Any mistakes are mostly due to me being exhausted af right now and having read through this so many times. I have more and will post it tomorrow probably, when it's not 3am.
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She thought it was a hallucination at first.
She blinked a few times, positive that her meditation was just working too well, or that she wasn't getting enough oxygen in the dense pine forest on this newly acquired base the resistance had decided to call home. Something, anything, to explain why there were three children – a young boy of maybe three, another maybe a year older with a shock of shaggy red hair, and a girl that's maybe nine, standing ramrod straight – in front of her where there previously was no one.
She stares at them all, open mouthed, until Chewbacca exited the backdoor of the barracks that almost no one used, all of twenty feet away. All four pairs of eyes were instantly on him.
“Uncle Chewie!” the littlest boy cried, running for the wookiee. Rey watched as he hugged his legs, while Chewbacca let out a confused noise. His hand rested on the top of his head but he refused to pick him up, despite his whining.
It was then, of course, that the General followed after him, stopping dead in her tracks when she recognized just who that little boy was.
“Momma,” He calls, “Momma, uppy.”
She picked him up, her hands trembling so badly Rey could see them from her perch on her rock.
“Momma,” Ben Solo whines, looking at her, “Where's Dada? I don't feel him.”
In that moment, Leia Organa, General of the resistance, a woman who Rey knew as always composed in front of everyone, looked truly terrified.
“Shit.”
“Phasma. Designation DI-7341. Age Nine and a half.”
“Brendol Hux Junior, General,” Hux looks a little sheepish, “I don't have a designation yet. I'm only four and won't start the academy until next year.”
“That's fine, Brendol, really,” The General shoots him a smile, “we know quite a bit about you already. I'm just making sure you match with our medical readings.”
“Yes, since we have apparently regressed in age and memories and come to the hands of the resistance without any sort of reason.”
“Do we know if it's not a separate timeline?” Rey asks, “Maybe they're just here from an alternate reality?”
“There's no way of knowing yet,” Luke says firmly, “I feel like there would be more of a disturbance than just having Ben so close if they were, but there's no way of knowing if they're from another plane of existence until we see if we can get some sort of info out of the First Order.”
It's then that Finn bounds in like an overeager puppy, Poe at his heels.
“Poe wanted to come when he heard. The whole base is talking.”
“I should have expected it, as he never allows you to go anywhere without him.”
Finn doesn't do anything, not even blush, because his eyes have caught on the the corner of the room.
“Is that really...?”
He gestures to Ben, who's dozing lightly on Chewbacca's shoulder, his tiny body tucked along his lap.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don't know,” Rey admits, “One minute I was meditating and the next they were there.”
“What the hell. And these two are...”
“Hux and Phasma. That's why I needed you, I figured if anyone can tell us something about them as children, it would be you.”
Finn shrugs, “Phasma was my Captain, but Hux was a General, and frankly, Ma'am, we weren't nearly as cuddly with our officers as you guys are. I know no more than you do about their childhoods, except that Phasma's was probably a lot like mine. And you already have all the info on that on file.”
“I was your Captain?” Phasma asks, interested, “How are you here, then?”
“I defected. Had to save the best damn pilot in the resistance, didn't I?”
“Impossible. The Commandant's methods eliminate all desire to defect. To insist their was a failure is to speak ill of the system, and of Brendol Hux.”
“Well they didn't work, Kiddo. Finn's the one that busted me out, and I can assure you, he was a stormtrooper before that. No offense to this little guy,” Poe says, running his fingers playfully through Hux's hair, “but Brendol Hux's methods aren't as great as everyone thinks.”
Phasma humphs at that, her arms crossing her chest. Hux, on the other hand, seemed to be more fascinated by Poe than his father's failure.
“You're a pilot?” Hux asks, looking up at Poe with wide eyes.
“Best damn pilot in the resistance, as they say,” Poe grins, all swagger. Finn snorts in response, rolling his eyes.
“I've never met a pilot before,” Hux murmurs, clearly interested but trying to put forth some sort of nonchalant attitude like Phasma. Poe shot a look at Finn, smiles on both their faces.
“You want to see our X-wings?”
His eyes are impossibly wide when they meet Finn's.
“Can I?!”
“Sure thing,” Poe scoops him up, resting him on his hip. “General?”
She waves him off, “Go ahead, since neither one of you is being helpful you might as well play babysitters. I'll come get you if there's anything you need to know.”
Poe gave a rather relaxed salute, following Finn out the door. Hux's voice carried down the hall, asking a million questions of Poe, and Poe trying to keep up. Finally, Phasma was left alone with General Organa and the Wookiee, Ben napping comfortably in his lap.
“General, I would like to request I not be given a chaperone, as I am of an age that makes me more than capable to handle things on my own.”
“Of course. You'll be allowed almost anywhere except restricted areas, and given the same clearance any child of 10 has around here, Phasma. I would ask that you come back in a few hours, after then I'm sure we'll have some sort of quarters drummed up for you. And please do stop calling me General, Leia will do just fine.”
“Yes, of course. May I be dismissed, General?”
Phasma supposes it was a bit cheeky, but Leia didn't look offended, she looked amused.
