough to let it distract her from their surroundings ; just because the last fight had been in their favor doesn't mean the next one will, and there's always a possibility that a rogue imp will be hiding around the next corner. but it's enough to make everything else in the world outside of her narrow focus a little farther away. it's just her, cassian, and the mission on hand -- nothing else.

" if you needed a pep talk, then you should've asked, captain. " she clicks her tongue, expression morphing into something more serious. if their intel is correct, the information on the database in the next room will save hundreds of lives. the thought of that is enough to sober her slightly. " let's finish this, then. together. "

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jyn merely raises a brow, unstirred by eliza's dramatics. she's gotten to know the other woman well enough by now to understand that, had she truly hurt herself, she'd be pretending she was fine. " i'm no doctor, " though she has fucked up her hands more times than she can count, " but i think you'll be okay. "

she’s  pouting  and  holding  her  limp,  throbbing  right  hand  in  her  still-functioning  left  one.  you’d  think  that  the  woman  who  relies  on  her  hands  to  make  music  would  have  a  little  more  self-control  –  spoiler  alert,  she  doesn’t.    “...  i  hurt  my  hand.”    (on  someone’s  nose.)      /      OPEN  TO  MUTUALS  🧡

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the great war x you’re losing me mashup - taylor swift

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this is not the conversation that jyn had intended to ever have with han. had she bitten her tongue and kept silence, they'd easily fall back into their old routine : bickering, taking the piss out of each other, and getting shit done regardless. but it's different now that she's spoken the words out loud -- that she's admitted there's a part of her that just might trust him. her cheeks redden in embarrassment, her eyes shifting down toward the durasteel floor. underneath her skin, her muscles tense as if preparing for a fight. she wants nothing more than to crawl out of her skin and then eject herself out into space. ( and if her eyes stray to the direction of the airlock, it's only for a second. )

it's only seconds later that she's hit with the realization that she's really fucked things up now. han's like her, whose life philosophy is something along the lines of ' trust nobody but yourself ' -- she doubts he'll want anything to do with her now. when he begins talking, her gut reaction is that he's trying to placate her, to smooth over her emotional outburst with false platitudes of his own until they've both forgotten that it's happened. but when she finally drags her eyes up from the floor to look at him properly, there's a crack in his facade that stills those thoughts. jyn's mouth turns downward, eyebrows tugging together as she struggles to take in what he's telling her. she's always known they've felt similarly on this topic . . . but this is the first time they've ever spoken about it.

to hear the raw undercurrents in his voice, to watch as he swallows down words he'd rather leave unspoken but fights through it to say them anyway. . .well, jyn's never shied away from running headfirst into battle.

the difficult thing is that han's claims are ones that she's heard before from people she's cared about. ' don’t be surprised if i keep showin’ up.  i’ve got your back, jyn, ’n i always will. ' a nice sentiment. . .if she hadn't been burned so many times by people who'd said those exact same words. she's sure that han believes what he's saying, that he genuinely believes that he'll always have her back . . . but she's not sure that she does. though he hasn't let her down ( yet -- it took saw eight fucking years ), she's constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to once again be alone.

but she's so damn tired of living like this. decades of paranoia and constantly living on the edge has worn her down to the bare bones ; this war has taken nearly everything from her, leaving very little left. is it so wrong to hold onto what she has left so tightly ? and fuck -- as much as she needs time for herself, even she can admit that she's lonely. there's a small, perhaps naive, part of her that believes what he's saying. even though they'd worked well as a team years ago ( bickering aside ), there's something different about their partnership now. older, maybe a bit wiser -- the time apart has seemingly done them both some good.

" i think. . . " she pauses, choosing her words carefully. her tongue darts out to lick her dry lips. she forces herself to look at him, even with her cheeks burning and jaw clenching. " there's a part of me that does -- that trusts you. " it's a struggle to keep her shoulders from hunching up to her eyes ; at her sides, her clench and unclench, looking for an outlet. " i don't -- know. if it'll ever be more than that. " if i can ever give you more than that. and if that's something he needs from her. . she can try but can't promise anything. " but for now -- i've got your back, too, " she adds. her mouth curves into a small half-smile, but it's weary, worn down with the tone of their conversation. " let's face it -- you'd be dead without me, solo. "

             ❝𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴,❞  𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾  𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 ,  𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂  𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝙸𝙽  𝙰  𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴.     watching jyn leap to her feet, clearly rattled, spluttering out half-formed sentences as she tried navigating the minefield of her own making—none of that surprised him.  the real surprise was what she’d let slip: that maybe, in some unconscious way, she already trusted him but didn’t quite know how to process it.  this wasn’t normal.   a more typical response from her would’ve been to vacate the room, completely ignoring what happened, and hope like hell it wouldn’t rear its head in some awkward conversation down the line.   this?  this was a side of her han had glimpsed maybe twice in all the years they’d known each other.

