Chirrut could feel the energy around him, the living energy, the force moving between beings, and he found Baze at once, knew him instantly, as he always did when his connection was strong.

But there was a chill, and it wasn’t from his air, and it wasn’t from his friend.

Something was wrong.

“Baze Malbus,” Chirrut said.

“Gerrara’s men,” Baze said. “They’re taking the shuttle.”