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But this created its own set of problems.
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Troops on deployment needed to be supplied.
They needed water, and water was in short supply on Jedha.
The information hadnt been given out of the goodness of Denics heart.
Specifically, she wanted any weapons and ammunition that might be recovered.
This was fine by Baze.
Weapons and ammunition werent what he and Chirrut were after.
He waited until Chirrut was off the roof and down on the street before moving himself.
While Chirruts movements had flow, Bazes had direction.
There had been a time when such a jump wouldnt have given him even the slightest discomfort.
There had been a time when his faith in the Force had been as unshakable and constant as Chirruts.
He had been a younger man, then.
He drew himself back up to his full height and checked the E-5 in his hands.
The trade-off had come in two parts.
The first was its ammo capacity.
The weapon ate charges, and ate them quickly.
The second was that there was no longer a stun setting.
There was a time when this would have bothered him.
He had been a younger man, then, too.
These were Imperials, these were the people who had destroyed his city, his home.
He saw it in friends and strangers.
He saw it in hungry children in the streets, and hiding beneath the smile of Chirrut Imwe.
But he would not kill in anger, not if he could at all help it.
The Imperials made it very hard to commit to that, sometimes.
He drew himself back into the shadows, beneath the covered alleyway between two buildings.
The speeder lumbered into the street on Bazes right, swaying slightly beneath its load.
He pressed himself farther into the shadows, willed himself into stillness as the vehicle passed by.
Chirrut stood in front of the speeder, in the middle of the road.
Baze could hear the stormtroopers.
Move or well run you down, citizen.
My apologies, my apologies, Chirrut said.
He bent out of view, apparently searching the ground in front of him.
My stick, I seem to have dropped it.
You surprised me, you are on the street so late.
Baze settled the E-5 at his shoulder, exhaled half his air through his nose.
Insurgent tricks, the gunner said.
He pivoted the weapon down at Chirrut.
Baze fired four times.
