Prompt B It was a strange place, almost as if it were an embodiment of the force. Emotions were a powerful thing, but there was nothing that Chirrut enjoyed more than a chance to relax and enjoy something warm to sip. Sitting in the tea house, there was a cup in front of him that he seemed to gradually sip from as he waited on those who might come to join in the calm.
“To be calm is to quiet the mind, but that does not mean we have to sit in silence you know.”
Prompt C [A voice comes across, somewhat faint and sounding almost as if chanting a mantra.]
I am one with the force, the force is with me.
[After a moment the voice become much clearer and more purposeful.]
It is not only the force that moves in strange ways here I sense. I have come across some interesting things as I have wandered around. Offers of a wonderful view and exploration of ruins. There is much life and activity around this place I seem, at least much more than I was expecting to find.
Ah but what is there for a blind man at the end of a long journey to do? Romantic views and races through mazes are not what I am accustomed to where I am from.
Prompt F Well he couldn’t simply sit around and do nothing. And by some turn of events he wound up in the field to help with the Yekar Wobbler, a bag in his hand as he ventured through the crops. Taking a moment to center himself and listen, he could hear them, could feel the air as they passed, and the bite and movement as they brushed past.
“It seems that they’re pests to more than just the crops. Perhaps if we find them a new home they won’t cause as many problems.”
As several approached, Chirrut opened the bag that he was holding and moved quickly; twisting his legs and turning his body as he caught them in the bag and the quickly held it shut.
Chirrut Îmwe | Star Wars: Rogue One
It was a strange place, almost as if it were an embodiment of the force. Emotions were a powerful thing, but there was nothing that Chirrut enjoyed more than a chance to relax and enjoy something warm to sip. Sitting in the tea house, there was a cup in front of him that he seemed to gradually sip from as he waited on those who might come to join in the calm.
“To be calm is to quiet the mind, but that does not mean we have to sit in silence you know.”
Prompt C
[A voice comes across, somewhat faint and sounding almost as if chanting a mantra.]
I am one with the force, the force is with me.
[After a moment the voice become much clearer and more purposeful.]
It is not only the force that moves in strange ways here I sense. I have come across some interesting things as I have wandered around. Offers of a wonderful view and exploration of ruins. There is much life and activity around this place I seem, at least much more than I was expecting to find.
Ah but what is there for a blind man at the end of a long journey to do? Romantic views and races through mazes are not what I am accustomed to where I am from.
Prompt F
Well he couldn’t simply sit around and do nothing. And by some turn of events he wound up in the field to help with the Yekar Wobbler, a bag in his hand as he ventured through the crops. Taking a moment to center himself and listen, he could hear them, could feel the air as they passed, and the bite and movement as they brushed past.
“It seems that they’re pests to more than just the crops. Perhaps if we find them a new home they won’t cause as many problems.”
As several approached, Chirrut opened the bag that he was holding and moved quickly; twisting his legs and turning his body as he caught them in the bag and the quickly held it shut.
“Are there many more?”