You watched as the fearful portrait reflected in the stormtroopers pristinely white plastoid composite helmet became more and more fearful as the soldier pushed you again and again into the harsh stone wall.

"Surrender your weapons or we will not hesitate to kill." Even through the expressionless void that was his face, he still managed to let his joy in ramming a blaster rifle barrel into your chest shine through.

"I have no weapons." You reiterated, adamant that you merely repaired tools and carts for the kind, Empire fearing people of Jedha and that your small smithery had nothing to do with weaponry.

"You are a smith, correct?" The trooper pressed the barrel of his rifle further into your chest until the cold wall behind you had you trapped with nowhere to possibly escape.

"Well yeah." You rose your trembling hands slowly into the air, hoping that some mercy would be shown from the faceless man.

"Smith's make weapons. Surrender them or we will kill you." The air would have been silent if not for the screaming, crying and constant barrage of blaster fire. "Fine, so be it."

"Hold on, hold on." A figure turned the corner, with arms in the air just as yours were, only hers were not shaking and she was not trying her best to worm her way out of the situation, instead she was creeping into it.

"Stay back!" The rifle dragged across your chest and now pointed at the intervener who marched on regardless.

"If I know the Empire, and I think I do, if weapons were handed over freely or not, you would kill them anyway... correct?" The trooper cocked his head in confusion and began to meet the presumably soon to be dead person in the middle. Before she could receive the same brutality that you had, she flicked a small baton from her waist and struck the trooper in it's inner thigh, causing it to bend over and giving her a small chance to strike again over the back of it's neck. It fell swiftly to the floor with a groan and it's armour plate clanking against each other.

"Th-Thank you."

"Don't worry about it, I-"

A slender, black Empirical droid turned the corner and sat its hands on its hips in great annoyance. "Fantastic Jyn, just amazing, and here I was thinking that this was supposed to be a covert operation. You just can't keep out of trouble can you, and there is Cassian thinking that you may be trusted with a blaster."

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Written by Aaron.