OOM: Baze is So Done

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Baze has rarely been this frustrated. His gut tightens as he climbs the stairs to his and Chirrut's temple rooms. And there's no rhyme or reason for it. Bodhi apologized for being spiteful. So why is Baze all twisted up inside? Is it because Bodhi asked a favor--one that Baze doesn't want to do? He should have just said no... But Bodhi said the recording of Baze and Chirrut's impressions of Jyn were for Lyra, not just Galen.

He'll see what Chirrut says.

Baze palms open the lock, heart heavy as a stone in his chest.

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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut, avoiding the biting cold outside, is practicing slow forms in the center of the room. His movements are precise and careful, having learned early on that anything too vigorous could end up with his shin meeting the side of the bed.

He pauses mid-flow to cock his head at the sound of Baze entering.

"Baze? Are you alright?"

[iprotectyou]

"No," Baze says, wilting even as he shuts the door. There's no point in lying to a friend who can not only sense his moods in the Force, but knows him better than he knows himself. He starts to strip of his armor, finding the red carapace constricting rather than protective for once.

"Bodhi apologized. He was sincere, and I forgave him. But I'm still upset, and I don't know why. Do I not want to forgive him?"

Does that make Baze a bad person?

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut sidles up to Baze, avoiding the swing of the armor, and tsks when he feels how tightly wound Baze is.

"How can you decide anything when you're so worked up? Come on, off with this too." He plucks at the coveralls, before moving of to strip the blankets off the bed.

[iprotectyou]

Baze sniffles, and does as instructed, removing his jumpsuit and stepping out of it. He all but falls into the bed, resting his forehead on the pillows. His eyes are as tight as his gut.

"Bodhi asked for a favor," Baze says, turning his head so he can speak.

"He wants us to record our impressions of Jyn. For Galen. And... For Lyra, Galen's wife."

[idontneedluck]

"Oh, I wasn't aware Jyn's mother comes here." Chirrut notes as he kneels on the bed, warming the bottle of oil in his hands. "That must be awkward."

[iprotectyou]

"She doesn't," Baze says, twisting to better see his friend.

"She only came once, on the night when people were given costumes by Bar--remember when I was dressed up as that fluffy bear? Apparently the dead can visit on that night. I don't know what makes that night any different from any other night."

He sighs, closing his eyes.

"Bodhi wants us to give her a recording so she can find Jyn. I don't know how that will help."

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut considers the request while pouring some of the oil into his hands and setting the bottle aside.

"If it would help Jyn." Chirrut liked the poor girl, with her too-sharp edges. She wore armor even heavier than Baze's, but it couldn't hide the good heart beating underneath. "Though I do not know how it would. Perhaps we could leave them with Bar?"

[iprotectyou]

"You mean recording our impressions just for Lyra?" Baze says, blinking at his friend. Baze cracks a smile.

"Of course. There's no reason to record them for Galen. I can't believe that was even a question out of my mouth. Please forgive me."