That which surrounds us binds us In our connection to one all is connected This is the truth of the Force no more no less Life binds the living That which rises must fall and that which falls must rise From the first breath of the infant To the last breath of the aged We are one together Kiru Hali Sage of Uhnuhakka From Collected Poems Prayers and Meditations on the Force Edited by Kozem Pel Disciple of the Whills
CHAPTER 1 CHIRRUT ÎMWE Silvanie Phest said We require the assistance of a Guardian Chirrut Îmwe dropped his chin against his chest and smiled but said nothing Silvanie Phest's voice was a comfort to him a reminder of better days and hearing hearing her always gave him pleasure She was an Anomid one of a handful she had led from their homeworld of Yablari to Jedha Anomids had no vocal chords communicating communicating with one another through a sophisticated and terribly subtle combination of hand and body language that even were Chirrut not blind he would never have been able to follow Outside of the confines of her colony Silvanie therefore employed a vocoder to communicate and either through accident or intent the programming on the device had given her voice a 3
