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What Happens on Vega... 5/6
(Anonymous) 2016-08-08 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)I promise I didn't forget this story. While chapter 5 gave me a hard time, I started polishing the earlier chapters and posting on AO3. You can find it under http://archiveofourown.org/works/7502802 with the first three chapters up.
Without further ado, the last (real) chapter!
Chapter 5: Only Funny If It Happens to Someone Else
FN-2187 had it on good authority that Kylo Ren did not, in fact, kill General Hux that day.
Well, fine, he knew so because of General Hux’s daily speech on the Finalizer, though his voice sounded scratchy and weak and he broke down into coughing fits for days, so ‘87 would bet on a legitimate attempt having been made.
He also had it on good authority that there had been major property damage, though he wouldn’t learn the full extent of it until weeks later.
By the time he reported to Captain Phasma, the First Order troops were being rushed off-planet, and word was that Kylo Ren and Hux had already returned to the ship.
It looked like their hosts had been ever so slightly upset by the large-scale destruction an angry Kylo Ren unleashed.
True to his word, FN-2187 kept mum on the events of that night, even though he was more popular than ever before among the gossip-starved troops.
After a week it would have been like it had never happened if it weren’t for the ring ‘87 still wore under his white Stormtrooper gloves. He didn’t want to wonder why, but he didn’t like the thought of it being discovered, and confiscated, if his possessions were searched while he was on duty.
It would have been fine, except one day Captain Phasma asked to speak to him about his training results, and he caught a glance at his own file.
Marital status: Married.
Spouse: Kylo Ren (Knights of Ren)
‘87 could never figure out how he’d made it through the meeting without hyperventilating.
There was one thing he knew for sure: he needed answers.
There was only one person who could give him these answers: his husband.
Problem one was that FN-2187 was working on a tight schedule. Their bout on the Finalizer was nearly over, it’d be back to the training compound then and there’s no saying if he would run into Kylo Ren ever again.
Problem two was that you did not simply run into Kylo Ren, at least not when you were a simple cadet catching his first whiff of real Stormtrooper air. Getting to Ren would require everything he had been taught and more.
Problem three was that Ren would kill him for his trouble, but FN-2187 tried very hard not to think about problem three while he was still working on problem two.
A bad strategy, all things considered, but that didn’t occur to him until he stood in front of Kylo Ren’s door and waited for certain death. Well, okay, more like, he was waiting for the courage to ring the bell.
The door opened suddenly, and there was an intimidating swath of black in front of him, a growl of, “will you stop thinking so loudly?!” and then he found himself unceremoniously yanked into the room. Without Kylo Ren ever touching him at all.
Pinned against the now-closed door, ’87 gaped at Ren’s mask. Was it just him or did the mouthpiece really make it look astoundingly duck-like?
The strangled noise Ren made probably meant he’d heard that.
FN-2187 was so dead.
Ren yanked off the mask and snapped, “and would you stop the mindless panicking, too? You’re giving me a migraine.”
“It’d be easier not to panic if you weren’t going to kill me… sir? Lord Ren.” Kylo. He was probably supposed to call him Kylo, being married and everything. Or ‘sweetheart’ or whatever cute nicknames married people had for another. ‘87’s training hadn’t exactly prepared him for this scenario.
No, not sweetheart. Definitely not sweetheart, ’87 decided as he cringed under Ren’s glare, that would take a more suicidal trooper than him.
Ren put the helmet down on a table and sprawled in an armchair that looked incredibly uncomfortable even by First Order standards. ’87 didn’t miss that he hadn’t been invited to sit, or given permission to move at all. In a way he was glad for it; the more distance between him and his husband, the better. “I didn’t kill you yet, but I’m willing to reconsider.”
“Uh… that’s really not necessary?”
He should have never come.
Going by Ren’s snort, he agreed. “Why are you here?” Sprawled in that huge blocky armchair, so deceptively relaxed but with these disturbingly intense black eyes fixed on ’87, he looked like a predator waiting to pounce. Whatever animal he would be, it should have sleek and deceptively silky fur, and claws that could spill a man’s guts with a single swipe.
