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Jul. 18th, 2019 08:56 amWar wasn't kind, it wasn't nice, and didn't care if you lived or died. War consumed time and bodies as nourishment to keep growing. Didn't matter if someone was fighting for good, to stop an Empire from seizing all of the galaxy, or not. Nothing was ever guaranteed in war, except a high amount of causalities. Finding romance, or kinship was never part of Rey's plan when she joined the Rebellion.
She wanted to make a difference. She wanted to provide aide and not stand by while the Empire continued to terrorize innocent people across the galaxy. The propaganda they put out was mind numbing and Rey wanted nothing to do with it. The orphan from Jakku left the only planet she had ever known to fight...and some how, between the missions, fixing ships, and facing danger at nearly every turn, she had found companionship with one of the best spies in the Rebellion. Captain Cassian Andor.
Nothing had been the same since she drunkenly confessed to him, giving him a kiss, and hoping he returned the same feelings. If they weren't, she would've let go of him and buried herself in work. But, he had feelings for her. It took hard work, but they made it work. They endured long separations, spats, and face death countless times, but they came out of it together. They had each other, and that's all that mattered to them. As long as they focused on their future, of ending a war, they could have a family. They could....be normal people, or figure out how to live a life away from war.
They had gone to bed together, in Cassian's quarters, both dead tired from their last mission. She wanted sleep. She wanted a dreamless sleep that would allow her to rest. Instead, she had feverish dreams of a weapon the size of the moon, of glowing swords, a man in black armor, and...a tiny baby being held by her and Cassian. Joy and sorrow on their faces as they cradled the infant. There were explosions, and the taste of sulfur in the air. All of it was in a blur that prompted Rey to sit up and crawl out of bed to empty her stomach in the 'Fresher.
Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, and her back was slick. Her mind was racing. There had been speculation that she could be...Force sensitive? Was that what Chirrut had said? Havng visions, or being so in tune with something...she didn't know. But what she saw...the death, and that weapon...and a child. Did it mean...she was pregnant? If any of it was true, and she was... it made her both elated and petrified at the same time.
Fuck, if she told Cassian, he'd think she was crazy. But could she even tell him?
She wanted to make a difference. She wanted to provide aide and not stand by while the Empire continued to terrorize innocent people across the galaxy. The propaganda they put out was mind numbing and Rey wanted nothing to do with it. The orphan from Jakku left the only planet she had ever known to fight...and some how, between the missions, fixing ships, and facing danger at nearly every turn, she had found companionship with one of the best spies in the Rebellion. Captain Cassian Andor.
Nothing had been the same since she drunkenly confessed to him, giving him a kiss, and hoping he returned the same feelings. If they weren't, she would've let go of him and buried herself in work. But, he had feelings for her. It took hard work, but they made it work. They endured long separations, spats, and face death countless times, but they came out of it together. They had each other, and that's all that mattered to them. As long as they focused on their future, of ending a war, they could have a family. They could....be normal people, or figure out how to live a life away from war.
They had gone to bed together, in Cassian's quarters, both dead tired from their last mission. She wanted sleep. She wanted a dreamless sleep that would allow her to rest. Instead, she had feverish dreams of a weapon the size of the moon, of glowing swords, a man in black armor, and...a tiny baby being held by her and Cassian. Joy and sorrow on their faces as they cradled the infant. There were explosions, and the taste of sulfur in the air. All of it was in a blur that prompted Rey to sit up and crawl out of bed to empty her stomach in the 'Fresher.
Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, and her back was slick. Her mind was racing. There had been speculation that she could be...Force sensitive? Was that what Chirrut had said? Havng visions, or being so in tune with something...she didn't know. But what she saw...the death, and that weapon...and a child. Did it mean...she was pregnant? If any of it was true, and she was... it made her both elated and petrified at the same time.
Fuck, if she told Cassian, he'd think she was crazy. But could she even tell him?
