Hey, so this is going to be a multipart fill I have it maybe a third of the way done. It's uneditted but I'll probably post it on AO3 as well when I make corrections. I'm not adding it to the fills post yet because I hope to be done by the end of the weekend and just list it as complete. Anyway it's kylux trash because that's my bread. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The first thing RN-001 recalls is pain. He remembers being held down on his stomach, the feeling of scalpels piercing delicate skin, the whirring sound of machinery, the copper smell that could only be blood, and the salty taste of tears in his mouth as he screamed in a voice he could hardly recognize as his own. He wasn’t RN-001 back then though. He wouldn’t receive his designation for another year. The time between was full of harsh voices asking questions to which he had no answer, shocks when he was too slow to reply, and a constant blur of pain. Every time he figured out the right answer to a question a new set was presented before him and he found himself in pain once more. He knew now that was the beginning of his conditioning, but back then he just wanted it to end.
The first recollection of anything but pain was of a tall man with hair more gray than anything else and a boy with brilliant red hair and pale green eyes who stood straighter than any child had the right to. He was brought before them, his upper arm held in a tight grip by a meaty hand that belonged to one of his tormenters. “This is the one, he doesn’t have a number yet.” The gruff voice stated.
He didn’t dare look up at the tall man or the cruel man, he didn’t want to be punished once more. Instead he kept his eyes focused on the buttons of the red-head’s shirt collar. “He’s scrawny. Is this really the one the supreme leader went to so much trouble for?” A new voice spoke above him, one he assumed belonged to the tall man.
“He’ll grow. We haven’t placed him on a growth regiment since we weren’t sure how you’d want to deal with his unique case. We did perform the procedure to place the suppressant chips. They won’t be able to remove them without a trained surgeon and even then they’re more likely to kill him.” The tormenter seemed pleased with himself.
“Splendid, then there’s only one thing left to do.” He tall man beckoned the red-head forward. “Brendol, you are nine years old, it is high time you took an active role in the Stormtrooper training procedures. This will be your first task. You will train RN-001 to be loyal to our order. You will employ the training and conditioning regimens you feel necessary to create a personal guard. Do not fail me.”
The red head stared, something akin to frustration and anger in his eyes. “Yes sir.” He answered with a sharp salute. The red-head approached and grabbed his chin. RN-001 didn’t understand then but the red-head, Brendol, was inspecting him for faults. If he found any, he didn’t make it known. “I want him on supplements K-18 and L-7. He should be tall, he should have a stature fitting of a man in my personal unit, something to show he is better than the usual drivel. I would have him in combat procedures Y-8 and continue his conditioning with O-6.”
The tall man chuckled as if something was amusing about the red-head’s statement. “O-6? Is that not a little light Brendol? Should you not be concerned with instilling as much loyalty as possible? He is your first after all.”
RN-001 watched as the red-head bit his lip. He seemed to consider the tall man’s words for a moment before answering. “No sir. O-6 is correct. If he is to serve directly under my command I require he be intelligent. Any higher and the risk of the drug cocktail causing permanent damage to his brain is too great. I will ensure his loyalty through other means if necessary.” The boy spoke evenly, as if trying to keep all emotion out of his voice.
“Have it your way.” The tall man brushed off the red-headed boy’s opinions.
The cruel man spoke once more, confirming the red-head’s orders. His gruff voice drowning out all other sound. They were all talking over him as if he were a prop or some sort of object. The look the red-head gave him, a glare made him feel as if he had been caught doing something wrong, as if the act of listening was a crime. He tried to tune it out and instead concentrated on a stray thought that seemed to occupy his mind whenever there were small breaks in the pain. In these visions he saw a woman with a kind smile, her silky brown hair tied up in braids and a man with scruffy chocolate locks and a smirk that spoke of trouble. It struck him that he couldn’t remember their eyes and a small part of him ached to realize that. He couldn’t afford to focus on that however, the cruel man dragging him away once more.
The pain continued only now it was different. Where before the pain would be vague and constant now it was brief and all consuming. He would be clamped down to a table and poked with needles for hours. Sometimes they left them in his arms, a liquid dripping from the tubes they were connected to into his body. They placed a screen in front of him and hook him up to a machine that would give him electric shocks whenever he disobeyed. Some days he could become so exhausted he couldn’t help but close his eyes only to be slapped and forced to keep his eyes open. Then he would be fed and placed in an uncomfortable cot with no pillow. Some days, the routine would change, when he woke he would then be expected to fight using different weapons. He would be placed in white armor and forced to wear a mask that hid his features. Then he would fight someone in the same armor. Sometimes the weapons were blunt and caused little more than bruising but other times he would walk away with his white armor covered in blood.