Fill: Deaged! First Order [1]
Any mistakes are mostly due to me being exhausted af right now and having read through this so many times. I have more and will post it tomorrow probably, when it's not 3am.
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She thought it was a hallucination at first.
She blinked a few times, positive that her meditation was just working too well, or that she wasn't getting enough oxygen in the dense pine forest on this newly acquired base the resistance had decided to call home. Something, anything, to explain why there were three children – a young boy of maybe three, another maybe a year older with a shock of shaggy red hair, and a girl that's maybe nine, standing ramrod straight – in front of her where there previously was no one.
She stares at them all, open mouthed, until Chewbacca exited the backdoor of the barracks that almost no one used, all of twenty feet away. All four pairs of eyes were instantly on him.
“Uncle Chewie!” the littlest boy cried, running for the wookiee. Rey watched as he hugged his legs, while Chewbacca let out a confused noise. His hand rested on the top of his head but he refused to pick him up, despite his whining.
It was then, of course, that the General followed after him, stopping dead in her tracks when she recognized just who that little boy was.
“Momma,” He calls, “Momma, uppy.”
She picked him up, her hands trembling so badly Rey could see them from her perch on her rock.
“Momma,” Ben Solo whines, looking at her, “Where's Dada? I don't feel him.”
In that moment, Leia Organa, General of the resistance, a woman who Rey knew as always composed in front of everyone, looked truly terrified.
“Shit.”
“Phasma. Designation DI-7341. Age Nine and a half.”
“Brendol Hux Junior, General,” Hux looks a little sheepish, “I don't have a designation yet. I'm only four and won't start the academy until next year.”
“That's fine, Brendol, really,” The General shoots him a smile, “we know quite a bit about you already. I'm just making sure you match with our medical readings.”
“Yes, since we have apparently regressed in age and memories and come to the hands of the resistance without any sort of reason.”
“Do we know if it's not a separate timeline?” Rey asks, “Maybe they're just here from an alternate reality?”
“There's no way of knowing yet,” Luke says firmly, “I feel like there would be more of a disturbance than just having Ben so close if they were, but there's no way of knowing if they're from another plane of existence until we see if we can get some sort of info out of the First Order.”
It's then that Finn bounds in like an overeager puppy, Poe at his heels.
“Poe wanted to come when he heard. The whole base is talking.”
“I should have expected it, as he never allows you to go anywhere without him.”
Finn doesn't do anything, not even blush, because his eyes have caught on the the corner of the room.
“Is that really...?”
He gestures to Ben, who's dozing lightly on Chewbacca's shoulder, his tiny body tucked along his lap.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don't know,” Rey admits, “One minute I was meditating and the next they were there.”
“What the hell. And these two are...”
“Hux and Phasma. That's why I needed you, I figured if anyone can tell us something about them as children, it would be you.”
Finn shrugs, “Phasma was my Captain, but Hux was a General, and frankly, Ma'am, we weren't nearly as cuddly with our officers as you guys are. I know no more than you do about their childhoods, except that Phasma's was probably a lot like mine. And you already have all the info on that on file.”
“I was your Captain?” Phasma asks, interested, “How are you here, then?”
“I defected. Had to save the best damn pilot in the resistance, didn't I?”
“Impossible. The Commandant's methods eliminate all desire to defect. To insist their was a failure is to speak ill of the system, and of Brendol Hux.”
“Well they didn't work, Kiddo. Finn's the one that busted me out, and I can assure you, he was a stormtrooper before that. No offense to this little guy,” Poe says, running his fingers playfully through Hux's hair, “but Brendol Hux's methods aren't as great as everyone thinks.”
Phasma humphs at that, her arms crossing her chest. Hux, on the other hand, seemed to be more fascinated by Poe than his father's failure.
“You're a pilot?” Hux asks, looking up at Poe with wide eyes.
“Best damn pilot in the resistance, as they say,” Poe grins, all swagger. Finn snorts in response, rolling his eyes.
“I've never met a pilot before,” Hux murmurs, clearly interested but trying to put forth some sort of nonchalant attitude like Phasma. Poe shot a look at Finn, smiles on both their faces.
“You want to see our X-wings?”
His eyes are impossibly wide when they meet Finn's.
“Can I?!”
“Sure thing,” Poe scoops him up, resting him on his hip. “General?”
She waves him off, “Go ahead, since neither one of you is being helpful you might as well play babysitters. I'll come get you if there's anything you need to know.”
Poe gave a rather relaxed salute, following Finn out the door. Hux's voice carried down the hall, asking a million questions of Poe, and Poe trying to keep up. Finally, Phasma was left alone with General Organa and the Wookiee, Ben napping comfortably in his lap.
“General, I would like to request I not be given a chaperone, as I am of an age that makes me more than capable to handle things on my own.”
“Of course. You'll be allowed almost anywhere except restricted areas, and given the same clearance any child of 10 has around here, Phasma. I would ask that you come back in a few hours, after then I'm sure we'll have some sort of quarters drummed up for you. And please do stop calling me General, Leia will do just fine.”
“Yes, of course. May I be dismissed, General?”
Phasma supposes it was a bit cheeky, but Leia didn't look offended, she looked amused.
“Dismissed, Phasma.”