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FELICITY JONES and DIEGO LUNA Behind the scenes of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) -> Special feature: Cassian - The Spy
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FELICITY JONES and DIEGO LUNA Behind the scenes of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) -> Special feature: Jyn - The Rebel
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JYN ERSO & CASSIAN ANDOR
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Been thinking about them lately.
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Whoever made this is out for blood 😍😍😍
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"I am very glad I had the chance to go through this journey with [Felicity] because it's something new for both of us. The size of this film can be very scary and I was very lucky to have her next to me, always there to grab my hand and go 'Oh my god. Here we are. Let's make sure we stick together.'" Diego Luna on working with Felicity Jones during Rogue One (2016)
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DIEGO LUNA on CASSIAN ANDOR
Rogue One Interview (2016)
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Drying off after getting caught in a sudden rain squall, he gives her his comparatively dry undertunic and then is all “…well I didn’t think that through, did I?”
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Reblogging just cuz :)
CASSIAN'S RECKONING - Chapter 19: The Hologram
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CHAPTER SUMMARY: We finally learn why Jyn wasn't put on leave. It is not fun.
Thank you again to dear Adela for helping me with the Spanish/Kenari 💜
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CHAPTER 19: THE HOLOGRAM
The next morning as Jyn walked to the intelligence ready room her head was full of Cassian, remembering how his body felt strong and solid against hers. Even after Tarkin’s torture, he still radiated strength.
What had he whispered to her in Kenari? Not knowing was driving her a little mad, sending her heart racing every time she thought about the husky words that had growled in the back of his throat.
She realized she was smiling like an idiot and forcefully relaxed her face, suppressing the giddiness that fluttered in her chest. Jyn’s mind needed to be sharp; meetings with Draven always contained a particularly annoying kind of stress. As she approached the Intelligence sector, she rolled her shoulders back before walking in.
Jyn was surprised to find a full room. She had expected only to speak with the general, but several officers, a team of analysts, and even Mon Mothma was present. Except for the holo table’s green glow the room was dark.
“Ah, Erso, there you are,” Draven said, signaling for the group to be silent and form up around the holoprojector. “Thank you for coming.”
Jyn nodded but didn’t say anything; she was still new to an organized military and didn’t have the patience to play along with their little formalities.
“Everything that is said in this meeting is classified,” Draven spoke loudly and clearly. “Whatever is discussed here today stays here. Understood?”
The room gave their consent.
“Lieutenant,” he said, speaking directly to Jyn, “the team standing here,” he waved at the collection of people surrounding the holo table, “has been tasked with analyzing Commander Andor’s interrogation.”
Apprehension gripped her instantly. She didn’t know what she’d expected from a meeting with Draven, but this hadn’t been it.
“They’ve found some troubling information.”
The general paused but Jyn couldn’t think of a single polite response so she kept her mouth shut.
Draven soldiered on. “Did you ever have any interaction with Grand Moff Tarkin?”
“Excuse me?” she blurted out in shocked artlessness.
The entire room stared at her, waiting for an answer.
She almost wanted to laugh. What would a gutter rat like her have to do with Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin? “Of course not,” she finally said, providing a reply she thought should have been obvious.
“Did your father?”
“How would I know?” she snapped.
“You have no memories of him meeting with your father when you were a child?”
“This is absurd!” she scoffed.
“Jyn,” Mon Mothma said gently, “you’re not under suspicion. Please trust that there is a reason for these questions.”
Though she wanted to believe Mothma, Jyn also recognized she had very little recourse; refusing to answer her superiors’ questions could ultimately make her life much harder. “No,” she said, repressing her anger, “from what I personally remember, I never saw Tarkin with my father. When I was a child, I didn’t even know who Tarkin was, so if my father did have dealings with him, I didn’t know it.”
Draven looked to Mon Mothma who nodded once. He turned back to Jyn. “We have something we’d like to show you.”