Every couple of days the red-head, he would be brought to a room where the red-headed boy was waiting to speak to him. In the beginning, these calls were formal. The red-head, Brendol, would ask him what he learned since their last meeting. He would stare past RN-001’s eyes into his soul. It wasn’t until the eighth meeting that he actually spoke. “You are fighting the conditioning.” It was not a question and allowed no room for disagreement. It was a fact. RN-001 didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure what to say. “I expected you would.” He pulled up information on the holopad he always brought with him. “You have an incredibly high IQ. That paired with your abilities make your resistant to conditioning. You don’t believe in the ideals of the fallen Empire or in our new order yet you proclaim otherwise because you know the consequences of speaking out. That is good. I do not need an idiot by my side, guarding me, when I take my rightful place in this world. I want someone who challenges me intellectually while remaining trustworthy. I believe you can be that individual. Do you want to be?”
RN-001 remained silent for a few moments. This line of questioning was unlike anything he faced before. It was a test and if he chose incorrectly he would be placed in a world of pain until he learned the correct answer. “I am to be whatever you ask of me, am I not?” he responded hesitantly.
That was evidently the correct answer because the redhead smirked. “Yes, I suppose you are. If we are to trust one another then I should explain a few things you. You are RN-001, the first in your line where R represents the location from which you were recruited and N represents the year you were collected. My name is Brendol Hux II and I am currently in the officer academy, training to become a valuable member of The First Order.” His words left no room for arguments and RN-001 saluted, their meeting for the week over.
After that meeting RN-001 began to look forward to his meetings with Brendol. The older boy, at least he believed he was older based on the way he towered over him, was frank and answered all questions RN-001 had for him. He learned far more about his purpose from Brendol who didn’t shy away from details the way his handlers did. Through Brendol he learned that the soldiers he defeated in combat training were sent to their deaths, that only the strong were desired in The First Order. He was allowed to ask the red-head questions about his conditioning that would otherwise be considered sensitive topics. He learned why The First Order existed and its stated purpose of saving the galaxy from the disorder that came from a weak government. He also learned that Brendol struggled with an overbearing father who often tried to sabotage his son. Brendol believed his father intended for RN-001’s training to be a failure and the knowledge that he was proving the tall man wrong and making Brendol proud brought him a sense of pride.
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The first thing RN-001 recalls is pain. He remembers being held down on his stomach, the feeling of scalpels piercing delicate skin, the whirring sound of machinery, the copper smell that could only be blood, and the salty taste of tears in his mouth as he screamed in a voice he could hardly recognize as his own. He wasn’t RN-001 back then though. He wouldn’t receive his designation for another year. The time between was full of harsh voices asking questions to which he had no answer, shocks when he was too slow to reply, and a constant blur of pain. Every time he figured out the right answer to a question a new set was presented before him and he found himself in pain once more. He knew now that was the beginning of his conditioning, but back then he just wanted it to end.
The first recollection of anything but pain was of a tall man with hair more gray than anything else and a boy with brilliant red hair and pale green eyes who stood straighter than any child had the right to. He was brought before them, his upper arm held in a tight grip by a meaty hand that belonged to one of his tormenters. “This is the one, he doesn’t have a number yet.” The gruff voice stated.
He didn’t dare look up at the tall man or the cruel man, he didn’t want to be punished once more. Instead he kept his eyes focused on the buttons of the red-head’s shirt collar. “He’s scrawny. Is this really the one the supreme leader went to so much trouble for?” A new voice spoke above him, one he assumed belonged to the tall man.
“He’ll grow. We haven’t placed him on a growth regiment since we weren’t sure how you’d want to deal with his unique case. We did perform the procedure to place the suppressant chips. They won’t be able to remove them without a trained surgeon and even then they’re more likely to kill him.” The tormenter seemed pleased with himself.
“Splendid, then there’s only one thing left to do.” He tall man beckoned the red-head forward. “Brendol, you are nine years old, it is high time you took an active role in the Stormtrooper training procedures. This will be your first task. You will train RN-001 to be loyal to our order. You will employ the training and conditioning regimens you feel necessary to create a personal guard. Do not fail me.”
The red head stared, something akin to frustration and anger in his eyes. “Yes sir.” He answered with a sharp salute. The red-head approached and grabbed his chin. RN-001 didn’t understand then but the red-head, Brendol, was inspecting him for faults. If he found any, he didn’t make it known. “I want him on supplements K-18 and L-7. He should be tall, he should have a stature fitting of a man in my personal unit, something to show he is better than the usual drivel. I would have him in combat procedures Y-8 and continue his conditioning with O-6.”
