#one of the rogues comes upon them though and assumes the nightmare has captured the detective and tries to help

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Far From Home, Part Seventeen: Shock

Series Summary: Reader is torn from her reality and dumped into the middle of a war. Will she make it home? Or will she find where she belongs? A Rogue One Reader Insert Fanfiction. Gifs and recognizable characters are not mine, but the story and all of the mistakes are!

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Chapter Notes: So, this was legitimately the hardest chapter for me to write. It came to me when I realized that Cassian and Tivik were not only allies, but they had been friends and I thought.... hm, that really sucks. I debated on even writing it. As I wrote it, I had to walk away multiple times because I kept crying (lame). Even now I’m thinking... maybe I shouldn’t. So, naturally.... here it is.

Warnings for this chapter: character death, shock (and all emotion that comes with it), grief

Seven months later, another year gone and Cassian and I have been on a mission for thirty-five days now. There were rumors of a weapon that the Empire was working on. The rumor claimed that this weapon, once completed, would be the end of the war. In that time, we hadn’t come up with a single scrap of information. Nearly exhausting all of our contacts around the galaxy, we were running short of ideas.

I jumped, startled, as Cassian’s data pad crashed against the wall. “Over a month and we have nothing.” He slumped on the bench next to me and rubbed a hand over his face.

“We do have one thing.” I said, reading my data pad.

It’s a long shot.

“What do we have.” He groaned, face still buried in his hand.

“Hope.” I said with conviction, smiling at what I was reading.

“Hope.” He said, unconvinced. “How does that help us now?”

“Hope is the foundation of a rebellion, isn’t it?” I said, handing him the data pad. He took it as I continued, “Without hope for something better, we would have nothing to fight for.”

I watched him as he read the reports. His expression gradually changed from frustration to thoughtfulness. “Saw Gerrerra?” He asked, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“There has been increased imperial activity on Jedha, they’re taking something out of the Jedi temple there. It could be related.” I said.

He thought on this for a moment. “The temples are full of kyber crystals. They powered the lightsabers.” He paled as he continued. “If one were to collect enough, it could power a weapon that would destroy an entire city.”

I shuddered at his comment. “It’s not much of a lead, but it’s a start.”

He nodded, but looked unconvinced again. “We have no way of getting to him. He doesn’t take kindly to strangers, it doesn’t matter if they are imperial or alliance. No one comes back.”

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, “Then we’ll have to find a way to draw them out.”

He glanced back at the data pad, deep in thought. “Tivik.” Cassian muttered.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Tivik.” Cassian repeated, looking up at me. “He’s a friend of mine. He worked with Saw before his group separated from the alliance. It’s been a long time, but he may be able to get in and find out what’s going on.”

I nodded, smiling, “Let’s get on it then.”

I waited as he sent messages to both Tivik and General Draven.

It’s not a terrible idea, still a long shot.

I was nodding at the thought when Cassian returned to me with a haunted expression. I felt a chill run through me as he spoke. “It’s confirmed, Tivik will try to get in with Saw.”

I nodded, and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything, I pushed for more information. “And?”

He stared at me, calculating. “We have another mission before we head home.”

“Okay.” I said, suddenly nervous.

What could possibly shake him up like this?

“One of the alliance has been captured and is being held on a planet close to our position. We are being sent to…” He took a deep breath, and wouldn’t meet my eyes. “We need to take care of it.”

“A rescue mission then? It’s nothing we haven’t done before.” I said, an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

“They’re being contained in a heavily guarded holding facility. They will have been stripped of everything, including clothes.”

My hand unconsciously moved to the hidden pocket of my jacket containing the lullaby. I looked back at Cassian, who was now watching me intently with sadness in his eyes.

You know what has to be done if they can’t be rescued.

“I understand.” I said, knowing what would need to happen. I felt, and fought the urge to throw up.

“We will have a small window of opportunity when they transfer her to Dathomir, in a few days.”

I kept my reaction at his slip to myself.

Her?

My first thought was of Rhayna, and I said a silent prayer for it not to be her.

He would tell you, right?

I don’t know.