’87 gulped. He folded his hands in front of him and peered down at them. He shouldn’t have come. It wasn’t like Vega. Here he was just a trooper cadet, and Ren the Force user who skewered people like him for fun. Or that’s what Slip said anyway, that bloke in maintenance had told him that a droid in medical had heard from an officer that Ren liked to kill Stormtroopers just for fun when he got bored. Lined up a dozen and hacked them up, just like that. Mind you, Slip had also been convinced there was a zillo beast in the sewers under their training compound, but this one didn’t sound far-fetched at all.
“I’m waiting!”
‘87’s eyes widened when he realized Ren had raised his hand in that gesture that meant telekinesis. “Sorry! Sorry, I was just…” He shook his head. Damn it, he was a cadet of the First Order, and the best one Captain Phasma had seen in a long time. He wasn’t going to stammer and cower… at least not much. “I saw my file,” ’87 said, “and we’re still married.”
“I know.”
’87 swallowed down the indignant why didn’t you tell me? only because he realized that would presume Kylo Ren cared enough to keep him informed. He was just one Stormtrooper among many, he didn’t even warrant a name like the officers or Knights of Ren.
“Were you going to tell me?” he asked instead.
Ren remained silent for long moments, which ’87 took to mean no, and really, this entire trip was turning out to be a waste of time. He didn’t even know what he’d been hoping for. Then the man surprised him by pointing at the other chair and saying, “sit.”
Which was another bad habit of Ren, ‘sitting’ him, and that it was an improvement this time only showed how badly their talk was going. ’87 sat without a complaint, though he wondered why Ren even had a second chair. He couldn’t see him having guests over.
“Telling you wouldn’t have changed a thing. The Vegan government was ready to shoot us from the sky, there was no time to seek an annulment, and Hux thought it amusing to insist on truthful documentation in our own files. It’s just a line of code. It has no bearing on your life, or on mine.”
That was so utterly underwhelming. ’87 really didn’t know what he had expected, but he knew there had been something on Vega, prior to him learning Ren’s identity. It hadn’t been love at first sight, but it wasn’t all in his head either. But the moment ’87 learned his name he had grown so cold and curt as if ’87 was dealing with Captain Phasma or General Hux himself, not with who was said to be the most emotional person in the First Order.
“Okay,” ’87 said, though it wasn’t really okay. But the way Ren told it he didn’t leave a lot of room for argument.
Ren stood up and walked to his side, he rested his hand on ‘87’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “I wish you weren’t burdened with this.”
He had sounded gentle, but by the time ’87 looked up he was scowling again and retreating to pick up his helmet. “You have to leave. You have no clearance for this sector.”
’87 wilted. You couldn’t get kicked out more bluntly.
“Yes. Yes, I guess I should leave, I’ve got to be in my bunk if there’s a surprise inspection, and Slip will be wondering where I am.” He got up and walked towards the door, albeit slowly, irrationally still waiting for… Well, for Ren to give him something to show he wasn’t crazy and had made up the entire thing, really.
Ren didn’t say anything. He put on his helmet, and ’87 could have sworn he felt his eyes on him. It was uncomfortable.
FN-2187 couldn’t help feeling oddly let down as he left Kylo Ren’s quarters.
Two days later he was shipped back to the training compound.
He didn’t expect to see Kylo Ren ever again, and he didn’t. Not until Jakku.
The End (of a sort)
So here we are!
This chapter was hard since it deviates from the cracky humor of the prior ones, but I wanted to explore some harsh reality after the morning after. (And Kylo Ren's isolation being a self-fulfilling prophecy, but him shooting himself in the foot no matter what is kind of a given.) When I started this story I just wanted to write silliness, now I'm intrigued in what it'd take to make this ship work. Alas I have promised myself this fic won't turn into a monster bunny on me.
So this is where the story proper ends, next stop: TFA. There's an epilogue with the Resistance yet to come (and maybe a little reunion?)
Re: What Happens on Vega... 5/6
(Anonymous) 2016-08-10 01:05 am (UTC)(link)Re: What Happens on Vega... 5/6
(Anonymous) 2016-08-11 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)