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[idontneedluck]

Out by the shooting range, things have been changed, just a little, just for a little while. There are a series of heavily armored targets hovering down a long stretch of open ground, drifting slightly as they bob on their repulsors. There's a faint hum from each, barely audible against the sound of the breeze through the trees and the water in the lake.

At the firing line is Chirrut, standing tall and still, his ornate lightbow charged and ready in his hands.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

There's a sharp snap of sound and the smell of ozone, and the nearest of the targets spirals out of position as it is struck by a bolt of plasma.



(OOC: Have a blind man with heavy ordinance, nothing could go wrong here. Baze may wander into any and all threads. :D)

(OOC: Warning in the Galen thread for deeply inappropriate romance novels)

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[iprotectyou]

Baze tromps through the grass, his shoes making sucking sounds as the mud pulls on them. His tread is heavy, in contrast to his usual step, because Chirrut is armed and taking aim at targets.

"Chirrut!" Baze calls, once his friend lowers his weapon. The large man approaches with a severe expression. "I'm glad I found you. I have a serious question to ask you."

He pauses, to give his words the proper gravitas. "Why," Baze says, his tone deadpan, "did the rancor eat the Jedi's liver and leave the rest?"

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut cocks his head. No, the question doesn't seem any more sensible after mulling it over for a moment.

He points the lightbow down, hands safely away from the trigger.

"... Did you finish a batch of moonshine?"

[iprotectyou]

"No," Baze says, barely able to keep a straight face. "And the answer is: because the rancor only wanted a mid-Knight snack."

[cottoncandypink]

There's another noise amongst all the rest: something high pitched and... screaming? It might be screaming. Or it could be laughing and taunting. It's genuinely hard to tell.

"Kill it!" someone else shouts from a ways away, as the high pitched babbling gets closer to Chirrut.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut abruptly aims the lightbow down, pulling his hands away from the trigger. Generally, he's found, it's not exactly a good idea to go killing things just because someone said to.

Unless that someone is Baze.

...

Neither of the beings headed toward him are Baze.

[cottoncandypink]

The thing is fast, and manages to completely dodge Chirrut's shot. It's really fast. And now it's chatting and babbling at both of them as it zooms around, trying to avoid getting shot, or trapped in a box.

"Don't touch it! Just kill it!" Wilford shouts.

[last_kallig]

Sooner or later, Ibani finds her way to where Chirrut is practicing with his lightbow.

She's never seen one in use before, so there's an extra degree of fascination in watching Chirrut work.

"Hello, Chirrut!" she calls between shots. (He certainly knew she was in the vicinity long before, but that's not the point.)

[idontneedluck]

"Ibani, hello!" Chirrut calls cheerfully, his brilliant smile more on point than his opaque gaze as he half-turns to greet her. The lightbow is pointed down, safely away from his friend.

[last_kallig]

"It's good to see you," she adds, the smile on her face palpable in the Force. "I've never seen a weapon like that before."

[galen_erso]

There is one of two possible men, walking down a path from the forest with a bunch of green leaves in his hand.

Well, to Baze he might be one of two possible men. Chirrut most likely knows him apart in the Force.

[idontneedluck]

It's one man. Chirrut can't help it if people are fooled by an unreliable sense.

Chirrut steadfastly ignores this man. It seems the best course. For now, he has target-work to do.

[galen_erso]

That one man stops and watches Chirrut practice. Galen has seen the Guardians of the Whills in their heyday (or the last bit of it, at least) and wishes he had paid more attention to them than to the kyber.

[arkadia]

This is a weapon Eden's never seen before! And floating things! Cool.

Eden initially tries to get a good look from the trees, darting between them to the edge of the treeline, but that's not close enough by half, so he eventually, reluctantly drops down to the ground and walks over.

"What kind of weapon is that? Ooh, oh, oh, what's it power output like? How's accuracy, is there much drift?

Yeah, Eden's not going to bother to say hi or introduce himself before the barrage of questions. Manners are for squares, man.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut was already pausing, confused when Eden started over - he's never felt anything in the Force quite like that.

And then the questions start. It is like a child, the endless questions without pause or consideration. Chirrut waits, patiently, for the deluge to stop.

[arkadia]

It -- it takes a while. There are questions about who made the lightbow, then what the floating things are ("And wouldn't it be cool if the floating things had swords?"), then if everyone on Chirrut's world has weapons like that, and then, briefly, into totally unrelated things ("Why is the ground so wet and soft? It wasn't like this the last time I came out here!").

The questions do eventually stop, though, once Eden runs out of things to ask.

He scuffs a shoe against the ground slightly, testing the firmness of it, digging his toe into it.

Then, as an afterthought: "Oh, and hi. Hi."

[not_his_pa]

(OOC: If you're up for another thread.)

After making sure the horses are fine in the heat, William heads out to the firing range and then stops when he sees the man firing some sort of bow.

His boots crunch on the ground as he says and around him there's a smell of horses and leather, "Damn, good shot."

[idontneedluck]

The smells are not entirely unfamiliar - cow leather and horses he does not know from life, but their scents are common enough here in heaven. Chirrut lowers the lightbow, the heavy weapon rattling with the shift.

"Thank you, mister...?'

[electro_kinetic]

It's the feeling of what's going on outside, much less than the smell of ozone or the sound of air rushing in to fill a sudden superheated void, that draws Noriko out to watch. It's not derisive or ammunition to tease or anything, she's just not seen many people here (or anywhere, really) that have any sort of control past extremely tenuous over plasma energy or electrical current.

So she stops a good fifteen feet away from him, a bit behind and to the side, to see what's going on; she's barefoot because she can feel the planetary-like thrum of electromagnetic current better that way, and because it's a little more comfortable to crouch for long periods without shoes.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut pauses, and lowers his lightbow, his head cocked curiously.

"Noriko?"

[runningred]

There's a soft rumble coming down the road behind Chirrut as Jay comes in on the quieter of his bikes. He killed the engine when he spots the explosions.

"Hey Chirrut." He calls, shaking off his helmet. "Having fun?"

[idontneedluck]

"Hello Jay." Chirrut lowers his lightbow, pulling his hand away from the trigger. "Merely practicing, lest I become rusty."

[cutting_edgex23]

[ooc: I was out all day yesterday, but I really wanted to tag Chirrut with X. Is the post still open, or should I jump on him another time?]

[idontneedluck]

(ooc: Go for it! Replies may be slow until tonight, but the EP is open :D)

[cutting_edgex23]

X is very careful to make noise as she steps toward Chirrut, and begins speaking before she is too close.

It is good to be polite.

"Hello. Chirrut."

Beat.

"You are practicing? Or it is like meditation. With weapons."

[idontneedluck]

"Something like both, yes. Hello X." Chirrut smiles as he lowers his lightbow. "My weapons mater would be appalled at how far my standard has slipped."

His weapons master was frequently appalled at Chirrut, for various reasons.