“Let’s get going then.” I said, nauseous.

He nodded and headed to the cockpit, leaving me to steel myself against this next mission.

The planet we were on rained, constantly. The informant had given us enough information to know where the rebel was being held, and where we would be able to get a good vantage point without being seen. When we got in, we immediately understood that there would be no chance of this becoming a rescue mission. Neither Cassian or myself spoke much beyond making when we planned the stakeout.

We all knew upon signing up that this would be a possible occurrence; however, the knowledge that one of us would have to take the shot and kill an ally didn’t sit well for either of us.

We decided to watch in shifts, with K-2 constantly making calculations for the jump to hyperspace for a quick escape. When Cassian offered to take the night shift, I simply nodded in agreement, but felt selfish. I assumed, as he had most likely, that prisoner transfers would most likely happen at night when it would be harder to be seen. The only problem with that logic?

It’s always dark here.

It was on the fourth day of our stakeout when there was finally movement below. I watched through the green glow of my scope as an unmarked transport ship landed on the pad and the doors to the base began to open.

I swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in my throat and called K-2 on the comlink, “It’s happening now, get ready K-2.”

“Confirmed. Calculations are complete, standing by.” He responded.

Let’s get this over with.

I shook off my emotion, and donned the mask of a killer as we had been taught. We were all trained for this potential. Both as the captor and the sniper. The captor will make sure they get in a position for a clean shot, and the sniper will take it. No questions asked. Even though they had prepared us extensively for it, we all prayed that we would never fall in either position.

The doors were fully opened now, and a group of storm troopers had started marching out.

“Y/N.” Cassian’s voice flowed through the comlink. “You don’t have to do this, I’m coming out. I’ll take the shot.”

“No time.” I said, watching through my scope as the storm troopers lined up facing away from the ship, guarding it.

The prisoner will come next.

”Y/N! No, please!” Cassian begged. My heart sunk even further when I heard the edge of panic in his voice.

“Stay on the ship. I’ll be there soon.” I said abruptly, switching the comlink off so I could keep my focus.

The prisoner escort came out next, as expected. But, when I saw the flash of silver skin, my heart seemed to stop beating. I couldn’t breathe.

No.

There was a sudden commotion on the landing pad, as the silver twi’lek started fighting against her escort.

Not her.

I remained motionless, unable to breathe as I watched Rhayna knock a few of the troopers out and run toward the edge of the pad.

Your first nightmare, it’s coming true.

I knew exactly where she would stop, and I fixed the sight in that position, finger ready to squeeze the trigger. I felt ice in my veins as I watched her push a trooper off the ledge and stand tall. Time seemed to stop in that moment. She stared straight at me, smiling, as if she knew it was me staring back at her.

There is no way she could have seen me where I was hidden.

Do it, now.

“I’m so sorry, Rhayna.” I whispered. She winked in my direction as the troopers closed in on her, and I squeezed the trigger.

The shot rang out. With tears in my eyes I watched her fall, just like she had in my nightmare.

You can’t think about that. You have to get back to the ship, now.

For once, I listened to my inner voice and raced back. Cassian was waiting for me when I ran into sight. I yelled for him to take off and he nodded gravely, heading toward the cockpit. I jumped in the ship just as it was leaving the ground, and before I knew it we had made the jump to hyperspace. I collapsed onto the bench, soaked from the rain and staring at the blaster.

“I killed her.” I muttered at it, numb.

You had no choice.

“There had to be another way, if I had known sooner I could have saved her.”

There was no way of knowing.

“Cassian knew.” I said, feeling the heat of anger starting to bubble inside me.

This isn’t his fault.

I sat on the bench stewing in my anger and guilt when I saw Cassian’s feet silently appear in front of me.

“Did you know?” I asked him, shaking.

He didn’t answer immediately. But when he did, I could hear the pain in his voice. “Yes.”

I’m not sure what came over me in that moment. All I know is that everything seemed to turn red. I dropped the blaster on the floor and stood swiftly, punching Cassian in the jaw. I must have caught him off-guard, because he hit the ground and held his jaw where I punched him. He made no move to stand though. He simply stared up at me, full of emotion. His expression wasn’t accusing though, all I could see in his eyes was regret. This made me even angrier.

