Baze doesn’t start repeating Chirrut’s chant when he dies, at least not quite.
Chirrut’s chant is “I am one with the Force and the Force is with me”. What Baze says “The Force is with me and I’m one with the Force”.
Reverse order.
And it’s not because he’s just picking it up where Chirrut left off, Chirrut is silent when Baze reaches him. Plus when he starts his suicide run after Chirrut is dead he says exactly the same thing: “The Force is with me and I’m one with the Force”.
Again, reverse order.
It made me think.
What if the chant was always two part, meant for two people to conduct? One saying “I am one with the Force and the Force is with me” and the other replying “The Force is with me and I’m one with the Force”.
Chirrut haven’t heard the second part in years, not since Baze lost his faith. He could he supposes find another partner for the chant but he doesn’t want to, it’s Baze or no one.
He still keeps his own part, his own faith are as strong as ever and he makes no demands that Baze say his part. It will genuinely from the man’s heart or not at all, but he can’t refuse that the loss pains him some times.
Hearing Chirrut’s chant sometimes annoys Baze, it reminds him of what he once had but lost. But he says nothing. Whatever he does or doesn’t believes these days he won’t take faith away from another. And he knows that Chirrut isn’t doing it to upset him, but because it means something to him. So he stays silent on the matter, though sometimes he wishes he could say it again.
And the last thing - the very last thing - that Chirrut hears in this world, as consciousness fades from his body is Baze’s heartfelt voice saying “The Force is with me and I’m one with the Force”.
theory: r2-d2, upon seeing Living Legend Luke Skywalker for the first time in a couple of decades, chases him all around the Resistance base, squealing with rage:You FUCKER you LEFT ME you JEDI PIECE OF SHITE you useless Jedi fuck come back here so I can fucking kill you –
He shocks him repeatedly, while Leia howls with laughter in the background
Anonymous asked: Can we talk about K-2SO OMG he is such a precious child and he is so rude and I love him
MY DEAR ASSHOLE ROBOT.
So here’s something K-2SO has never told Cassian: he remembers part of his time as an Imperial droid. Not much–certainly not enough to know what to tell a Stormtrooper where he’s taking some prisoners, thank you, Cassian. Just a few minutes, prior to the reboot.
He remembers [IDENTIFY: SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE] ticking over his visual scanner. He remembers [COMMAND: ELIMINATE], and advancing on the organic in the overlarge coat. He remembers the organic–[IDENTIFY: MALE, HUMANOID, YOUNG]–pressing his lips together and taking aim with a blaster.
He remembers cold.
Which is stupid, of course, droids don’t feel cold, K-2 is designed to survive the vacuum of space.
But still.
The next thing he remembers is powering on, and wondering why he was on the ground. And then, of course, he ran a full-system diagnostic because if there’s one thing Imperial droids aren’t meant to do, it’s wonder, so clearly there’s a glitch in his programming.
The diagnostic returned a report that all systems had been set to full default. K-2SO lay perfectly still and issued a command to his circuits. [IDENTIFY: BASE COMMAND STRUCTURE.]
The code was still chasing itself in circles in an ineffective system search when the organic gave him a gentle prod with his boot.
[IDENTIFY: SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE], his system reported.
[YES, THANK YOU], K-2SO thought. Thought. He was pretty sure that was a glitch too. The lack of memory base and base command set were definitely glitches. He should report himself for decommissioning.
“Hey!” the organic hissed.
“You have reprogrammed me,” K-2SO deduced slowly–slowly for a droid, which means that the organic probably thought he’d done it instantaneously.
“Yeah, so don’t shoot me for it. Can you get me into the hangar?”
“Why should I?” K-2SO asked, flat, and the organic blined at him for a long moment before he bared his teeth.
[IDENTIFY: MAMMALIAN PLEASURE RESPONSE], his system chirped.
[PLEASE BE QUIET, I AM THINKING], K-2SO said, and he liked this thinking thing. He also liked this liking-things thing. He didn’t want to be decommissioned, and wasn’t that a major system failure.
“How about ‘because in the Rebel Alliance we don’t decommission mouthy droids’?”
[PROBABILITY OF DECOMMISSIONING: 98.97%] K-2SO’s system reported clinically.
[SILENCE], he ordered.
“You shot me,” K-2SO observed, pulling himself upright. The organic was still baring his teeth–grinning.
“Yeah, but you were going to kill me,” he said with a sharp accent. “I’m Cassian.”
[IDENTIFY: ANDOR, CASSIAN; SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE; NUMBER EIGHT MOST WANTED–]
[S T O P] His system finally stopped chattering, and something in his coding gave an almost audible crack as it snapped.
“Why would you tell me that?”
“Because you’ve already decided to help me.” Cassian was grinning, grinning, and K-2SO was annoyed to find that he was right. “What’s your designation?”
“K-2SO,” he said. “And there is an 82.4% chance of our capture and mutual decommissioning.” If he had been organic, he would have stuttered–he did not plan to say that. Apparently that crack was the filter coding between his analytic systems and his vocoder.
Cassian shook his head. “I don’t want to know, K-2. Come on.”
imagine if finn could have had bodhi as his mentor the way rey has luke??
bodhi who defected from the empire?? who would know what it’s like to have that guilt with you?? but also the hope?? to be a better person????
i’ve been cheated of a great relationship
“Ah, Finn,” General Organa says as he enters the room. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is General Rook.”
Finn looks at the slight man next to her. He could be any age from forty to sixty-five, with salt-and-pepper hair and deep lines bracketing his mouth. His eyes are striking: big and dark and evaluating. “Sir,” Finn says, and salutes.
General Organa raises her eyebrows. “Bodhi Rook,” she says, as if that name should mean something to Finn.
Finn shrugs helplessly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know,” he says.
“Why would you?” Rook says. “It’s not the sort of story the First Order would have wanted circulating.” He steps closer to Finn and gives him a slow, measured once-over. “I was an Imperial pilot. I smuggled out the original Death Star plans before the Battle of Yavin.”
Finn stares.
“And I’ll be in charge of debriefing you,” Rook continues. And then he smiles, fierce and proud. “One traitor to another.”