The tall man chuckled as if something was amusing about the red-head’s statement. “O-6? Is that not a little light Brendol? Should you not be concerned with instilling as much loyalty as possible? He is your first after all.”
RN-001 watched as the red-head bit his lip. He seemed to consider the tall man’s words for a moment before answering. “No sir. O-6 is correct. If he is to serve directly under my command I require he be intelligent. Any higher and the risk of the drug cocktail causing permanent damage to his brain is too great. I will ensure his loyalty through other means if necessary.” The boy spoke evenly, as if trying to keep all emotion out of his voice.
“Have it your way.” The tall man brushed off the red-headed boy’s opinions.
The cruel man spoke once more, confirming the red-head’s orders. His gruff voice drowning out all other sound. They were all talking over him as if he were a prop or some sort of object. The look the red-head gave him, a glare made him feel as if he had been caught doing something wrong, as if the act of listening was a crime. He tried to tune it out and instead concentrated on a stray thought that seemed to occupy his mind whenever there were small breaks in the pain. In these visions he saw a woman with a kind smile, her silky brown hair tied up in braids and a man with scruffy chocolate locks and a smirk that spoke of trouble. It struck him that he couldn’t remember their eyes and a small part of him ached to realize that. He couldn’t afford to focus on that however, the cruel man dragging him away once more.
The pain continued only now it was different. Where before the pain would be vague and constant now it was brief and all consuming. He would be clamped down to a table and poked with needles for hours. Sometimes they left them in his arms, a liquid dripping from the tubes they were connected to into his body. They placed a screen in front of him and hook him up to a machine that would give him electric shocks whenever he disobeyed. Some days he could become so exhausted he couldn’t help but close his eyes only to be slapped and forced to keep his eyes open. Then he would be fed and placed in an uncomfortable cot with no pillow. Some days, the routine would change, when he woke he would then be expected to fight using different weapons. He would be placed in white armor and forced to wear a mask that hid his features. Then he would fight someone in the same armor. Sometimes the weapons were blunt and caused little more than bruising but other times he would walk away with his white armor covered in blood.
Every couple of days the red-head, he would be brought to a room where the red-headed boy was waiting to speak to him. In the beginning, these calls were formal. The red-head, Brendol, would ask him what he learned since their last meeting. He would stare past RN-001’s eyes into his soul. It wasn’t until the eighth meeting that he actually spoke. “You are fighting the conditioning.” It was not a question and allowed no room for disagreement. It was a fact. RN-001 didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure what to say. “I expected you would.” He pulled up information on the holopad he always brought with him. “You have an incredibly high IQ. That paired with your abilities make your resistant to conditioning. You don’t believe in the ideals of the fallen Empire or in our new order yet you proclaim otherwise because you know the consequences of speaking out. That is good. I do not need an idiot by my side, guarding me, when I take my rightful place in this world. I want someone who challenges me intellectually while remaining trustworthy. I believe you can be that individual. Do you want to be?”
RN-001 remained silent for a few moments. This line of questioning was unlike anything he faced before. It was a test and if he chose incorrectly he would be placed in a world of pain until he learned the correct answer. “I am to be whatever you ask of me, am I not?” he responded hesitantly.
That was evidently the correct answer because the redhead smirked. “Yes, I suppose you are. If we are to trust one another then I should explain a few things you. You are RN-001, the first in your line where R represents the location from which you were recruited and N represents the year you were collected. My name is Brendol Hux II and I am currently in the officer academy, training to become a valuable member of The First Order.” His words left no room for arguments and RN-001 saluted, their meeting for the week over.
After that meeting RN-001 began to look forward to his meetings with Brendol. The older boy, at least he believed he was older based on the way he towered over him, was frank and answered all questions RN-001 had for him. He learned far more about his purpose from Brendol who didn’t shy away from details the way his handlers did. Through Brendol he learned that the soldiers he defeated in combat training were sent to their deaths, that only the strong were desired in The First Order. He was allowed to ask the red-head questions about his conditioning that would otherwise be considered sensitive topics. He learned why The First Order existed and its stated purpose of saving the galaxy from the disorder that came from a weak government. He also learned that Brendol struggled with an overbearing father who often tried to sabotage his son. Brendol believed his father intended for RN-001’s training to be a failure and the knowledge that he was proving the tall man wrong and making Brendol proud brought him a sense of pride.