❝i get it—it ain’t easy for me either.  i spent years makin’ sure i counted only on myself.  hell, even then, it sneaks up on you.  one minute you’re keeping to yourself like always, ’n the next… you’re in too deep to back out.❞   han swallowed, the words sticking in his throat like some inconvenient shard of truth he wasn’t sure he wanted to dislodge.  but jyn had let him see her walls crack, just for a second, so it was only fair to offer a glimpse of his own.  ❝so you start lookin’ for the exit, thinking it’s safer t’ get out first before you get burned.❞

their partnership had always been rocky, to put it mildly.  when they first teamed up years ago, it was head-butting all the way down.  they squabbled over just about everything, to the point of nearly botching more than a few jobs.  and yet, despite all the friction—or maybe even because of it—they always managed to pull through, get the job done, and get it done well enough that it even sometimes came with a bonus, which was the sort of outcome that allowed for overlooking rougher edges.

then, a few years passed, and they went their separate ways.   in that time, han had grown, matured in ways he hadn’t expected.  he’d stared down a handful of old demons, survived a series of harrowing experiences that ultimately left their mark, and finally acknowledged ( in private ) a few of his own vulnerabilities.  or maybe it had been the slow grind of time, sanding down his roughest edges and leaving behind someone a little older, a little wiser, and far more aware of how much he still had to learn.

             ❝look, i don’t need you to trust me—not today, not tomorrow.  you don’t owe me nothin’.❞  the start of a self-derisive grin curled his mouth.  ❝never expected you to throw your arms around me ’n start sharing secrets, anyway.❞  yet right on the heels of that moment’s levity spread a different silence, layered with things unsaid, moments where both of them probably thought about saying more and then didn’t.  ❝all i’m sayin’ is… don’t be surprised if i keep showin’ up.  i’ve got your back, jyn, ’n i always will.❞  han paused again, watching her fidget with her hair, a nervous habit he had come to recognize.  ❝but if you think you really could—someday—trust me, even a little… well, it’d be a nice start.  no rush.  we’ve got plenty of time.❞

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“People say hate is a wasted emotion, a destructive force you can do nothing useful with. They’re wrong. I’ve gripped rage, I’ve wielded it like a weapon.”

— Laura Purcell, from The Corset

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Jyn tried not to tense. She wasn't afraid of what would happen, but she didn't want to suffer. Somehow she found herself closer to Cassian than before. Her breathing matched his, or his matched hers, deep and steady. The Death Star flared too bright to watch and a tremor went through the beach. The placid waves rolled higher, spraying flecks of warm seawater over Jyn's cheeks like tears.

ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016) dir. Gareth Edwards

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so it seems they're both liars, then. jyn can scarcely think of any reason that ghafa would find it necessary to tag along on this shit show of an operation aside from her obvious desire to do the right thing ( murderous activities aside, the wraith has quite a strict set of morals ). unless brekker has decided there is some financial gain from ghafa tagging along with jyn to clean up her messes, there is nothing that might draw the other woman to assist her ; she's either lying about her true motivations ( ' i don't want to help you ' -- knowing her, jyn doubts it ), or there's something larger at play here. all this only serves to put her more on edge.

there's little point in continuing their argument now, not when her transport is quickly arriving. ghafa hops on easily, making her jump look effortless ; for a split second, jyn considers not boarding out of spite, leaving the wraith on her own. but this is her -- theirs, now -- only shot for a time-sensitive mission. she sets her jaw and leaps off the platform after ghafa, grabbing the rung of a nearby ladder and hoisting herself up onto the cart. her body shudders on impact, shoulder wrenching from the force of it, but she holds firm and lands on her feet. " the hell you getting out of this, wraith ? " she interjects, voice raised to cut through the wind whipping around them. better to ask now than be left wondering about it, though she'll be irritated if all she gets is more lies. " there's no chance dirtyhands put you up to this. "

“ you are not as elusive as you make yourself out to be. ” words were steady against the thrum of a practiced, stable pulse, muscles holding against their own despite their proximity lessening. darkened gaze, shadow of the wraith, ghost of the spider, traces in the way she bores into her — bore no maliciousness, but she knew the bladed weight of her own words as they fall from her tongue, “ i can read you. ” a bluff more than anything, the wraith never stated anything with certainty without utmost confidence and irrefutable conclusion, but she saw familiarity in her, in the bite against support. almost laughable, really.

“ and i don't want to help you, i have better things to do with my time and quite frankly, i could be subverting direct orders by doing so. ” tongue clicked as she tilted her head to the side, waiting a beat before skillfully maneuvering herself around, out of her trap, her cage. inej listened to nobody at heart, there were no orders for or against jyn, but she'd mastered the language of spun truths. out of the corner of her eye, she could spot the transport car she would have hitched on, knowing it was the only way out. not for another week, and she knew jyn didn't have the time. “ looks like you're slowing yourself down. if you don't mind — ” she shot her a look before aiming to lunge herself on the back. “ can't miss our ride. ”