Dread took hold of Jyn, tension blooming across her chest and abdomen; she fought to suppress the shaking that had started in her hands and shoulders. She knew in her gut she didn’t want to see whatever Draven had in store.
“It’s upsetting, so please prepare yourself.”
How? she thought. How do I prepare myself?
The holoprojector flared to life and a bluish hologram of Cassian appeared in the center of the table.
Jyn couldn’t keep a pitiable gasp from escaping her throat.
He hung from his wrists, bare feet hardly touching the floor. Blood ran down his face and arms while he struggled to breathe. Tarkin was at the rebel’s side, snarling into his ear, “What is the girl’s name?” Cassian could only gasp in pain. Tarkin brutally ripped the young man’s head back by his hair. “Her name. Now.”
Cassian was stretched so far back he could scarcely catch his breath. “I don’t…” His voice shook as he struggled to find the words. “I can’t…”
A death trooper stepped into the image, blocking most of Andor from view. Jyn saw the glint of an unsheathed blade in the trooper’s fist and she clasped a shaking hand over her mouth to keep in a sob. The trooper’s body hid his actions, but whatever he did made Cassian scream in a way that brought bile into Jyn’s throat.
“Tell me who the girl is,” Tarkin demanded again.
“¡No puedo!” Cassian suddenly shouted.
Surprise registered on the Grand Moff’s face. “What language is that?” he asked, turning to the IT-O interrogator droid.
“A derivative of Kenari.”
Tarkin grabbed Cassian’s jaw with his free hand and tightened his grip on the rebel’s hair with his other. “You will answer in Basic.”
A sound escaped Cassian’s throat that reminded Jyn of a whimpering puppy.
“Again,” Tarkin said to the death trooper.
“¡No!” Cassian writhed, twisting away from the blade. “¡Se llama Jyn Erso!” he choked out in a barely coherent slur. “Jyn…Jyn Erso.” His chest made a horrible wheezing sound.
Jyn squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that spilled down her cheeks.
When had she started crying?
She turned away as the hologram continued. She couldn’t watch anymore.
“Did you say Erso?” Tarkin’s voice had become intrigued. “Andor, answer me.”
Cassian only moaned.
Jyn ran from the room, bursting into the antechamber and vomiting into the nearest trashcan. She wiped her face and stumbled into the corridor gasping, moving away as fast as she could from the nightmare she’d just been forced to watch. No air reached her lungs despite how hard she heaved. She turned into a more secluded sub-corridor and pressed face-first into a corner, covering her head with her arms as her gasps finally turned into sobs. Her brain could not process what she’d just seen; instead, all the pain and fear she’d been carrying for Cassian suddenly began to suffocate her.
She had no notion of how long she stood there; her awareness was completely internal, overwhelmed by the storm swarming in her chest. Jyn had seen terrible things in her life, unthinkable things. And she’d been no stranger to the Empire’s cruelty—Wobani alone was enough evidence of their ruthlessness to last a lifetime. But seeing these realities collide in Cassian was more than she could stomach. Not because he was pure or irreproachable, but because he was so self-possessed, because he was strong and because he reached for others when they lost their grip. He found her in the crumbling temple on Jedha, guiding her to safety; he forced her to escape from Eadu when he could have easily left her behind; he appeared at the top of the citadel on Scarif even though he was so injured he could barely walk. Cassian always came back for her.
I let him down, she railed against herself. I wasn’t there when he needed me.
The thought of the Empire torturing him simply to learn her name made Jyn want to vomit again.
Her strength drained away, her nails digging into the wall to keep her upright, when she heard a confused voice.
“Jyn?”
Cassian stood a few paces behind her.
She tried to speak but a strange croak came out instead of words; she could do nothing but tremble and gulp for air.
He instantly closed the distance between them, cupping her cheek and stooping down. “What’s happened?” he asked, his eyes full of worry.
