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It doesn't look like much, from the outside. It's just a cave in one of the mountains out back of MIlliways. But this one is, at least for Ibani, a way back to where she came from.

"This is where I came out," she says to Baze and Chirrut. "Once we're in the mines we'll have to go the long way around, you're too big to fit through the tunnels I usually use."

Date: 2017-06-04 06:55 am (UTC)
idontneedluck: (I am one with the force)
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Chirrut is grim-faced. He's still not over-enthused about this plan, but Baze promised, and he can find no way around it.

So he'll see it done to the best of his ability.

"Just be careful, little one."

Date: 2017-06-04 07:33 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze aiming a bazooka cannon with a red tint (welcome to the gun show)
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"Yes, please," Baze says, tense because Chirrut is. The larger man holds his staff in a white-knuckled grip. "We'll be right behind you."

Date: 2017-06-04 03:18 pm (UTC)
idontneedluck: (I am one with the force)
From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut sucks in a quick breath when the crystals sing, momentarily distorting his sense of space. It isn't as overwhelming as walking into a Kyber cave, but he settles a hand on Baze's shoulder for balance.

Date: 2017-06-04 10:21 pm (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze looking off to the side, wrinkling his nose (how about no)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Baze pats Chirrut's hand, letting the smaller man know that the larger one is there for him. The older Guardian returns his grip to his staff, peering into the darkness and trying to make out Ibani's slight form. Baze is primed to attack, ready for anything. He trusts Ibani and Chirrut both, and is prepared to guard their backs just like Chirrut is prepared to guard his and Ibani's.

The fact that Baze accidentally promised she could go back--and what a stupid idea that was--is not lost on him. He knows Chirrut is only going along with it because Baze promised, and he regrets allowing her to come. Still, they might be lost in these caves without her, so he grudgingly lets her lead. "A light will be useful," Baze whispers, belatedly. "I can hardly see anything."

Cue Chirrut making fun of him--if he's not too tense to do so.

Date: 2017-06-05 04:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
"Oooooh nooooo, what a tragedy." Chirrut murmurs in Baze's ear before Ibani stops. He's still not at all happy about this course, but he is set on the path now - stewing in unfocused anger will only distract him. When Ibani freezes he does as well, listening to her report, and the soft sound of footsteps coming in their direction.

Gently, so gently, he pushes her back behind him. When the footsteps come within range, Chirrut steps out to meet them, not a trace of fear in his sure movements.

Date: 2017-06-05 04:39 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze smiling the tiniest bit (why hello there)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Even with their thick Guardian robes which protect against the mercurial weather of Jedha, Baze is cold on Ilum. He's already upset by the fact that Ibani was clothed in little more than a ragged shift when they first met her, which means the rest of the child slaves will be dressed in tattered clothes that barely protect from the elements as well. He doesn't know what Ibani thinks of her new clothes, but he hopes she likes them--and hopes even more that she's warmer than he is.

He is pleased, however, by the fact that there's light in the tunnels ahead, so he's not in danger of tripping. He's even more pleased by the fact that the guards did not remotely expect him and Chirrut, and go down in short order with concussions and broken ribs each. Baze suspects the slaves will finish them off if the internal bleeding doesn't.

"Ibani?" Baze whispers. "You can come out now."

Date: 2017-06-05 04:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
"Once we've put some proper weight on you, yes." Chirrut agrees, his mood somewhat improved by ruining the days of these guards. He plans on making her as competent as anyone in the temple... moreso if she has the knack for it. "So no skimping on the vegetables when we get home."

Date: 2017-06-05 05:14 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze looking off to the side, wrinkling his nose (how about no)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Oh, Chirrut. Such a dad.

The guards' comms start buzzing, and Baze crouches next to the two downed bastards. He plucks up each of the comlinks, sets them gently on the floor, and grinds them under his boot.

"I suspect we only have a few minutes until they realize what happened," Baze says, spitting on the floor next to one of the guard's heads. "So we have to move. Ibani, which direction do we go in?"
Edited Date: 2017-06-05 05:47 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-06-06 06:53 am (UTC)
idontneedluck: (I don't need luck)
From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
"Right it is, then." Chirrut is easier going now that the fighting has started, the path of the Force clearer for him to follow. He whistles thinly between his teeth as he wanders of in that direction.

