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Orson's P.O.V.

I was right. It was going to be a very long night. I've been wandering aimlessly for nearly an hour when I hear something behind me. And for some reason, I freeze. Me hand slips to my holster and rests on my blaster. When I don't see or hear anything for a few moments, I realize I must be just paranoid. This IS my first full night alone in the realm of the dead. I relax and start walking.

A growling noise prompts me stop dead in my tracks again. I slowly turn around this time and make out the shadow of a giant six-legged beast. I can see three gigantic tusks hanging from its jaw. It has a large hump on the middle of its back. Short horns swing side to side with the tip of its whisking tail. And to make things worse, the little beady eyes are staring straight at me.

It starts marching towards me. I find myself backing up as I seize my DT-29 pistol and point it at the beast. Three shots. That's all my blaster holds before I have to reload it. I aim for the beast's head.

The beast charges. My pistol goes off. It's a clean shot to the head but the beast doesn't slow down. I fire again. The beast remains unaffected. This is just great. I fire one more time in vain before running. My heart pounds profoundly as the beast chases me.

Have you ever tried running on uneven, unfamiliar ground in the dark when you're exhausted? It's not easy. I trip hundreds of times, barely catching myself from making contact with the ground. As I run, I realize the unnecessary running I did early was taking a toll on me. My legs feel weak. I begin to count the seconds until I collapse.

The second finally came around and I fall to the ground. The rocks are not kind to my body, causing me to cry out. When I look up the beast is snorting over me.

I slip the rifle off my body and fire at the beast's neck. The beast's skin deflects the shot, which doesn't make the situation better. The beast is even more agitated than before. His foot comes down near my head and I hardly have time to roll away. I drop the rifle in my attempt to escape. This situations really couldn't get worse.

The beast continues to try and flatten me. Thankfully, I roll to my feet and find a solid footing. If I can't shoot this thing, maybe I could stab it. I seize the electro knife from my utility belt and swing my arm forwards.

It never reaches the beast's skin. I don't remember what happened next but all I was aware of was how much pain my side was in. My vision starts to cloud over and everything begins to blur. I really was going to die, wasn't I? Ironic, considering this is the realm of the dead.

I probably would have died, had it not been for the Jedi Temple Guardian that appeares out of nowhere. The Temple Guardian pulls his double lightsaber out and engages with the beast. I can make out the shapes of the beast and Guardian dancing with each other. I can't tell how far away they were nor what was exactly happening, but I could hear the beast squealing in fear, so I assume the Guardian has everything under control.

Eventually, the beast runs off. The Guardian waits a moment, watching the beast run, before turning and walking towards me. As they got closer, my clouded vision starts to trace the Guardian's outline. It was a human; a male to be exact. He was slightly shorter than I was and his double lightsaber was actually a staff. He says some things to me and I just nod. The man hoists me to my feet. He forces me to walk until we find shelter or something along those lines. I don't remember most of the walk. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth to outlast the pain in my side.

When I open my eyes again, I'm laying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. I must have fallen unconscious because I don't remember having to lay down. Either that or I wasn't paying attention very well.

My vision has cleared up and I can see Rook standing over me. He looks down and mutters something. When I gave him a confused blink, he leans closer and repeats himself.

"You got impaled."

"I can tell," I mutter. I don't need to be told twice. You would think that in the realm of the dead, ghosts were immune to pain or injury. I suppose that isn't so.

Rook stares into my eyes. "So you died on the same day I did?" he questions. I nod. "Huh. I'm sure Cassian will be interested in hearing about it."

"Cassian Andor? He's the captain guy of the Rebellion, correct?"

"Yes, he is."

I remember the first time I encountered Andor. He was kind of a reckless kid. But he was a good shot. We only met once prior to meeting on Scarif. I had been chasing him across a battlefield when he got the bright idea to drop a grenade behind him. Both of us were thrown and it's a wonder how we survived the explosion. The second and final time I met him before I died was when he and Jyn were stealing plan Stardust.

I let Rook tend to my wound. "You know, you really should have thought twice about bringing a gun around the realm of the dead," Rook laughs.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll give you some words of advice. Don't carry a gun around. It's as stupid as throwing yourself on top of a grenade because you think it will earn you a promotion when you return back to the base."

I was about to point out that you wouldn't survive jumping on a grenade when I realize what he was trying to say. My attention focuses on the door opening, which was surprisingly not automatic. You'd think that someone with the highest of technology surrounding the cottage would have automatic doors. Even Galen and Lyra had automatic doors.

"Oi, Bodhi, who are you talking to?" It was the captain. I realize that he had been the one to rescue me from the creature.

Rook points to me. "Krennic."

Andor frowns. "I thought you said you drugged him well."

"I guess he didn't want to stay drugged."

I'm confused at their words but decide its best not to ask. Andor approaches me and I feel my muscles tensing up. I worry that he will interrogate me since I'm stuck here and unarmed. Even though I'm not with the physical Empire anymore, that doesn't mean that the Rebellion can't get any useful information out of me. Plus, who knows if Andor has the ability to relay the information to the physical world with all the technology around the cottage.

Andor grabs a chair and pulls it up. He sits down next to the bedside and stares at me. "Well, you certainly suck at defending yourself." I'm not sure whether to be completely offended or admit that it was true. "Did you see Jyn when you crossed over? And what was your trial?"

I frown. "Crossed over? Trial?"

"You know, coming from the Realm of Vida to the Realm of Muertos."

"The what, the what?"

The captain sighs. "You're not the brightest bulb, are you?" I'm taking that as complete offense and I want to punch him in the face. "Let me explain it to you in better detail. For whatever age you are minus three weeks, you have been living in the Realm of Vida. When you died, you came over to the Realm of the Muertos. But you couldn't have come over without a trial."

"What trial?!"

Andor opens his mouth again when I hear Rook's voice cut him off. "Cassian, he might not remember the trial. Remember, he is kind of old. He's probably likely to forget things."

I snarl. "I'll bet I could remember things better than you can!" I snap.

Andor shakes his head. "Bodhi, he cannot possibly forget the trial like that. Unless he has memory problems, he should be able to remember."

"Cassian..." Rook says warningly.

Andor is upset. "What do you know about Jyn since the last time we saw each other?" I tell him everything that happened from when the explosion of Scarif happened, what happened when I met Lyra and Galen, and pretty much anything else he wanted to know after I arrived in the realm of the dead.

"Honestly, I don't know what trial you speak of."

Andor slams his hand against the bedside table. He gets up and storms off. Rook exchanges glances between my wound and the doorframe. It's clear he doesn't know what to do. "Go," I say. "Go talk to your friend." Rook wastes no time. He's in his feet, racing after Andor. I wait for them to come back while I clean up the rest of my wound.

Three minutes later, Rook comes back in. He looks like he's been staring into the pouring rain. Rook doesn't even bother to acknowledge me. The pilot rushes into his room and I begin to get anxious. What was going on?
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Oh man! Orson, Cassian and Bodhi are a little on the tense side. Wonder how things will work out for them (no seriously, I haven't typed that out yet).

So I just watched Rogue One again and [spoilers ahead but why would you be reading this story if you didn't like spoilers] originally I thought Krennic was the last one of the six Rebels and him (because Cassian and Jyn died on the beach in front of the command tower where Krennic was). Turns out he was actually shot with the Death Star laser. The laser fired into Scarif and went through the top of the command center, right were Krennic was. Not the nicest way to die...

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