Waiting for Baze.
(I hope he likes the Blaster I found.)
“Chirrut, what are you doing?”
Chirrut smiled brightly hearing the gruff exasperated words. It was exactly the reaction Chirrut had been expecting, down to the small sigh that had preceded it. “I am waiting for you, my love! What else would I be doing?”
“And what is that?”
Chirrut knew Baze was indicating to the storm trooper Chirrut was sitting on, but instead he raised the blaster in his lap. “It’s a blaster, I thought you might like it.”
There was a paused, and then another sigh. The blaster was lifted from Chirrut’s hands and Chirrut’s smile spread into a grin as he listened to Baze look it over. “Where did you get the bows?”
“That is a trade secret,” Chirrut said with a nod. “Only those who are most wise can know the answer.”
A snort escaped Baze, and Chirrut slid his hand into the one Baze put in front of him, allowing Baze to help haul him to his feet. “You are ridiculous.”
“Am not.” Chirrut gave the storm trooper he had been using as a bench another hard kick to the ribs. He was not dead, but he would be incapacitated for a long time. “Come on, I want to stop by the markets before we go home.”
Baze only grunted his ascent, and Chirrut slid his walking staff out, leading Baze to the markets.
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