She was too ashamed to meet his gaze. Her body shuddered as tears continued to stream down her face. Her brain struggled to reconcile the broken man in the hologram with the strong friend who stood before her.
Cassian’s voice softened. “Jyn?” He lifted her chin; when their eyes met, she began to cry harder. She was clearly too upset to speak so he tucked her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. “I’ve got you,” he whispered—their secret comfort language.
She pressed her palms flat against his chest, desperate to feel him solidly under her hands as she breathed against his throat. “You’re OK,” she sniffled, trying to root herself in his flesh and blood.
He was not exactly certain what she meant, but his keen instincts gave him a pretty good idea. “I am,” he reassured her.
“Lieutenant?”
Jyn didn’t dare move. One of Draven’s aides stood nearby but she was too embarrassed to face him. “What is it?” she asked, her head still tucked into Cassian’s chest.
His voice was apologetic. “General Draven asks you to please return to the ready room.”
“Tell him I’m coming.” She tried to sound calmer than she felt. “I just need another moment.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The man turned and retreated up the corridor.
Cassian’s brain worked fast, connecting succedent data. “You already had your meeting with Draven?”
Jyn wrapped her fists into his jacket and held tight, fighting to get herself under control. “Technically, I’m still having it.”
He studied her, resting his lips on the top of her head—she smelled like warm amber and a rare flower, and Cassian was instantly reminded of falling asleep in her pillow last night.
“They showed you something,” he said quietly, “didn’t they?”
After a long pause she nodded.
“Something about you?”
When she nodded again, she felt Cassian’s chest contract under her hands.
“I’m sorry,” his voice was barely more than a whisper.
She finally forced herself to look him in the eye. His expression was full of guilt and she couldn’t stand it. “Don’t apologize to me,” she said firmly. “You did nothing wrong.” She hugged him tightly, pressing herself against his chest again, and he responded in kind, his arms encompassing her completely.
“I’m OK,” she whispered. “I’m OK.”
Cassian could tell Jyn was trying to convince herself.
“We’re OK.”
The PA system squawked and made them both jump. “Lieutenant Erso, please return to the ready room.”
“Wow,” Cassian snorted, “they really want you back.”
“Draven is a professional idiot,” Jyn muttered, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. She’d finally calmed and was trying to find a way of apologizing to Cassian.
He wanted to ask her questions, to find out exactly what upset her so deeply, but he couldn’t retrigger her, not when she clearly needed to command her emotions and get back to work. Instead, he placed his hand gently on her cheek before brushing some hair out of her eyelashes. “Come find me later.”
His touch soothed her further. She nodded her agreement. “As soon as I can get away.”
“You better go before they get mad.”
“They’re always mad,” Jyn scoffed as she let go of him.
He watched her disappear around the corner, flooded with a mix of emotions he found unsettling.
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By the time Jyn returned to the ready room she had managed to slam her emotions into submission. She stared at Draven with hard eyes.
“I’m sorry to spring that on you,” the general said with uncharacteristically blatant sympathy.
“Why show me at all?”
“We thought it important you see with your own eyes that you’ve been compromised.”
“That’s a bit of an extreme take, don’t you think? Being an Erso has always had its risks. The Empire knowing my name doesn’t change anything. I can still do my job.”
“You’re right, to an extent.” His chin jutted up, evaluating her reactions. “I wasn’t sure you’d take our word for it if we simply told you. You’re not exactly trusting.”
“You’re not exactly truthful.”
The general flashed a wry smile. “Point taken.” He instantly returned to business. “We showed you the hologram for a reason. I have an assignment for you. You’re not going to like it but you’re going to do it anyway.”
Why is he always such a bastard?
“I want you to analyze Andor’s interrogation. We showed you this small segment of footage firstly so it wouldn’t catch you off guard while you work, and secondly to make you aware of Tarkin’s fixation with you.”
