Yavin IV

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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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"If I break my hand," Baze says, shaking out his fingers, "I'll take a breather from hitting people. I'll have to do the unthinkable and rely on you to hit them for me. I'm not looking forward to that, Chirrut, so I'll just not break my hand."

The soldier groans, and Baze presses his foot down to keep him from sitting up. "What do you think, Chirrut?" Baze says. "Are we done with these womp rats?"

[idontneedluck]

"..ear that, 'just not break my hand' he says. What do you think?" Chirrut is talking to his soldier-turned-comfortable-seat, who whimpers when poked. Chirrut grumbles and leaves off jabbing the man with his stick.

"Egh. I suppose we are. Do you think..." He stops, and cocks his head, ear toward the door.

"Um. Are... are you the two who came from Jedha with Captain Andor?" There's a rather bewildered-looking human rebel standing in the doorway, blinking at the pair of them.

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Baze steps off the soldier. "We are," Baze says, brushing his hands together. "Does Captain Andor need us?"

[idontneedluck]

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.

[iprotectyou]

Baze cups Chirrut's elbow and starts leading him to the shipyard again, bypassing the poor rebel along the way. "Then to Scarif we will go," Baze says, mirthful now that Chirrut has been cheered up. "Do you think we'll take the same ship?"

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"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."

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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.