A/N: Chirrut and Baze are reincarnated into new bodies. This takes place in our world in the year 2016. NOTE, Jared is going on the pronounciation of Baze and Chirrut from his dream. I think it would be entirely understandable for him to think they are saying "Babe and Chirup." He will be corrected.
Also, in this life, 'Baze' is a 24 year old black male named Jared, and 'Chirrut is a SEEING 23 year old Hispanic FAAB nonbinary person names Sofia. What? you actually think theyd both be reincarnated into asian male bodies with their old names? Sorry, Reincarnation isn't like that.

Jared sat upright, heart beating in anguish. "Gah! Fucking dream again." he muttered.

At age 24, he was getting tired of this shit. The same exact dream, every time. An Asian man, buzzed, wearing some kind of kimono or something, standing in front of a bunch of machinery. Bullets whizzing past and explosions going off. He knew that he loved the man (which was weird, he wasnt into dudes, not that that was bad, he just wasnt) and he watched as the man turned to him, weird ass blue eyes glowing with pride, and then an explosion went off, throwing the man to the side. In the dream, he'd always rush toward him, carrying a shit ton of armor or something and a giant ass gun, and ran to hold him, saying "Chirup, Chirup, I'm here, I'm here." The man, Chirup, he guessed- what kinda weird ass name was that- said "Babe. Follow the Force, and you will always find me."

AAAAAND that was the end.

He'd always wake up with a cold sweat, his heart feeling like someone had dumped it in ice. It had been an occasional dream as a child for as long as he could remember, but recently, it had become more common, until now it was every day.

He groaned and turned over, looking for some sleep.

"Hey Jared, wanna come with? The gangs going to see that new Star Wars Movie." His friend Kyle said through his mouth of chips.

"Dude, you know I don't do that dorky geek stuff." Jared said, pushing his friend away. "And can you at least try to chew first? No wonder you never get laid."

"Hey, I get laid, I just don't tell you about it. Anyway, I might get laid tonight. Stacie's is going. I might score with her."

"No fair, I called dibs first!" Jared said, laughing and pushing Kyle's shoulder.

"Then come with us. Come on, we can make fun of all the dweebs. Plus, there's a party afterward at Angela's crib."

"Alright, I'll go."

Jared waited in line, joking about all the dumb dorks in their little robes and swords, and really didn't expect to enjoy even one minute of it. Then, as Jen, or whatever her name was, was walking through the market, he saw him, the little Asian man from his dreams! He knew it was him. He was blind? Well, that explained the eyes. Then he watched this man kick the white armor guy's ass! Woah!

After that, he paid attention, watching the play between the big Asian guy, Babe, and the little one, Chirup. He felt a kinship to the big guy Babe, in a way he never had with any person, even in real life. He felt like he KNEW them, like he WAS them. And then, they were on the beach, and there was the machinery, and he saw Chirup walk out, and turn around... His belly turned to ice. 'No, don't die. No.' Yet Chirup did, and Babe ran, and he realized that HE was BABE. His dream, it had always been him and Chirup, He wept as he watched himself- no, Babe- fight against total odds, only to die while looking at his lover.

He didn't even hear his friends tease him about crying, didn't even remember the party. He was on autopilot, thinking about his- no, Babe's- death scenes. That night, he grabbed his computer, hoping to find something, anything about these two. He discovered that their names were ChirRUT and BaZe, not Chirup and Babe. He discovered that there was a shit ton of books and movies about this universe. He eventually came to a chat room for Rogue One fans, and began chatting with the fans. Most were dismissive once they realized he had never seen any of the other movies, and left him feeling dumb.

Just as he was about to get off, he got a private message from a person named "ForceofFaith"

ForceofFaith- You shouldn't let them make you feel dumb.
He paused and typed back.
Guest793125- I'm not feeling dumb. This site is dumb.
ForceofFaith- The people here don't take well to newcomers. We've been ignored and bullied for so long, it is only natural to fight against those outside our circles. I am Sofia. I too, am an outcast, though I have been a fan for nearly a decade.
Guest79315- Why are you an outcast? I'm Jared, btw.
ForceofFaith- Because, unlike most, I believe in the Force.
He paused. She believed in the Force? What the heck?
Guest79315- What, like you think your a Jedi?
ForceofFaith- No, I cannot access the Force, not even as much as Chirrut can. But I believe it exists. It is no less a valid belief than that of Christians or Muslims. We all beleive in things which can never be proven.
Guest79315- Well, I am an agnostic atheist, so while I don't believe in any higher power, I won't tell you that you are wrong. I believe that this life is all there is, so religion is all moot. Whatever helps you sleep at night.
ForceofFaith- Do you?
Guest79315- Do I what?
ForceofFaith- Believe that this life is all there is?
Jared felt like it held more meaning than a mere question, like his answer would change everything for him
Guest79315- Well, yeah. I mean, I can't prove it, so theres no use worrying about it.
There was a long pause then
ForceofFaith- Interesting. Well, I must get off. If ever you have questions about the movies, or you just want to talk, my email is 1withthe4c . Please feel free to message me.

With that, ForceofFaith got off. Jared stared at the line "ForceofFaith has signed off" for a long time before groaning and going to bed.