You need to calm down.

I felt K-2 grab my arms as I moved to lunge at Cassian again, and he pulled me away from him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I screamed at him, trying to break out of the droids’ grip.

“Let her go, K.” He said, standing.

“Would you like to know the odds of her hitting you again.” K-2 said, containing me as I strained against him, glaring at Cassian with clenched fists.

“I said, let her go.” Cassian repeated, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Very well then, but don’t blame me if she hits you again. The odds are very high that she will.” He said, releasing me and heading back to the cockpit.

We stood facing each other, me with my anger and clenched fists, and him with anguish. “I knew it was her.” He said, causing me to tense even further. “I know I should have told you, but I didn’t know how.” He took a step toward me, his eyes pleading. “How do you tell someone, who you love more than life itself that her friend is going to die by our own hands?”

Would you have been able to?

I ignored the thought. “I could have saved her Cassian!” I shrieked at him.

“We couldn’t have.” He said solemnly. “If she had been transferred to Dathomir, she would have been tortured and eventually, would have died anyway.”

“No. There had to be some other way.” I said weakly, feeling tears burning in my eyes.

“You know there wasn’t.” He said. He took another step closer, slowly reaching toward me.

I couldn’t speak. Before I understood what was happening, the anger was gone. It was replaced by a devastating grief that would have brought me to my knees if Cassian hadn’t caught me. He lowered me gently to the ground, and I buried my face against his chest and cried. I cried for Rhayna, who I would never hear laugh again. I cried for Boe Boe, who may not even know what happened yet. I cried for everyone who had ever been hurt by the Empire. Last, but not least, I cried for Cassian who now held me tightly as my body shook with incessant sobs.

Cassian never spoke, but simply held on to me while I cried. It took a long time, but eventually I ran out of tears and could breathe again. I pulled away to look at Cassian. The first think that I noticed was that he was soaked.

He must have tried to make it to you before you took the shot.

The second thing I noticed broke my heart even further. A bruise had already formed where I had hit him. I reached out and touched him gently where it had formed, and noticed him wince slightly. He relaxed into the touch though, never taking his eyes off me.

“I’m so sorry.” I said, tears burning in my eyes again.

I guess I did have some tears left.

He kissed my forehead and pulled me into another tight hug. “You are in shock. There’s nothing for you to apologize for.”

I’m convinced, there’s no better man in the universe.

I sighed, relaxing in his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head, and rested his head there. After another few moments, I heard him say. “Maybe we should get you off the floor now.”

I nodded, and he helped me to my feet. He helped me strip off my wet coat, draped a blanket over me, and lead me over to the bench. I sat down and watched him pick up my discarded blaster and wet clothes, and drop them all into the cargo netting. He turned toward me and touched the purple bruise on his jaw. “I have to say, that was a damn good hit.”

I smiled sadly at this. “Rhayna taught me.” I said, thinking of our classes together.

“She was a good friend.” He said quietly, taking the seat next to me.

I nodded in agreement, unable to speak again. He grabbed my hand, interlacing his fingers in mine, and pulled me toward him. I slowly relaxed in his embrace, but refused to sleep.

“Thank you, Cass.” I said after a few moments of silence.

He hugged me tighter. “What could you possibly be thanking me for right now love?”

“For the blanket, of course.”

I heard him sigh in relief before he said, “Always.”

Oh good, now you’ve combined them. ‘I love you’ works too you know.

Not now, brain.