Date: 2017-06-07 05:24 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze smiling (smile)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Baze is beyond pleased that his friend is feeling better about the plan. It wasn't a bad plan, all things considered, but Baze did regret that Chirrut didn't like it.

Baze, too, travels to the right, picking his way amongst the stone floor and hefting his staff, on guard for... well... guards.

Date: 2017-06-08 06:07 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut was very confused about who they're supposed to be sneaking up on. He didn't sign up for sneaking. He signed up for breaking heads in.

Which is what he takes off to do, snarling viciously as he charges, when he hears the collar, feels the echos of remembered pain. There's a lot of things he's prepared to withstand, but this is not one of them.

Date: 2017-06-08 06:16 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze looking off to the side, wrinkling his nose (how about no)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Like Chirrut, Baze hears the collar go off. He also hears the cry of the wounded child. And, like Chirrut, Baze charges in snarling.

Baze bashes his staff into the skull of the guard Chirrut doesn't engage with. Baze's guard, who barely had time to raise his blaster, crumples in a heap. The large man grounds his staff into the Kamarian's thorax, crushing its exoskeleton into pulp. Baze whips his staff to the side, cleaning the blood off of it.

He shifts on his feet, hearing the gasps of children behind him. His pack of bacta patches and antiseptic wipes feels heavy on his back, but he's glad he has it.

"We're here to help you," Baze says as he turns to the slaves, raising his free hand in a placating gesture. "Ibani, tell them."

Date: 2017-06-08 05:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut likes this boy, knowing what goes behind that sort of attitude.

"Well, if you don't mind further favors, I'm sure my friend Baze here has a key for your collars. If you're tired of that sort of jewellery." Chirrut drawls, leaning on his staff.

Date: 2017-06-08 06:23 pm (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze giving someone an incredulous look, furrowing his brow (are you serious)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
"I do," Baze says, shooting Chirrut a look he can't see. "But I think we should take out the other six guards and Skavak before we start in on the collars. I'd like to have all the slaves freed at once."

Baze knows that their skin under their collars will tear once he removes the "jewelry," and he plans on giving each of the kids just as ruthless a cleaning as he gave Ibani. It's the reason he brought so many bacta patches and wipes.

"Tryken, stay here with the others. We'll free the rest. Ibani, where to now?"

Date: 2017-06-09 04:23 am (UTC)
idontneedluck: (I don't need luck)
From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut is impatient and wants the collars of posthaste - they're cruel and offensive and could take someone's head off.

But he supposes they can go beat up some more guards first. They certainly have it coming.

"They're also..." Chirrut adds in a few words in Jedhan, from his street days, that adequately fill whatever gaps the Huttese left. "Remember that one."

He sighs and twirls his staff up onto his shoulder.

"Back to work it seems. Don't wander off too far."

Date: 2017-06-09 05:24 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze Malbus holding his heavy repeater rifle and raising his brows (I think not)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Baze manages a smile for Tryken's joke--well, that's new, Chirrut is normally the one pulling it!--and then turns to Ibani. "Good, that's where we'll hide you. I don't want you to be"--in the way, but that's a cruel thing to say to a child--"part of any combat yet. You're untrained, and it would be dangerous for you."

Baze travels down the corridor at speed, ready to face the last seven obstacles in their path. He expects Chirrut to keep up--and Ibani to catch up--when he stops, peering around the edge of the chamber into the main compound.

"There they are, all six. They're all clustered around a transport ship at the very end of the chamber, slightly to the left," Baze whispers to Chirrut. "You take three, I take three?"

Date: 2017-06-10 03:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
They probably notice when Chirrut clocks one of them over the head. Well. Most of them notice. That one guard isn't going to notice anything ever again.

Date: 2017-06-10 03:42 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze aiming a bazooka cannon with a red tint (welcome to the gun show)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
The guards do notice, and draw their blasters. One of them manages to get a shot off at Baze, which strikes him in the arm as he charges in. He doesn't even feel it. The other two shots, he has the presence of mind to dodge even as he sees red.

