open ( ☄ ) across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.

[realists]

WHO: Jyn Erso & YOU
WHERE: Around the ship
WHEN: The first few days after her arrival (Dec 28-31)
WHAT: Getting her bearings, exploring, etc, etc.
WARNINGS: SPOILERS IN COMMENTS PROBABLY; mark in the subject line if you don't want them and I will steer clear. I will match format as well, so come at me.

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[ 001 - HANGER BAY ]

Jyn knows something familiar from home is in that hanger bay and it drives her insane that she can't reach it. Which is probably what draws her back to the door morning after morning, checking to see if the doors will open.

They do not. She kicks them. They still do not open.

Something something put your freakin' dog tags on and get over it, Erso later and she gets inside to peer at the other ships, but mainly it's to throw herself on Cassian's U-Wing and just sit there. It's a study of pointlessness since she can't go anywhere on it, but it's from home and that's all that really matters.

[ 002 - TRAINING FACILITIES ]

Her trips to the training facilities garner better results, at least if you consider siphoning off excess energy through a violent explosion of fists and feet to be something better. The training dummies fare better than, say, a person would, but it's honestly hard to tell if Jyn would pull her punches with a person. She works herself until her limbs are shaking and her muscles are strained to breaking point and then simply moves on to the next apparatus.

The circuit she makes quickly becomes her standard, even when she ventures into the gym late into the night. Boxing, running, climbing, running again.

She's hooked into the climbing wall when her fingers slip and she goes flying down before the auto belay catches her and jerks her to a stop with a hastily aborted shriek of surprise. She kicks the wall. It does nothing.

"Damn it!" She jerks on the belay to lower herself down but finds herself... stuck. Which is just great. She jerks at it again. Jerks at it gently like maybe if she is nice it will give in to her. Guess what? It doesn't. Stuck and only half unwilling to wrangle herself out of the harness to climb down freely, Jyn glances around for someone else to press the button from the bottom. She tips all the way back until she's basically upside down and calls out, "Hey! Could you give me a hand?"

[ 003 - SHOPPING CENTRE ]

Maybe, maybe, if her assigned job wasn't as an exterminator, Jyn would actually work. She has no particular distaste for bugs and parasites, but she also doesn't have any real need to work with them on a daily basis. Not being incredibly social doesn't mean she wants her companions to be bugs.

Still, she works at least one single, solitary shift for the extra credits only so she can paw around the shopping center without dragging Cassian away from his own job. His own much less generally offensive job. Meandering around a market is not something she ever had time for, usually striking with precision and retreating. Now she wanders, unsure of how to find what she's looking for.

The confusion doesn't look comfortable on her expression, eyebrows knitting together in annoyance.

Comments

[indigo5a]

A wampa. Shaw doesn't ask what that is, but she assumes it's something that hits pretty hard, by the sound of it. She doesn't ask her if her ribs are okay either. She knows that if there is a crack, there's not much to be done about it. At least, not with the medicine Shaw knows. Just pain meds, and she knows better than to suggest it. If only because she wouldn't want to be handled like that, if their situations were reversed.

"The Marines," she says instead. And then she clarifies: "It's like the military. You're not so bad yourself. I'd guess you were more of a field-trained operative."

[realists]

"They didn't accept six year olds in the military," she says by way of an affirmation that yes, she was indeed field-trained. The fact that she was six doesn't seem to be odd or out of place for Jyn, but it was her life.

Clutching one hand to her torso, she gingerly pushes herself to her feet, fighting back a wave of vertigo that makes the gym swim. It's going to feel great when Cassian's taping her up later, but she can't find it in herself to regret sparring with Shaw in the first place. It did exactly what she needed.

"Were you in for long?"

[indigo5a]

"Hmph," is the reply she gives to that. Child soldiers, they exist on Earth and probably do elsewhere in the universe too. Though Shaw would agree that six is way too young, even for the truly desperate. (She did, however, once know a ten-year old spy, but anyway).

"A couple years. Got to see all the vacation spots of the world," she says dryly. Though as it turns out, the streets of New York were just as deadly as Fallujah.

"I'm guessing you're not from Earth."

[realists]

"No."

She doesn't attempt to explain where she's from because then she would have to figure it out. Is she from Vallt? She was born there. Is from Coruscant? Lah'mu? Onderon? Jyn genuinely doesn't know where she is from so she doesn't bother to think about it too hard.

"Different galaxy entirely."