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How ‘Blade Runner’ and ‘The Running Man’ predicted 2019 — decades ago

Welcome to the longer term. Two traditional science-fiction movies — “Blade Runner” and “The Running Man” — are each set in 2019, and though the movies envisioned a number of particulars that aren’t a actuality proper now, lots of their themes nailed present trendy life in America. “I name science fiction ‘actuality forward of schedule,’” Syd Mead, the celebrated designer behind “Blade Runner,” tells The Submit. Watch these movies now, and you’ll be able to see many parallels between their fictional worlds and the true one we’re dwelling on this very 12 months. Ridley Scott’s 1982 movie “Blade Runner” instructed the story of a detective (Harrison Ford) tasked with looking rogue humanoids generally known as “replicants,” performed by Daryl Hannah and Rutger Hauer. “The Running Man,” which hit theaters in 1987, involved a police officer (Arnold Schwarzenegger) falsely imprisoned by the totalitarian state and made to carry out on a top-rated sport present, which forces convicts to run from closely armed pursuers via a dystopian maze. Whereas the occasions of the movies are too exaggerated to be actual, the 2 motion pictures are set in a world affected by local weather change and technological upheaval, each of which may be seen right this moment. “‘Blade Runner’ was meant to be a warning about how our local weather was altering, how our air pollution was destroying the world, how trade is taking on the surroundings,” says Grey Scott, a New York Metropolis-based futurist and host of on-line present “Futuristic Now.” “All of these conversations we’re having now. “I checked out San Francisco a number of weeks ago, and these folks have been compelled to put on fuel masks due to the forest hearth. It regarded identical to ‘Blade Runner,’” Scott says. “The sky was orange. I don’t wish to stay in that world.” Not everybody has to. One other element each movies accurately predicted was the widening hole between the wealthy and poor. The world of “The Running Man” is rife with shantytowns crammed with the homeless and destitute, recalling pockets of modern-day Los Angeles and New York Metropolis. In the meantime, the wealthy journey in limousines and stay in gleaming skyscrapers. Whereas right this moment’s New York is cleaner and safer than it’s ever been, the rich more and more stay in ever-higher towers — comparable to 432 Park Ave. — making the division between wealthy and poor extra stark and seen than ever earlier than. The identical is true in “Blade Runner.” Tremendous-tall buildings dominate the skyline, whereas the streets beneath them are chaotic locations choked with folks and visitors. “I knew that Ridley wished to supply a metropolis that was congested visually and architecturally as a result of the first rate folks by no means bought beneath the 40th flooring,” Mead says. “The town streets have been like a basement.” The scarcity of meals and gas depicted in “Blade Runner” fortunately hasn’t come to move within the US. The truth is, we now have a glut of oil and fewer individuals are going hungry right this moment than in any time in historical past. And but, in some elements of the world, folks do stay like this. “I actually discovered ‘The Running Man’ fascinating due to the thought of a world financial collapse,” says Katie King, a New York-Metropolis-based futurist. “This makes me consider Venezuela. Meals shortages, they’re having points with pure sources and there’s additionally the police state. It’s straight out of the film.” Maybe the very best element that each motion pictures bought proper was our extra immersive relationship with the media. Again within the 1980s, there have been three tv networks and the Web was nonetheless simply being utilized by a pair researchers. Unplugging was the default. Each movies additionally think about a world the place cameras are ubiquitous, filming us whether or not we prefer it or not. There’s additionally the merging of propaganda and information — one thing seemingly not possible again within the days of the three trusted information anchors. INTENSE REALITY SHOWS: “The Running Man” was a premonition of reveals like “American Ninja Warrior” — minus the killing, after all. The Los Angeles of “Blade Runner” is roofed by gigantic digital billboards and blanketed by blimps floating overhead streaming advertisements on an infinite loop. “The Running Man” equally cloaks its metropolis with building-sized screens, so programming may be watched always. There is no such thing as a escape from data. Authorities runs the community and controls the message, typically spreading misinformation to additional its trigger. “Running Man” director Paul Michael Glaser stated his film displays our present media surroundings. “It mirrors folks’s notion of the leisure trade, their notion of the information,” Glaser instructed The Submit. “It captures the sensation that we’re all being manipulated and lied to. These are large issues that folks stay with every single day.” “The traces have blurred between actuality and