And the epilogue. I wanted to go back to Finn but I never made it there. :( -------------------------------------------------------------------- Ren checked the fuel gage on his ship. It wasn’t an x-wing but given the mission nothing could be done about that. It was full. He knew it was, he had already checked it twice already. He was just waiting. He was set to ship out to retrieve Poe and he wanted to see Bren before he left. They were closing in on their sixth year on D’Qar, having joined The Resistance around year two when Brendol declared them “too incompetent to cope” and demanded an opportunity to fix their mistakes.
They had both been surprised when Leia allowed them to join. She had been kind to them, inviting them to awkward dinners, introducing them to her husband, Ren’s biological father, and often visiting them when she had a respite from her duties. That didn’t mean she approved, as far as he knew she still hated Brendol and was convinced he was manipulating Ren. Perhaps she saw just how valuable Bren was. He had certainly won them several battles since they joined up.
Brendol stayed in command. His sharp mind working just as well for The Resistance as it had against it. Ren on the other hand, was meant for field work, or perhaps training. He certainly educated the forces of The Resistance on how best to combat the training styles of Stormtroopers often enough. He found he enjoyed flying though. During his time at The First Order he had disliked it. The standard Tie Fighters required both a pilot and a gunner. That meant Ren had to rely on someone else’s abilities to keep him safe. The Resistance had x-wings though and once he got used to the controls he found the complete control they gave him to be exhilarating.
He found the pilots he worked with to be fascinating creatures. There was Poe who was a damn good pilot. Far better than Ren or any of the others ever would be. He was charming, kind, and witty. Ren enjoyed getting Poe in front of Brendol who found Dameron to be infuriating. He liked to watch them match wits. Then there was Jessika. She would have made a great Stormtrooper. She didn’t cry the way Leia Organa did and she could beat any man in a fight. There was Snap whose bravery was beyond measure. Asty who was so different from anyone he had met in the xenophobic First Order but who was the same as the rest of them, brilliant and brave. He liked them all in their own ways, they became good friends and…
“Are you ready?” Brendol’s voice echoed throughout the quiet hanger as he approached. One would never mistake Brendol Hux II for someone who grew up in The Resistance. He refused to wear the uniform calling it “a crime against fashion that would make them the laughing stocks of the galaxy” instead doing odd jobs as a speech writer for senators of The New Republic in order to get clothes more lavish than his stipend would allow. His clothes looked plain, crisp, and perfectly pressed but the soft material, tailored to his body, and retrieved from the other end of the galaxy spoke of luxuries most would not appreciate.
“I am. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to see me off.” Ren smiled and walked towards Brendol to meet him part way. When they reached one another they pulled one another into a deep embrace.
“Well, I had to make sure you remembered how much you want me.” Brendol smirked, capturing Ren for another kiss. It was a long time before they pulled back. “I just got word that Han Solo found Dameron’s droid and is bringing it back along with a few strays he picked up so that should help Dameron rest easy. It certainly helps the general, knowing that Snoke doesn’t have the map. Though I really don’t see what the big deal about Luke Skywalker is.”
Brendol was afraid Luke would take Ren away from him. Ren knew as much. Ever since they came back Ren’s abilities were constantly monitored, his force abilities nowhere near what they should be given his midi-chlorian count. The barely functioning suppression chips in his spine had permanently dulled his senses to the point where he would never be jedi material. Brendol knew that and yet he always feared that Skywalker’s desperation would convince him to go after Ren. “Don’t be like that. He won’t take me away. Leia already said that she wouldn’t let him even if he did. I’m too old and too weak. Even if he did I would fight to get back to you. You know that. Now if there’s nothing else I would like to have my fiancée finish seeing me off.”
Brendol huffed. He didn’t like to be proven wrong even when he knew that Ren was the one doing it. “Fine, fine. I love you Ren. You better come back safe.” The former general said kissing the former Stormtrooper.
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Ren checked the fuel gage on his ship. It wasn’t an x-wing but given the mission nothing could be done about that. It was full. He knew it was, he had already checked it twice already. He was just waiting. He was set to ship out to retrieve Poe and he wanted to see Bren before he left. They were closing in on their sixth year on D’Qar, having joined The Resistance around year two when Brendol declared them “too incompetent to cope” and demanded an opportunity to fix their mistakes.
They had both been surprised when Leia allowed them to join. She had been kind to them, inviting them to awkward dinners, introducing them to her husband, Ren’s biological father, and often visiting them when she had a respite from her duties. That didn’t mean she approved, as far as he knew she still hated Brendol and was convinced he was manipulating Ren. Perhaps she saw just how valuable Bren was. He had certainly won them several battles since they joined up.
Brendol stayed in command. His sharp mind working just as well for The Resistance as it had against it. Ren on the other hand, was meant for field work, or perhaps training. He certainly educated the forces of The Resistance on how best to combat the training styles of Stormtroopers often enough. He found he enjoyed flying though. During his time at The First Order he had disliked it. The standard Tie Fighters required both a pilot and a gunner. That meant Ren had to rely on someone else’s abilities to keep him safe. The Resistance had x-wings though and once he got used to the controls he found the complete control they gave him to be exhilarating.
He found the pilots he worked with to be fascinating creatures. There was Poe who was a damn good pilot. Far better than Ren or any of the others ever would be. He was charming, kind, and witty. Ren enjoyed getting Poe in front of Brendol who found Dameron to be infuriating. He liked to watch them match wits. Then there was Jessika. She would have made a great Stormtrooper. She didn’t cry the way Leia Organa did and she could beat any man in a fight. There was Snap whose bravery was beyond measure. Asty who was so different from anyone he had met in the xenophobic First Order but who was the same as the rest of them, brilliant and brave. He liked them all in their own ways, they became good friends and…
“Are you ready?” Brendol’s voice echoed throughout the quiet hanger as he approached. One would never mistake Brendol Hux II for someone who grew up in The Resistance. He refused to wear the uniform calling it “a crime against fashion that would make them the laughing stocks of the galaxy” instead doing odd jobs as a speech writer for senators of The New Republic in order to get clothes more lavish than his stipend would allow. His clothes looked plain, crisp, and perfectly pressed but the soft material, tailored to his body, and retrieved from the other end of the galaxy spoke of luxuries most would not appreciate.
“I am. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to see me off.” Ren smiled and walked towards Brendol to meet him part way. When they reached one another they pulled one another into a deep embrace.
“Well, I had to make sure you remembered how much you want me.” Brendol smirked, capturing Ren for another kiss. It was a long time before they pulled back. “I just got word that Han Solo found Dameron’s droid and is bringing it back along with a few strays he picked up so that should help Dameron rest easy. It certainly helps the general, knowing that Snoke doesn’t have the map. Though I really don’t see what the big deal about Luke Skywalker is.”
Brendol was afraid Luke would take Ren away from him. Ren knew as much. Ever since they came back Ren’s abilities were constantly monitored, his force abilities nowhere near what they should be given his midi-chlorian count. The barely functioning suppression chips in his spine had permanently dulled his senses to the point where he would never be jedi material. Brendol knew that and yet he always feared that Skywalker’s desperation would convince him to go after Ren. “Don’t be like that. He won’t take me away. Leia already said that she wouldn’t let him even if he did. I’m too old and too weak. Even if he did I would fight to get back to you. You know that. Now if there’s nothing else I would like to have my fiancée finish seeing me off.”
Brendol huffed. He didn’t like to be proven wrong even when he knew that Ren was the one doing it. “Fine, fine. I love you Ren. You better come back safe.” The former general said kissing the former Stormtrooper.
“I will. You know I will.” He returned the kiss.