Hux and Phasma sat on one side of the hovercraft, stoic and silent, backs straight despite their handcuffs. Across from them, Finn fidgeted, eyes darting everywhere and nowhere, looking ready to run given the chance. Poe sat beside him, making faces at the video monitor that was observing the small cell, because Poe recognized it as one with visual-only and incapable of recording sound. Rey appeared to be the only one relaxed and stationary, her eyes closed and attempting to meditate.
They were being processed separately from Kylo Ren, who the Jedi had taken under their custody. When their fight had been interrupted Rey had quickly surrendered, not wanting to give the Jedi a chance to use their powers and realize she could manipulate the Force too. Finn and Poe had followed her example, Hux and Phasma did too – after seeing Obi-wan wave his hand and put Kylo Ren to sleep, they knew there was no point in fighting.
“We'll be taking this one, Jedi business,” Anakin had told their reinforcements; local law enforcement who while familiar with the Council, but did get annoyed when the Jedi just swooped in and took everything. “The others are all yours.”
“Anything we should know?” The officers had eyed Hux especially, the fight earlier may worn his clothing and tore the First Order insigma into shreds, but it was obvious he was military material. Hux had remained silent, so had Phasma, Poe had not.
“I'm sure you get this all the time, but this is all just one big misunderstanding,” Poe had smiled winningly at his arresting officers. “We were not trying to hurt anyone, and I'm sure you'll see those speeders are not listed as stolen...or listed anywhere...”
“What's his name?” Obi-wan asked calmly, gesturing to the suspected Sith.
“His name? He'll be dramatic about it but his name is...”
“Ben,” Rey calmly declared, voice soft but firm, “His name is Ben.”
“Oi! Before you go any further, I'll like to let you know that it seems like your vehicle sustained damage that seemed to have activated a recording!” One tech inspecting the hovercrafts had shouted. Rey stiffened, she and Poe exchanged looks just as recorded voices began playing:
“Anakin Skywalker?”
“Kenobi?”
“Jedi Council?”
“See that Phasma? You may be all tough but no one can beat Rey!”
“Hux!”
“Finn! Get down!”
“Come on Rey, I've got this!”
“Poe! You drive!”
The recording was interrupted by another bang as something in the vehicle combusted, letting out a steam of smoke and the officer jumped back, swearing. While everyone was briefly distracted, Phasma looked at Rey, who quickly dropped her hand but not before catching Phasma's eye. The former scavenger gave her a smirk that was more like shared amusement.
Odd, that smirk given to her, Phasma was more used to Rey's challenging looks as they fought on opposite sides.
“Looks like that's what we'll be getting from the recordings,” the tech sounded despondent, he seemed ready to expect someone to shout at him. Anakin, fellow mechanic, could relate.
Later, he would wonder about the suspicious timing of the recording getting destroyed.
“I'm sure you can find something else. For now, we'll leave this to your capable hands, you already gave us the names of everyone else. As for this one, I guess we'll call him...Ben,” Anakin eyed the unconscious man lying on the ground. Dressed in black robes, but no mask or face paint, for a guy capable of wielding a light sabre he almost looked normal. If he was a Sith, he had not taken to disfiguring himself yet in the pursuit of more power.
“Where do you intend to take him?” the hint of concern in the redhead's voice gave Anakin pause, and he mentally reviewed his thought: if this Ben was a Sith, he had not become so fallen he had forsaken attachments. Which meant Anakin should really get the more experienced Jedi to take a look at this Sith, before tragedy struck.
“What is your relationship with...Ben?” Obi-wan asked, voice kind and without the Force, because the redhead seemed to stiffen and everyone could see his guard was going up. Anakin was about to test if he could read minds now when...
“Jedi, I'm sure you can interrogate your prisoner and get your answers, but we should look at putting the others away,” one of the officers said.
