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This one does not have a Certificate of Authenticity. I believe these came with a COA, but there was not one included in the box when it was purchased. A short story about Jyn from AI Earnest Hemingway: Yavin 4. Dust motes danced in Rebel HQ. Jyn, hunched over Death Star plans, a fire in her eyes. No soldier, but rebellion burned bright. Cassian, a captain with battle-etched eyes, stood silent, respect flickering. Hours bled together. Datapad an extension, the flickering screen her world. A breakthrough. A thermal exhaust port, a desperate chance. Jyn slammed the pad shut, her voice steady, "This is it." The plan: a gamble, a Hail Mary. No heroics, just a fight. Briefing short, stakes laid bare. Young pilots met her gaze, defiance burning bright. Jyn, alone, watched them launch. A weight on her shoulders, but she wouldn't falter. The wait. Doubt gnawed, but Jyn held firm. Then, a voice crackled, "There's a chance…" The screen erupted, a desperate fight. Silence. Then, one word, "Detonation." Relief flooded the control room. Jyn, tears stinging, sagged against the wall. They won. Bittersweet victory, the fight far from over. But under the cool night sky, Jyn, the reluctant soldier, felt a flicker of pride. Redemption, perhaps. The stars, once distant, winked in approval. Earnest Hemingway: Yavin 4. Dust motes danced in Rebel HQ. Jyn, hunched over Death Star plans, a fire in her eyes. No soldier, but rebellion burned bright. Cassian, a captain with battle-etched eyes, stood silent, respect flickering. Hours bled together. Datapad an extension, the flickering screen her world. A breakthrough. A thermal exhaust port, a desperate chance. Jyn slammed the pad shut, her voice steady, "This is it." The plan: a gamble, a Hail Mary. No heroics, just a fight. Briefing short, stakes laid bare. Young pilots met her gaze, defiance burning bright. Jyn, alone, watched them launch. A weight on her shoulders, but she wouldn't falter. The wait. Doubt gnawed, but Jyn held firm. Then, a voice crackled, "There's a chance…" The screen erupted, a desperate fight. Silence. Then, one word, "Detonation." Relief flooded the control room. Jyn, tears stinging, sagged against the wall. They won. Bittersweet victory, the fight far from over. But under the cool night sky, Jyn, the reluctant soldier, felt a flicker of pride. Redemption, perhaps. The stars, once distant, winked in approval.