[Rogue One] A Blue Robin's Tale

blue robin story

Bluebird Story

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Two crisp birdsong brought Baze back to reality.

He found himself standing in front of the church, the light from the fire making his eyes sore and sore.

"Chirrut"

He raised the walkie-talkie to his lips one last time, but still the only answer was the quiet rustle of electricity.He dropped his hand again, and the walkie-talkie fell on the gravel and cement.

He finally woke up in the cold November wind.It does no good to lie to yourself.

A piece of wood that should have been the door frame fell silently, smashing the scattered shards of stained glass even more.It was as if the flame had given it the right to deliver, and the church was thanking it in its own way.It is recalling its legendary and short life, and then it disassembles and reconstructs itself little by little, and disappears in the wind.

Baze took a step, then a shaky second.That throbbing red demon has never been more alluring.He felt the scorching heat and dryness against his face, and he saw several charred corpses lying peacefully on the nave floor, and he heard someone's voice in the fire calling him.The gash on his right leg tore at the corner of his mouth, but eventually he managed a forced smile.

The robin's song faded away.

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In the past, everyone believed that Jada was the safest place on the surface. Baze is no exception.

His party chased a pack of cunning blood-sucking brutes southward through unpopulated wastelands and abandoned mines.They had to wet their trouser legs and fight the group of monsters in the forest every day, recharge their energy in the morning, and huddle around a small campfire at night, but some people still could not avoid being dragged into the darkness, or When I let down my vigilance while peeing, I was bitten off my carotid artery.Soon they ran out of ammunition, but the number of enemies seemed unabated, so they had to give up and concentrate on playing the role of prey.

If anyone in this patchwork team feels fear or even despair, it will definitely not be Baze Malbus, although he did not expect any surprises from the group of boys and girls who grew up in Manhattan as.What's more, for a group of rookies who just graduated from the seminary, six out of fifteen people excluding the team leader survived, which is indeed a pretty good record.

By the time they finally helped each other out onto the asphalt, no one was clamoring for cheeseburgers anymore.Two military vehicles drove towards them, and several soldiers jumped out of the vehicles. Even the blood hunters recognized the patterns on their armbands, which were Jada's defenders.

None of the Bloodhunters had ever been to Jeddah, except for the oldest, Saw Gerrera.This veteran from the Middle East is like a father to the young Bloodhunters, and everyone listens to him in emergencies—even though he never went to seminary and never prayed. Baze didn't like being ordered around, so he was never ready to be friends with this old guy, he was stronger and knew how to kill more vampires, regardless of seniority, he should be the leader.

Of course, he didn't really say these words.That way he doesn't have to feel ashamed every time he almost loses his life because of recklessness but is saved by Saw.

The new visitors quickly pass blood tests at the gates.For the first time in so many days, they had the opportunity to relax their tense nerves, and everyone was in no mood to think about continuing to chase those vampires.There will only be more and more vampires, and they can never be killed. They are everywhere outside the wall.And for them, as long as they wiped out the previous ones, the task will be completed.

The sun was at its brightest when Baze came out of the hotel.Jeddah doesn't have as many high-rise buildings as New York—in fact, none.But the streets are much cleaner, and drivers can quickly pass through every traffic light without honking their horns.The residual heat of September is still like a nightmare reminder of what happened this summer. There are many people in blood hunting costumes walking quickly on the street, looking like they just killed someone or are about to do it, so everyone Make way for them.But sometimes they had to stand aside to make way for defenders trotting past in file.There are often trucks with the words "R2-D2" speeding past on the road. Baze raised his head, and the yellowed advertising cloth on the opposite building fluttered back and forth with the wind. Sometimes it bulged like a balloon, and sometimes it seemed to be soaked in sweat The shirt was taped to the building like "C-3PO" was illegible.A teenage girl next to her was hiding behind the curtains and peeking out quietly. She noticed Baze's gaze and quickly closed the curtains.

Obviously, what happened to any other large city happened to this holy city.

Baze originally wanted to find a bar that could satisfy his need for self-paralysis, but after turning countless corners, he suddenly found that even the way back had disappeared behind him.At the same time, he found that there was no building in this place that could be used as a landmark, and all the buildings, including the police station and the city hall, were of the same style.

The second time he stopped to find his way he realized that Jada didn't have a bar.

After a few more tries he was completely lost.