And so it was, that the Jedi left with their prisoner on a speeder, while the others were put inside the back of one of the hovercrafts. There had been some contention about putting the fighters in the same locked space, but they didn't have another hovercraft, stretched thin as they were due to several events happening in the city.
In any case, it worked in the prisoners' favour, putting them all together within speaking range. When Poe realized there was nothing that could record their conversation he had started talking: “Was that you, Rey? You stopped them from hearing more of the recording?”
“I didn't dare use too much of the Force when there were two possible Master Jedi in front of me, but I was able to blast the recording and get one of the officers to speak up before we could be interrogated. They already have our names, but I like to think they're simple and common names, we can keep using them so long as they don't find out anything more. Guess that means you won't be naming anything more.” She flashed Poe a brief smile, he returned it briefly.
“You name one stormtrooper...”
“Ex-stormtrooper,” Finn declared, Hux and Phasma seemed to grow stiffer, Rey ignored them.
“I did a quick scan too, those people are not actors, and we really do seem to be heading to Coruscant at the time of the Galatic Republic.”
“The Clone Wars?” Phasma's voice was steady, but those three words brought a sense of dread, even with their different versions all of them knew the chaos of that time. Luckily Rey was able to reassure them.
“Not yet, no.”
“But if we stay here any longer, we might end up getting involved, and potentially messing with the timeline.” Poe let out a breath, “We need to get back, and I assume the only way to do so is by how we came here – we need to find that scientist.”
Finn nodded, “Given their species, at least we know we won't be looking for a child...”
“We can't leave,” Phasma interrupted, “Not yet.”
“Why not?” Finn tensed, “If you're thinking of giving the Empire a better chance...”
“Don't be silly, even I know that may cause unnecessary risk.”
“Then why shouldn't we be going as soon as we can?”
“Because Lord Kylo Ren is not with us, and do you really wish to leave him alone here?”
There was a pause, all of them had the knowledge and imagination to predict how well that could go. Rey nodded, “Fair point, as much as it pains me to say this, we should look at rescuing him as soon as possible.”
“You shouldn't have surrendered so soon, now we're going to have to retrieve him from a stronghold of trained Jedi.”
“You forget, General, that you surrendered as well, or were you planning to attack them with your snores?”
Hux and Rey glared at each other, not surprisingly it was Poe who broke the tension.
“No point in fighting now, we all know that Kenobi and Skywalkers were powerful users, they'll have put us all to sleep as soon as they suspect us of trouble. We would be completely defenceless then, but now we are not, and they didn't bother to check if more than one of us could use the Force. We have some surprise over them.”
“Oh yes, the Force, wielded by a girl who abandoned her training midway to help save her friends.”
“General,” Phasma spoke up because really, deescalating tensions had long become part of her job, “We are limited in our options, no allies or troops, for now we have a...common enemy, a problem we need to solve together, and do you not want to monitor their behaviour?”
“Monitor us? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?” Poe's smirk was almost reassuring in its familiarity. Privately, Phasma thought Rey's were preferable. “Don't think we won't do the same, as for your comment: Luke Skywalker also once abandoned his training to rescue his friends, he turned out fine.”
“When Darth Vader first met Skywalker, he ended up killing an old man instead, and now Lord Kylo Ren has done the same. I am not sure what we are comparing,” Phasma stated. She didn't sound malicious when she mentioned Han's death, which was probably what made Rey decide not to attempt a more hostile use of the Force. Taking a deep breath, she tried to settle.
“We are still far from civilization, and the Jedi appear to be going to the same direction as our hovercraft. There's no point in trying anything now, even if we're not hundreds of feet in the air we are surrounded by plains, easy targets for our captors. Once we reach Coruscant we'll make a move, that way in our escape we can blend into the crowd.”
Hux eyed her suspiciously, watching as she folded her legs and closed her eyes for meditation. The petty part of him almost wished their transport was not so smooth, if only so she could be constantly interrupted from attempting to sit still. “You are confident enough to break out?”
“I assure you, it will take more than six walls to hold me in.”
