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She woke up in Yolanda’s speeder with a headache.
The imperial droid and kidnapper were busy flying the ship and weren’t watching her. She wondered where they were going as she looked around the ship. That her kidnappers had stolen after killing Yolanda.
They had an imperial droid, but he didn’t look like any sort of imperial, he was too young and not in uniform. The Empire had a tendency of blasting its way in, not a subtle kidnapping. She had enough colleagues disappear in that manner to know how the Empire functioned.
She tried to sit up, but her hands were tied behind her back. She maneuvered quietly so that her hand could reach one of her hidden weapons, her multiweapon. Commonly used by the rebellion, she had picked one off a dead rebel after a battle she had been a little too close for comfort to when she was still with saw. It was superior to a vibroblade because it didn’t hum. She kept it in the hidden pocket on the inside of her thigh because anywhere else could be pickpocketed and she tried not to use it because it might accidentally tie her allegiance to the rebels.. it was in a hard place to reach subtly normally but she was glad about the paranoia that she had learned over the years. She jimmied the multiweapon in the gap between her stun cuffs so the link broke apart. Shoddy stun cuffs also pointed to her kidnappers not being imperials. She figured they might be the same people that had put out the warrants in the first place.
Her hands were now free and she set to work on her ankles, letting both sets of cuffs drop softly on the ground. She didn’t want to attack with only her multitool, so she looked around for another weapon. While they were incompetent enough to not search her thoroughly and use shoddy cuffs, they did hide the weapons they confiscated from her.
Multitool it was then. She crept forward, keeping low. It was hard to not be in the peripheral vision of either.
She must have made a sound or a movement in the imperial droid’s peripheral sensors, because he turned.
“I told you she had a 81.698 percent chance of having another weapon,” he informed his human companion.
“You took all my stuff!” Jyn protested, waving her multiweapon around. The human’s face became stony when he saw that.
“I also told you there was a 98.74 percent chance that she would be upset,” the droid again helpfully reminded the young man.
Jyn stomped her foot.
“Cassian, what are you going to do? She has a 51.68 percent chance of assaulting you with it,” the droid said, continuing to ignore her.
She turned to look at her kidnapper, apparently named Cassian. He did not look like he was having fun and she thought he deserved it. His eyebrow twitched and she saw, too late and without time to duck, the droid’s arm coming at her head.
The next time she awoke, she was in some sort of medbay with no restraints but a raging headache. She tried to get up but felt groggy. She decided it didn’t matter who had captured her, she was going to lie there. The facilities were too shoddy for the Empire but too nice for a standard smuggling ring. They had lots of proper medical equipment she had not seen in a long time but it all seemed outdated from her little knowledge of medical technology. She figured she would find out the owners of the facility soon enough.
A few minutes later a medic came in.
“Hi, how are you feeling?” the medic asked.
“Like I have a concussion.” she said, rolling her eyes.
“You do have a concussion, but you’ll be alright in no time. Nothing too severe on the brain scan the medical droid did. You’ll be going for a meeting soon!” the bubbly medic informed her.
“Go away,” Jyn complained. The medic did so, seeing no need to continue talking to a crabby but otherwise fine patient.
She laid down and stared at the ceiling. No wonder the rebels had trouble recruiting members if this was how they did it.
Eventually, another rebel came in bearing food. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the headache had abated enough. She snatched the tray and placed it on her lap. Jyn hadn’t eaten in awhile and figured if they had gone through enough trouble to get her and they wouldn’t poison her in the medical wing.
She ate methodically, as she had nothing else to do. She finished and set the tray down on the table besides her bed and laid down for another good round of ceiling staring. She was too far in the base and didn’t have any of her confiscated possessions and to boot, was not on a time crunch. She would leave escaping for later.
She, in the midst of the highly diverting ceiling staring felt someone watching her. She fake stretched to peer through the gap in the curtains surrounding her bed. She saw a flash of movement. Someone had been watching her watch the ceiling. Jyn found this highly amusing and giggled.
A third rebel came in, right during the height of the giggle fit. The stern woman looked confused but continued on with her duties.
“Miss Erso, the medic said you were feeling better. Your presence has been requested in a meeting. If you will follow me?” the rebel addressed Jyn.
“Sure,” Miss Erso said, getting out of bed with a spring in her step.
The rebel must have been told about her previous record of compliance but quickly schooled her surprised expression back to a stern one. She turned and beckoned Jyn to follow her through the corridors to the cavernous meeting room.
A lot of old rebel looking people were gathered around a glowing table with a spot in the circle. Jyn smiled at them. The cheerful match-girl act usually worked just fine.
“Hello Jyn, may I call you Jyn? We’re very happy you agreed to join the cause,” a middle aged woman with short hair said.
“Yes. You may call me Jyn. And do you have a name besides those kriffing people who knocked me out twice?” Jyn smiled sweetly.
“I’m sure Captain Andor had a good reason for using the methods he did,” the fish man said calmly.
Jyn turned around and wander out of the room. Evidently rebellions do not deal with rebellious teenagers often.
They began to scramble, and Mon Mothma walked out of the room to retrieve Jyn and start this procedure over again.