Jyn stared at him for a long while, disgusted beyond words. “No,” she finally said. “I won’t do it.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
Mon Mothma waved a lithe hand at Draven to silence him. “It’s a horrible thing to ask of you,” she said gently, looking directly into Jyn’s eyes. “I know Cassian is your… friend. But that friendship also gives you insight the rest of us do not have. You can read his body language, understand small or private references; you might spot something the rest of us have missed.”
“I can’t,” Jyn replied, shaking her head and even taking a step back. “It feels like a betrayal of trust.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Draven offered. “You cannot discuss your analysis with Andor until we’ve reviewed it, but you don’t have to keep the nature of your assignment a secret from him.”
“Oh, really?” Jyn mocked. “And how is that conversation supposed to go?”
“You can check your sarcasm at the door, Erso,” Draven said, finally having enough of her attitude. “You’re an officer in the Rebel Alliance and these are your orders.”
“I don’t want to watch this,” she blurted out, unable to hide the desperation in her voice.
“No one wants to watch this,” he said sharply, silencing her. “Every person in this room has a connection with Andor. He’s a friend, a colleague, a team member. He’s a good man, and every last one of us hates this recording.”
Jyn didn’t doubt Draven’s sincerity.
“Your insights could help protect the Rebellion,” Mothma said. “There’s always a chance that a person under duress may inadvertently divulge information. We would like you to keep an eye out for anything potentially compromising, even if it’s small. No detail left unturned.”
“Plus,” Draven continued, “we would like your opinion on Tarkin’s fascination with you.”
“Isn’t it because my name is Erso?”
“Tarkin didn’t know your name until Andor revealed it. You’ll see in the recordings that he’s repeatedly hounded about your identity.”
Jyn’s brow pulled together. She really didn’t care about Tarkin; her real worry was what Cassian would think if he knew she was watching the most vulnerable moments of his life. “I don’t want this assignment,” she tried again to refuse. “You have far more qualified analysts right here.”
Draven reached the end of his compassion. “Either you do your job or we’re done. We won’t bother wasting resources by throwing you in the brig. I’ll kick you off this ship and you’ll never come back. Do we understand each other?”
Jyn knew that he really meant he’d separated her from Cassian and the rest of Rogue One. For a moment she considered calling the general’s bluff, but, in all honesty, she figured Draven would actually make good on his threat. She quickly decided disobeying orders wasn’t worth the risk of losing her found family.
“There’s a considerable amount of footage for you work through.” He turned to an aide. “Get her set up as soon as we’re done here.”
“You’re making me start straight away?” Jyn asked in disbelief. This day had not remotely gone how she’d hoped.
“The sooner you start, the sooner you finish. It’s going to take you days, so get going.”
She stared daggers at him but held her tongue. Jyn didn’t hate Draven; she knew he was doing his best in a nearly impossible job. But sometimes she really wanted to punch him in the face.
“That’ll be all,” he said with finality.
Draven’s aide came forward and led Jyn out of the room.
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END NOTES
NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE DIVIDE” - How will things be with Rogue One now that Jyn has started her horrible assignment?
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READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”
READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”
READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”
READ CHAPTER 6 “The Detritus”
READ CHAPTER 7 “The Salt”
READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”
READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”
REACH CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”
READ CHAPTER 11 “The Reprieve”
READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”
READ CHAPTER 13 “The Redemption”
READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”
READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”
READ CHAPTER 16 “The Rogues”
READ CHAPTER 17 “The Absolution”
READ CHAPTER 18 “The Reach”
READ CHAPTER 19 "The Hologram"
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"Why does she get a blaster and I don't?" "I know how to use it." "That's what I'm afraid of. Give it to me."
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The fact that cassian's fingers are still bloody from climbing the rock face after escaping Narkin 5... The attention to detail on this show makes me want to sob. Especially in this day and age of AI mediocrity, seeing something made with such care and artistry gives me hope.
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Why is this moment so sexy???
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