Asking passers-by for directions is not Baze's style, not to mention that he doesn't think anyone around him can give him the answers he wants.Perhaps sensing his annoyance, the bird boldly landed on his shoulder, spread its wings and stretched lazily.

"Okay." Baze sighed, and scratched its chin with two fingers, "What's your planB?"

The little sapphire-feathered creature had been with him since before he came into town, jumping up and down on the windowsill when he entered the house, chirping and hovering in the air as he walked the streets. Baze doesn't hate small animals, so when the bird flew into the air as if it really understood human speech, he followed.

The bird doesn't stop and wait, it flies in a definite direction as if following some smell or sound in the wind. Baze knows that many kinds of birds can always find their home direction, and nature has left countless clues for them that humans cannot perceive.Maybe this is just one of them.But it was flying too fast and in a hurry. Even as an excellent blood hunter, Baze still couldn't catch up with the small figure in the low sky, and could only let it disappear into the end of his field of vision in the blink of an eye.He stopped to catch his breath, and several passers-by laughed and squeezed past him.

Baze guessed he was headed in the right direction.He straightened up, and the road under his feet was wider than before.He took a few steps forward and noticed the fresh smell of earth and an unnamed spice in the air.

Jedah Cathedral is built on a high ground.Outside the door, a large area of ​​mobile shops that were simply made of iron sheets and cloth was squeezed in a place slightly lower, surrounded by people. Baze somewhat understood why there were so few people on the street before.Those shops hovered ugly on the potholed muddy ground, and even blocked the door of the church domineeringly.But obviously this gave the people in Jedah a sense of belonging, or a sense of security. They knew how to use the unique environment to create a swaddle for themselves, a place where no darkness and pain could enter.

Children were playing and fighting in the narrow alleys, and adults gathered together in groups to discuss something excitedly, and burst into sudden bursts of laughter from time to time.In Baze's view, all of this is abnormal, and in this era, everyone should worry about how to see the sun the next day.In the place where he came from, only soldiers and blood hunters dared to set foot on the streets. Occasionally, priests from the church would meet his eyes, but most of them had gloomy faces.

It's no wonder that people want to visit the Holy City for themselves, it may be the last place on the surface of the earth that anyone can think of to play.

Whatever it is, Baze thought, such an optimistic attitude towards life is not something he is capable of enjoying.He sat down behind an ironwork that looked like a dining table. The next table was a few drunks holding wine glasses. Their clothes were ragged, but it didn't prevent them from laughing happily.

When Baze lowered his head again, he found a plate of steaming paste in front of him.

"Hey." A brisk voice sounded behind him, and he turned to the left, only to find that figure had dexterously sat on his right.

Baze froze.

It was a young priest, his black uniform as spotless as any priest in a seminary.But what first attracted Baze was not the robe that symbolized his status, but the pair of eyes.

A layer of pale mist floated above those eyes, and two clusters of faint blue light shone beneath them.

"Your eyes." Baze said what was on his mind.

"I'm blind." The priest smiled generously, as if he had just heard a harmless joke.

Baze was at a loss for a while, but when he found that the other party was really not unhappy, he still let go of his heart.

"I never met you in Jada, where are you from?"

"New York."

"Oh! That's a good place." Baze couldn't help but glanced at those eyes again, surprised to find that there was a curious expression in them, "I've seen a few travelers from there before."

"Why don't you eat?" the priest asked again.His face was facing behind Baze, and at first Baze thought he was talking to someone else.

"you said I?"

"Yes, it's you."

"Thanks, I'm... um... not hungry."

"But only the hungry come here."

"I thought this was a tavern or something?"

The priest grinned openly this time, showing his white upper teeth.

"Jeda has no wine, my friend." As if he noticed Baze's gaze pointing at the "drinkers", he added: "Perhaps you prefer apple juice to wine? Everyone likes apple juice .”

Baze's face became hot instantly, but fortunately no one heard their conversation, and the one sitting in front of him was a blind man.

"Okay, that's okay." He went to his pockets with some embarrassment, but he searched all his pockets and couldn't find a dollar.

"No, forget it. I don't have any money with me for the time being."

He wondered what it was that made the always jovial priest laugh again.

"That's all right. This is the soup kitchen."

Baze saw the little blue bird come out from the priest's cuff, stand on his finger, and then lightly jump onto his shoulder.

"Oh, let me introduce you. This is my friend, Jyn."

TBC.