Regrouping
Apr. 2nd, 2017 12:38 pmSome would imagine a desert world cannot have seasons.
Some would be wrong.
They had come with the first night of plunging winter cold. They came with monsters with metal feet throwing fire, with orders muffled by static, with enough of an army that the Guardians hadn't so much been bested as over-run.
The new Governor was not interested in prisoners, especially not in a blind monk who developed a raspy cough after a fight to exhaustion and a few nights in a freezing cell.
Chirrut huddles in an alcove of the market, out of the thin wind that rises out of the desert. No one comes near him, out of fear of their new oppressors, but no one takes advantage of him either... he doesn't know if it is out of respect for what he was, or fear of a more immediate retribution.
He doesn't care much. The Force isn't speaking to him, he has no idea where the others are, and he feels a Hutt sat on him.
Some would be wrong.
They had come with the first night of plunging winter cold. They came with monsters with metal feet throwing fire, with orders muffled by static, with enough of an army that the Guardians hadn't so much been bested as over-run.
The new Governor was not interested in prisoners, especially not in a blind monk who developed a raspy cough after a fight to exhaustion and a few nights in a freezing cell.
Chirrut huddles in an alcove of the market, out of the thin wind that rises out of the desert. No one comes near him, out of fear of their new oppressors, but no one takes advantage of him either... he doesn't know if it is out of respect for what he was, or fear of a more immediate retribution.
He doesn't care much. The Force isn't speaking to him, he has no idea where the others are, and he feels a Hutt sat on him.
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Date: 2017-04-03 07:30 am (UTC)Besides. He still has so many who are lost who must be avenged.
"You do think of the most interesting outings." He agrees, his smile less bloodthirsty, but content.