Baze scoops his friend up into his arms almost effortlessly, his thin frame made even thinner by hard times and lack of food lately. The larger man and former Guardian holsters his gun before standing up, pressing Chirrut's chest to Baze's.
"Sarai will help us," he says, running as fast as he can without jostling Chirrut. Baze bites his lower lip, ducking into an alcove to avoid a patrol of stormtroopers sent to investigate the altercation in the market. "Hang on, Chirrut. Just hang on."
Baze makes his way to the Blue Rose, shouldering the door open and calling for Sarai. "I need bacta patches, now!"
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Date: 2017-04-11 08:28 am (UTC)"Sarai will help us," he says, running as fast as he can without jostling Chirrut. Baze bites his lower lip, ducking into an alcove to avoid a patrol of stormtroopers sent to investigate the altercation in the market. "Hang on, Chirrut. Just hang on."
Baze makes his way to the Blue Rose, shouldering the door open and calling for Sarai. "I need bacta patches, now!"