JYN GAZED OUT at most of the people who’d decided to join her—including Cassian, Baze, and Chirrut—in their insane attempt to put an end to the Death Star and the Empire’s plans for it. There were more than two dozen of them packed into the ship’s bay with her—plus Bodhi and K-2SO up in the cockpit—all ready to lay down their lives because they believed in what she’d told the Alliance high command about her father’s message.

Scratch that. They were there because they believed in the Rebellion.

“We’re landing,” Cassian said to her as he rejoined them from the cockpit. “We’re coming in!” he added to the rest.

He looked to Jyn, and she realized he wanted her to say something. She’d never been much of a public speaker. She’d never had much that she felt strongly enough about.

Until now.

She looked directly at the rest of them and spoke.

“Saw Gerrera used to say, ‘One fighter with a sharp stick and nothing left to lose can take the day.’” She swallowed hard at the thought of the man who had raised her for a time, now gone.

“They have no idea we’re coming. They have no reason to expect us. If we can make it to the ground, we’ll take the next chance. And the next. On and on until we win or the chances are spent.

“The Death Star plans are down there. Cassian, Kay-Tu, and I will find them. We’ll find a way to find them.”

She looked to Cassian to take over from there. While she might be the spark that lit the fire, she was no commander.

Cassian barked out his orders. “Melshi, Pao, Baze, Chirrut. You’ll take the main squad, move east, and get wide of the ship. Find a position between here and the tower.

“Once you get to the best spot, light the place up. Make ten men feel like a hundred. And get those troopers away from us.”

“What should I do?” Bodhi asked from the cockpit.

“Keep the engine running,” Cassian said. “You’re our only way out of here.”

Jyn nodded her thanks to Cassian, and he responded in kind. They were about to triumph together or die together. They had to be ready for it either way.

As they landed, Jyn climbed up to the cockpit again to peer out the viewport. She spied four people walking their way: an Imperial officer, two stormtroopers, and a guard.

Over the ship’s comm, she heard the guard’s voice. “Cargo shuttle SW-0608, be prepared to receive inspection team.”

Jyn scrambled back down into the bay and saw that the others had already cleared out into the cargo area underneath the passenger section. She slipped through the hatch and joined them.

“Ready?” she asked.

They all nodded back at her. Baze took the spot closest to the hatch and waited.

She heard the door to the cargo shuttle lower, and the inspection team marched in. Bodhi went down to greet them.

“Hello,” the inspection officer said.

“Hey.” Bodhi was trying to act casual, but Jyn could hear a tremor in his voice. “You’re probably looking for a manifest.”

“That would be helpful,” the inspection officer said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s just down here.” Bodhi pointed at the hatch.

When they opened the hatch, Baze pointed his rifle up at the inspection team. At the same time, Bodhi pulled his blaster on them, too. Once they saw how many warriors stood there ready to kill them, they surrendered.

The rebels stripped the inspectors and tied them up. While Jyn and Cassian put the stolen uniforms on over their clothes, their prisoners were taken into the cargo bay and stashed there. Meanwhile, Bodhi returned to the ship’s controls.

As Jyn emerged in her new outfit, Baze gave her a gentle touch on the arm. “Good luck, little sister.”

She could only smile at the hope that gesture gave her in the face of such overwhelming odds.

Up above, Bodhi watched out the window until no one outside was looking at the cargo shuttle. Then he shouted back down into the bay, “Go! Now! You’re clear!”

Most of the rebels charged out of the ship. Five of them stayed behind with Bodhi.

Once most of the group was gone, Jyn, Cassian, and K-2SO marched out of the ship in clear daylight. Anyone who spotted them might think they were an Imperial inspection team leaving the cargo shuttle after doing their jobs.

It seemed to be working. So far.

All Jyn could think about was what Baze had said to her. Luck? They were going to need it.