Yavin IV

[idontneedluck]

The air outside the ship is so wet, at first Chirrut thinks that someone has draped a wet towel over his head. Eadu, or what little he encountered had been drivingly wet, but this is somehow more pervasive, almost a more alive sort of wetness.

It is also infinitely more chaotic, and he stops at the edge of the stolen shuttle's ramp to try and get his bearings. This proves... difficult. The echos are ridiculous here.

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[idontneedluck]

"I hope not, but I fear it is so." The sense he has of a low-level fear pervasive among the rebels does not encourage him to think they will suddenly find the will to take on this challenge. "It smells of Imperials. We should find Jyn."

[iprotectyou]

Baze squeezes Chirrut's arm. "Good idea," he says, guiding them to the ship. "Where we find Jyn, we'll find Cassian. And that obnoxious droid."

The sense of fear is something Baze doesn't quite pick up on consciously, but he bristles at the Alliance members running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut chuckles at Baze, his Baze, puffing up like a lothcat sprayed with water. They're almost to the hanger when he pauses, and then nods, pulling away to settle on a discarded shuttle engine drive.

"She will be here, soon enough." He states definitively, finding a comfortable perch in the piping of the engine

[iprotectyou]

"Then we wait," Baze says, leaning on the hull of the ship. He picks at his nails, going so far as to bite a hangnail nearly broken from those punches he threw.

If Scarif is where they're going, then Baze will gladly go. He's not sure why they're going to Scarif, or why the rebels won't go with them, but he's ready for any and all challenges--with Chirrut at his side. He looks forward to protecting his friend, come what may.