rogue one: headcanon: chirrut imwe
WRITING THIS BEFORE IT ALL GETS JOSSED NEXT MONTH.
this was originally supposed to be, like, two paragaphs max. um.
I’ve always imagined that Chirrut had been brought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant as a baby or toddler. He grew up in the creche and trained with other younglings. (Canonically, Obi-wan is five years older than Chirrut, so maybe he had to help babysit him at some point.) He liked trying to prank Yoda, lbr.
But when he went to the Gathering - the ritual for all Jedi younglings where they travel to the Crystal Cave of Ilum and earn their own personal kyber crystal - he does not pass, technically. He conquers his fears, his failings, but… the crystals won’t shine for him. He can feel them - oh, how he can feel them! He’s always had a knack for that. But not a single one sings to say, “You are mine, and I am yours.”
He leaves, shame-faced, among his exuberant creche-mates
(He goes again and again every year, but the results are the same. Conquering his fears becomes harder.)
I don’t know if failing to find your crystal equals automatic failure in the Initiate Trials, but in any case, no one chooses Chirrut as a Padawan. He’s given a choice: serve the Jedi by joining the Service Corps, or leave the Order and, we ask, help others with what you’ve been taught.
“I will go home, Master Yoda,” says Chirrut, “to Jedha.”