He moves like a whirlwind, spinning his staff and smashing it into wrists and ribs and kneecaps and--most importantly--heads. Baze is liquid grace, and the guards--incompetent at best to begin with--can't keep up with his or Chirrut's unified assault. Three fall, then numbers four, five, and six quickly follow.
Edited Date: 2017-06-10 03:42 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-06-10 04:17 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze looking off to the side, wrinkling his nose (how about no)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
She didn't even scream. Baze is so proud of her.

Unfortunately, though, she has been caught. This is... less than ideal. Baze bares his teeth at Skavak. The other forty or so slaves in the room--mostly children--have stopped their work and are staring uneasily at the unfolding situation. Baze feels their eyes on him, and hopes he doesn't let them down.

"Chirrut, he's got a blaster pointed at her head," Baze says, whipping his staff out in front of his friend to keep him from going on the warpath. "What do you want, Skavak?"

Date: 2017-06-10 04:23 am (UTC)
idontneedluck: (Yea though I walk through the valley)
From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut stills immediately. If murderous intentions alone could kill, the man would be dead a hundred times over already. He doesn't have a way to bridge the distance instantly, doesn't have his bowcaster (or time to aim it)...

Quietly, slowly, he eases away from Baze, hoping to give Ibani's captor a few too many directions to focus on.

Date: 2017-06-10 04:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut immediately drops his staff, and kneels.

"Done." Chirrut has no idea what would lie in store for him if he makes this deal, but he's lived a good life. A long one by some standards - longer than he would have as a street rat. "Just hand her over to my friend, and I'll go where-ever you want."

Date: 2017-06-10 04:46 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze Malbus holding his heavy repeater rifle and raising his brows (I think not)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Baze is torn. On the one hand, Chirrut is his friend, and Baze is loathe to give up his friend, even for Ibani. On the other hand, Chirrut can handle himself, as long as he has his staff.

But then Chirrut's staff clatters to the ground, and he's kneeling and saying "Done"--and Baze's heart thuds in his ears. He can't even hear what his friend says next.

"Chirrut," Baze says, in a small voice he can barely hear. He doesn't say "no," as much as he wants to. He wouldn't do that to Ibani--and this is Chirrut's decision besides. Baze just wishes he didn't give up his staff.

"Bring her here," Baze says, grounding his staff. He has no intention of giving his up.

The Twi'lek didn't escape his attention, either. He hopes beyond hope that she doesn't do anything foolish, but he doesn't want to point her out to Skavak.

Date: 2017-06-10 04:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
"Don't hurt her!" Chirrut snaps, ice-cold despite his apparent surrender. "I won't accept a trade if you persist in beating her."

Then he sighs, because he can feel Baze's rage and denial. He wishes he hadn't added to that, but he doesn't know another way around.

"Baze, do you see a collar free?"

Date: 2017-06-10 05:08 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze running away from an explosion (only cool guys walk away)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Baze is about to lunge at Skavak, muscles tense, when Chirrut's snap stops the large Guardian. He grits his teeth, and looks around at Chirrut's question.

"No," Baze says, and locks eyes with one of the adults in the room. Fishing in his pocket for the key, he crosses to her. "I'm going to take off your collar now."

He waits until she nods to unlock it. Baze is careful--ever so careful--in removing it, but her skin still tears, and the smell of infection fills the cold cave. She whimpers. He ignores her.

While wiping the blood and pus off the filthy, detestable collar on his robes, Baze stalks to Chirrut. "I'm sorry, my friend," Baze says, tears welling in his eyes.

He closes the collar around Chirrut's neck, stifling a sob.
Edited Date: 2017-06-10 05:12 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-06-10 05:29 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze aiming a bazooka cannon with a red tint (welcome to the gun show)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Baze sees this happen, and can hardly believe it. He's stunned--until he hears Ibani's first gasping cry, sees the sobs wrack her too-thin body. He shakes himself, and turns to the stunned Chirrut, who still reels from the massive shift in the Force.

Baze moves fast. First, he unlocks the collar he'd fastened around Chirrut's throat. Then Baze wraps his arms around his friend, squeezing him tightly and burying the larger Guardian's nose in the smaller one's hair. Then Baze steps back, one hand on his shoulder, and decks the ever loving shit out of him.

