Perimeter Check

My joints clicked faintly as tension returned to my grip. I turned my helmet slightly, taking in the static figures around me. Grogu rested securely behind my right shoulder. Slowly, I lifted the blade held in my left hand, testing the balance of the edge. It obeyed without resistance. Beneath my right boot, the wooden surface remained solid and motionless. Perimeter is quiet. For now, I hold this position.