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[kestreldawn]

Jyn hasn't had the opportunity to use her blaster in what feels like years. What was once an extension of her arm has now become something of a relic, sitting on her nightstand, collecting dust. It's the first thing she sees in the morning, and the last thing she sees before another night of restless sleep. Dreams and nightmares full of worlds long-forgotten, faces and names of people she can no longer remember but seem familiar simultaneously. She always wakes up with a sheen of sweat covering her skin and a gasp, requiring more than a few moments to gather her senses and remember where she is. She's no longer hiding in the bunker, waiting for salvation. She's no longer fighting in the name of Gerrera. She's no longer running from shadows and demons, real and imaginary, to an unknown destination.

This morning is no different from the others. She wakes with a start, her heartbeat resounding in her head, her ears. Yet there is something different. Her eyes travel the familiar path to her dust-covered blaster but, instead of exhaling a forlorn sigh and going about her day, she reaches a tentative hand out towards it, as though moving too quickly or too brashly will shatter it completely. Her fingers skim the surface as they find their familiar place around the handle, the metal worn smooth from so many years of use. Her grip tightens, turning her knuckles white.

With a sense of urgency, she quickly changes out of her sweat-soaked sleeping garments and throws on a dusty, worn pair of trousers with a jacket and shirt in the same state of wear. She slips her feet into her trusted boots and quickly leaves. Her destination?

The Atomic Shooting Range.