Chirrut rises to his feet gracefully, twirling his stick back around.
"He means to go to Scarif." Like a clear bell tolling, he can sense the path of the Force again. The sense of purpose settles into his bones and brings a contented smile to his lips. "Whether they order him to or not." The rebel, startled, stares. Evidently the poor kid wasn't warned.
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Date: 2017-04-02 05:27 am (UTC)"He means to go to Scarif." Like a clear bell tolling, he can sense the path of the Force again. The sense of purpose settles into his bones and brings a contented smile to his lips. "Whether they order him to or not." The rebel, startled, stares. Evidently the poor kid wasn't warned.