information and propaganda and leisure,” the film’s producer George Linder agreed. “All that didn’t exist on the time ‘The Running Man’ was made.” Whereas the Japanese affect in America isn’t as robust as “Blade Runner” predicted, one other innovation: a common language combining items of present tongues, just like the “cityspeak” used within the film, is already occurring on-line. Emojis, for instance, are understood universally. “The Running Man” completely predicted the America of 2019 and our obsession with watching “common” folks change into iconic. “We’re shifting again in direction of the Egyptian hieroglyphs,” Scott says. “I can ship an emoji to my good friend who speaks Japanese and they’ll perceive.” After which there’s the emergence of actuality TV. “The Running Man” completely predicted the America of 2019 and our obsession with watching “common” folks change into iconic. “We now have a actuality star as a president. I don’t know the way rather more we have to say about it,” futurist Scott stated. “We’re not killing one another for rankings — but. I feel in case your tradition would enable it, we might. I’m not saying we gained’t.” “I do marvel what would make People resolve to take the worst of the worst [criminals] and flip it right into a present?” King stated. “May it’s these huge media corporations begin failing and a strategy to save their channels is to do one thing new that might be one thing like this? It very a lot may occur.” We’ve already taken child steps. “One of many producers of ‘American Gladiators’ confessed to me that he offered that idea to the community by merely copying scenes from ‘The Running Man’ off a VHS and enjoying it within the pitch assembly, saying, ‘We’re doing precisely this — besides the murdering half,’” Steven de Souza, “The Running Man” screenwriter, instructed The Submit. One factor each movies did not predict is the collapse of main companies like PanAm and Atari (each of which marketed in “Blade Runner”) and the rise of the smartphone. “Once I got here on the movie, they requested me if I wished a cellphone in my automobile,” Glaser says. “Even then, I don’t assume I had a lot of an understanding of the place our telephones have been going.” And a few of the concepts from each motion pictures haven’t fairly arrived, just like the flying vehicles seen in “Blade Runner.” They’re on their method, although. FLYING CARS: Uber is concentrating on the mid-2020s for flying vehicles loads like those seen in “Blade Runner.” “There are literally a number of corporations engaged on this,” Scott says. “In case you have an additional $700,000, you should purchase one now.” Uber is a kind of corporations, engaged on an autonomous air taxi that the corporate says will likely be accessible by the mid-2020s. We’ll see. “I do assume we’re some methods off,” King says. “ ‘Blade Runner’ may need jumped the gun a little bit bit.” Identical goes for the film’s “replicants.” Although it’s by no means explicitly clear what they’re, the movie’s opening scroll says they’ve come about via an “superior robotic evolution,” although they’re utterly natural. Whereas lifelike humanoids are decades away, scientists are engaged on 3D printing stay tissue and may someday make synthetic organs. And a few corporations, together with New Zealand startup Soul Machine, are attempting to bridge the hole between human and machine by making AI extra lifelike and emotional. “It may occur by 2050,” King says. And what about these implanted reminiscences that make the replicants consider they’re human? “Within the laboratory setting, there are research displaying that we will affect reminiscence within the mind — you’ll be able to delete and substitute reminiscences,” futurist Scott says. “However it’s nowhere close to business. We’re nonetheless far-off from having the ability to take a tablet or sit down in a chair and zap your mind.” The prescience of each movies makes them nonetheless widespread right this moment, though each obtained a lukewarm reception upon launch. “Blade Runner” flopped on the field workplace, and “The Running Man” was dismissed by many as popcorn nonsense. However because the years glided by, appreciation grew, because the divided world each movies predicted more and more turned our actuality. This fracturing of society will change into much more true as time goes by, Scott stated. “In some areas of the world, we’ll see dystopian nightmares,” he stated. “And but in different elements of the world, we are going to see pockets of utopia the place greed and authorities corruption is nonexistent due to rising applied sciences just like the blockchain, automated farm robots and inexpensive housing made by machine. “I see a way more fractured future,” he added, “the place the extremes are extra apparent and delineated.” Share this: https://nypost.com/2019/02/02/how-blade-runner-and-the-running-man-predicted-our-lives-decades-ago/ The post How ‘Blade Runner’ and ‘The Running Man’ predicted 2019 — decades ago appeared first on My style by Kartia. https://www.kartiavelino.com/2019/02/how-blade-runner-and-the-running-man-predicted-2019-decades-ago.html