"... Six." Chirrut answers, with only a momentary hesitation. "Possibly seven, the echos nearest the far wall have always been problematic." Fiery stone chips fly past, sizzling as they go, when their sheltering pillar is splattered with blaster fire. Chirrut ignores them in favor of sliding his hands down Baze's arm until he finds blaster char, delicately delineating the size and scope of the injury.
"It should hold." He loathes, all in a moment, the professional distance in his voice as his training takes hold. He can't afford to show his horror at the wound, however. There's at least six people out there who are disturbing the peace of his home, and this... this is why there are Guardians.
Someone, unwary of the danger, drawn by the sound of blaster fire, runs into the courtyard. Chirrut's head comes up at the sound of footsteps, but he's a fraction too slow. A blaster barks across the courtyard, and the man drops. Chirrut gasps as if he were the one gut-shot instead. The Force, it seems, doesn't like sudden rents in its fabric.
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Date: 2017-04-05 05:55 am (UTC)"It should hold." He loathes, all in a moment, the professional distance in his voice as his training takes hold. He can't afford to show his horror at the wound, however. There's at least six people out there who are disturbing the peace of his home, and this... this is why there are Guardians.
Someone, unwary of the danger, drawn by the sound of blaster fire, runs into the courtyard. Chirrut's head comes up at the sound of footsteps, but he's a fraction too slow. A blaster barks across the courtyard, and the man drops. Chirrut gasps as if he were the one gut-shot instead. The Force, it seems, doesn't like sudden rents in its fabric.