"You son of a bitch! Don't you ever do that to me again!" Baze screams, spittle flying from his lips as he looms over the prone Chirrut. "Now go comfort Ibani. We don't have time for you to be a martyr anymore."

Date: 2017-06-10 05:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut gingerly checks his jaw, wincing. Since his jaw isn't actually broken or out of place, he knows Baze pulled that punch.

"I love you too." Chirrut smiles, carefully, crookedly, his words precise and spoken with a great level of care. Then he picks himself up, a half-staggering movement, to go gather Ibani into his arms.

Date: 2017-06-10 05:44 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze smiling the tiniest bit (why hello there)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
Baze wipes his tears off on the back of his hand, and galvanizes himself into action. He sets the collar down on the floor carefully, and turns to smile at the slaves.

"You, what's your name?" Baze says, gesturing at the slave whose collar he removed. He sets his staff on the ground, and shifts the pack of bacta patches off his back to his front.

"Yula," she mumbles, shaking herself. "Yula Messerna."

"All right, Yula," Baze says, still smiling, "I need you to check Skavak's body for the keys to the ration lockers. Can you do that? And I want you to gather as many of those protein bars as you can, and bring them here."

She nods, and darts over to Skavak's body, fishing around for the keys once she reaches him.

Next, Baze gestures to the room at large. "Anyone who wants their collar removed, come see me."

Date: 2017-06-10 05:48 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut wouldn't care if she was covered in Hutt slime - she's here, she's alive, and it's over. He hums as he rocks Ibani, something slow and repetitive, carding his fingers through her still too-brittle hair.

She's here.

She's alive.

Chirrut is content.

Date: 2017-06-10 06:02 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze tilting his head back and laughing (hahaha)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
"Sorry to hear that, Tryken," Baze says, offering him a protein bar. "We'll get these collars off as soon as we can. Just be patient. We have time, now. Line up."

Baze is meticulous in cleaning the necks of the former slaves who want their "jewelry" removed, starting with the youngest children first. Each child that approaches him gets a happy, chattering man, who offers them a protein bar and learns their name. The work is exhausting--emotionally and otherwise; Baze keeps up the content babble just so he won't cry--but he doesn't stop for an instant, recruiting the other adults to help clean necks.

Wipe, wipe, dispose of the antiseptic wipe. There are over fifty slaves. Baze prays to the Force that he brought enough wipes and bacta patches.

Occasionally, he glances to Ibani and Chirrut.

Date: 2017-06-10 06:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut can feel Baze's pain, and knows that eventually he'll have to comfort two people instead of one. That's fine, as long as he gets a shower somewhere in there to scrub the feel of the collar off his skin, he'll be fine.

Calmly he keeps rubbing her back, rocking her - she's still so skinny, her bones awkward angles under cloth.

Date: 2017-06-10 06:26 am (UTC)
iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze smiling (smile)
From: [personal profile] iprotectyou
"That's a great idea, Tryken," Baze says, his voice scratchy from keeping up the reassuring jabbering. He claps a firm hand on the boy's skinny shoulder, offering him a squeeze. "Go search Skavak, see if you can find these codes."

The large Guardian is tempted to kick the pile of collars as he stands, but he doesn't want to blow his foot off. He wobbles a little on his feet, completely drained from bottling his tears during the exhausting process of cleaning infection from bloody neck wounds. He removes his gloves, leaving them with the pile of dirty wipes.

He staggers to Ibani and Chirrut, kneeling beside them. Baze takes Ibani's hand in one of his, pressing the last wipe into Chirrut's, so the poor man can clean off his neck.

Date: 2017-06-10 06:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut pulls Baze in, pressing a (probably messy) kiss against Baze's forehead.

"Yes, little one, you did." He doesn't add that the slaver richly deserved it, and it was a quicker death than Chirrut was in the mood to deal out. Those aren't the thoughts one gives to a child.

Date: 2017-06-10 06:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] idontneedluck
Chirrut could cry for her lost innocence, but that was probably a murder that happened years ago. Instead he awkwardly wipes the worst of the slime off his neck, and holds Ibani a little tighter.

"Let's go home."
Edited Date: 2017-08-12 02:26 am (UTC)

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