“Six walls?”
“We are in a cube, try to keep up.”
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Author Note: Yes, that last part was inspired by a certain TV scene, points to anyone who recognizes it
FILL !! Force Awakens Trio + First Order Trio + Prequels Trio (2)
They were being processed separately from Kylo Ren, who the Jedi had taken under their custody. When their fight had been interrupted Rey had quickly surrendered, not wanting to give the Jedi a chance to use their powers and realize she could manipulate the Force too. Finn and Poe had followed her example, Hux and Phasma did too – after seeing Obi-wan wave his hand and put Kylo Ren to sleep, they knew there was no point in fighting.
“We'll be taking this one, Jedi business,” Anakin had told their reinforcements; local law enforcement who while familiar with the Council, but did get annoyed when the Jedi just swooped in and took everything. “The others are all yours.”
“Anything we should know?” The officers had eyed Hux especially, the fight earlier may worn his clothing and tore the First Order insigma into shreds, but it was obvious he was military material. Hux had remained silent, so had Phasma, Poe had not.
“I'm sure you get this all the time, but this is all just one big misunderstanding,” Poe had smiled winningly at his arresting officers. “We were not trying to hurt anyone, and I'm sure you'll see those speeders are not listed as stolen...or listed anywhere...”
“What's his name?” Obi-wan asked calmly, gesturing to the suspected Sith.
“His name? He'll be dramatic about it but his name is...”
“Ben,” Rey calmly declared, voice soft but firm, “His name is Ben.”
“Oi! Before you go any further, I'll like to let you know that it seems like your vehicle sustained damage that seemed to have activated a recording!” One tech inspecting the hovercrafts had shouted. Rey stiffened, she and Poe exchanged looks just as recorded voices began playing:
“Anakin Skywalker?”
“Kenobi?”
“Jedi Council?”
“See that Phasma? You may be all tough but no one can beat Rey!”
“Hux!”
“Finn! Get down!”
“Come on Rey, I've got this!”
“Poe! You drive!”
The recording was interrupted by another bang as something in the vehicle combusted, letting out a steam of smoke and the officer jumped back, swearing. While everyone was briefly distracted, Phasma looked at Rey, who quickly dropped her hand but not before catching Phasma's eye. The former scavenger gave her a smirk that was more like shared amusement.
Odd, that smirk given to her, Phasma was more used to Rey's challenging looks as they fought on opposite sides.
“Looks like that's what we'll be getting from the recordings,” the tech sounded despondent, he seemed ready to expect someone to shout at him. Anakin, fellow mechanic, could relate.
Later, he would wonder about the suspicious timing of the recording getting destroyed.
“I'm sure you can find something else. For now, we'll leave this to your capable hands, you already gave us the names of everyone else. As for this one, I guess we'll call him...Ben,” Anakin eyed the unconscious man lying on the ground. Dressed in black robes, but no mask or face paint, for a guy capable of wielding a light sabre he almost looked normal. If he was a Sith, he had not taken to disfiguring himself yet in the pursuit of more power.
“Where do you intend to take him?” the hint of concern in the redhead's voice gave Anakin pause, and he mentally reviewed his thought: if this Ben was a Sith, he had not become so fallen he had forsaken attachments. Which meant Anakin should really get the more experienced Jedi to take a look at this Sith, before tragedy struck.
“What is your relationship with...Ben?” Obi-wan asked, voice kind and without the Force, because the redhead seemed to stiffen and everyone could see his guard was going up. Anakin was about to test if he could read minds now when...
“Jedi, I'm sure you can interrogate your prisoner and get your answers, but we should look at putting the others away,” one of the officers said.
And so it was, that the Jedi left with their prisoner on a speeder, while the others were put inside the back of one of the hovercrafts. There had been some contention about putting the fighters in the same locked space, but they didn't have another hovercraft, stretched thin as they were due to several events happening in the city.
In any case, it worked in the prisoners' favour, putting them all together within speaking range. When Poe realized there was nothing that could record their conversation he had started talking: “Was that you, Rey? You stopped them from hearing more of the recording?”
“I didn't dare use too much of the Force when there were two possible Master Jedi in front of me, but I was able to blast the recording and get one of the officers to speak up before we could be interrogated. They already have our names, but I like to think they're simple and common names, we can keep using them so long as they don't find out anything more. Guess that means you won't be naming anything more.” She flashed Poe a brief smile, he returned it briefly.
“You name one stormtrooper...”
“Ex-stormtrooper,” Finn declared, Hux and Phasma seemed to grow stiffer, Rey ignored them.
“I did a quick scan too, those people are not actors, and we really do seem to be heading to Coruscant at the time of the Galatic Republic.”
“The Clone Wars?” Phasma's voice was steady, but those three words brought a sense of dread, even with their different versions all of them knew the chaos of that time. Luckily Rey was able to reassure them.
“Not yet, no.”
“But if we stay here any longer, we might end up getting involved, and potentially messing with the timeline.” Poe let out a breath, “We need to get back, and I assume the only way to do so is by how we came here – we need to find that scientist.”
Finn nodded, “Given their species, at least we know we won't be looking for a child...”
“We can't leave,” Phasma interrupted, “Not yet.”
“Why not?” Finn tensed, “If you're thinking of giving the Empire a better chance...”
“Don't be silly, even I know that may cause unnecessary risk.”
“Then why shouldn't we be going as soon as we can?”
“Because Lord Kylo Ren is not with us, and do you really wish to leave him alone here?”
There was a pause, all of them had the knowledge and imagination to predict how well that could go. Rey nodded, “Fair point, as much as it pains me to say this, we should look at rescuing him as soon as possible.”
“You shouldn't have surrendered so soon, now we're going to have to retrieve him from a stronghold of trained Jedi.”
“You forget, General, that you surrendered as well, or were you planning to attack them with your snores?”
Hux and Rey glared at each other, not surprisingly it was Poe who broke the tension.
“No point in fighting now, we all know that Kenobi and Skywalkers were powerful users, they'll have put us all to sleep as soon as they suspect us of trouble. We would be completely defenceless then, but now we are not, and they didn't bother to check if more than one of us could use the Force. We have some surprise over them.”
“Oh yes, the Force, wielded by a girl who abandoned her training midway to help save her friends.”
“General,” Phasma spoke up because really, deescalating tensions had long become part of her job, “We are limited in our options, no allies or troops, for now we have a...common enemy, a problem we need to solve together, and do you not want to monitor their behaviour?”
“Monitor us? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?” Poe's smirk was almost reassuring in its familiarity. Privately, Phasma thought Rey's were preferable. “Don't think we won't do the same, as for your comment: Luke Skywalker also once abandoned his training to rescue his friends, he turned out fine.”
“When Darth Vader first met Skywalker, he ended up killing an old man instead, and now Lord Kylo Ren has done the same. I am not sure what we are comparing,” Phasma stated. She didn't sound malicious when she mentioned Han's death, which was probably what made Rey decide not to attempt a more hostile use of the Force. Taking a deep breath, she tried to settle.
“We are still far from civilization, and the Jedi appear to be going to the same direction as our hovercraft. There's no point in trying anything now, even if we're not hundreds of feet in the air we are surrounded by plains, easy targets for our captors. Once we reach Coruscant we'll make a move, that way in our escape we can blend into the crowd.”
Hux eyed her suspiciously, watching as she folded her legs and closed her eyes for meditation. The petty part of him almost wished their transport was not so smooth, if only so she could be constantly interrupted from attempting to sit still. “You are confident enough to break out?”
“I assure you, it will take more than six walls to hold me in.”
“Six walls?”
“We are in a cube, try to keep up.”
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Author Note: Yes, that last part was inspired by a certain TV scene, points to anyone who recognizes it