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Ben Solo raised as a stormtrooper
But since he cannot just let the child be, he has him kidnapped, and promptly placed into the Stormtrooper program.
Young Ben Solo (now with a number instead of a name) is raised loyal to the order and taught to ignore the visions he has or the feeling that there is a woman in the Galaxy who is very sad.
Developing a friendship with FN-2187, and feeling completely abandoned when he escapes with that pilot.
That Stormtrooper trying to keep the fact that he can make object float and break with his mind a secret, because standing out means reconditioning.
That Stormtrooper wondering why the Resistance is bothering keeping him hostage instead of killing him, and why does General Organo and Han Solo look ready to cry looking at him?
Bonus, completely optional: Kylux, I am trash. (With Hux knowing Ben's origins, maybe?)
Re: Ben Solo raised as a stormtrooper
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Because that's totally how the Force works and I have proof....
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(Anonymous) 2016-01-20 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL | RN-001 [1/?]
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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.
Re: FILL | RN-001 [2/?]
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When Brendol Hux was fifteen RN-001 donned his armor on a more permanent basis and joined him as his bodyguard full time. RN-001 was subject to new rules, his armor could only be removed in Brendol’s room or the small connecting quarters that RN-001 called his own. Unlike the training facility where mirrors were forbidden in an effort to promote uniformity and the group over the individual the Hux home had many. The first time RN-001 saw himself he was surprised. He looked odd, almost exotic. He had dark hair was shorn short from regular shaving, dark eyes that looked like an endless abyss, freckles and markings that stood out in stark contrast to his pale skin and features that seemed all too large for his adolescent face.
Brendol had always said he was attractive but he wondered if the other man lied. He certainly didn’t look like the classmates that were considered to be attractive by their peers. That was another change. RN-001 followed Brendol at all times, that included class. Brendol was in final year of the officer’s academy and as a senior he was permitted certain allowances. RN-001 preferred this to his own training and found that the content of Brendol’s classes was far more fascinating than his own had been. He often stood at attention outside the classroom, he was not allowed inside, hanging on the instructor’s every word.
By far the worst thing he discovered during his short time outside of the training compound was how harsh Brendol’s relationship with his father actually was. RN-001 learned that Brendol Hux the elder would often slap or hit his son over some perceived fault. It could be as small as not announcing his presence in the house or thinking too loudly. RN-001 often only held himself back from helping Brendol because of the glare the red-head would give him. During one of these violent bouts Brendol was thrown into a wall by his father, his head making a sickening thump as it hit the hard surface. Something inside RN-001 broke at the sight of Brendol, his only ally crumpled on the floor. He grabbed the closest weapon, Brendol’s training blaster, and shot the man who dared to harm Brendol from behind. His aim was solid, his shot hitting his target in the back of his head. The tall man with gray hair fell forward, his blood pooling around the ground around him and his son.
RN-001 took of his mask, breaking a second rule, moments after he broke the first. He was in the common area of the Hux household but with Brendol lying against the wall, his eyes wide, his body shaking uncontrollably he wasn’t sure what else to do. “Brendol! Bren!” he called, kneeling in front of the younger Hux. Brendol snapped out of it, pulling his gaze from his father’s body to RN-001.
“R--- Rn, Ren.” He whispered his voice shaking as much as his hands. “Oh shit. Ren.” The Stormtrooper was taken aback by the shortened name. Hux despised nicknames. He supposed the other male must be in shock. He watched as Brendol took a deep breath, the shaking slowly stopping. “Thank you Ren. You completed your task successfully. I need you to hand me the gun. It will need to hang my finger prints on it. Then I will need you to go to my room and collect my holopad. I will need to take control of my family’s affairs and send commanders the reasoning why I killed my father. Brendol stood and walked over to RN-001 and hugged him. It was the first physical contact he had that wasn’t painful and he wasn’t certain why the realization made his eyes water.
They pulled apart and Brendol was a different man. His fear and anxiety gone, replaced with a single minded focus and need to complete the task at hand. Brendol placed RN-001’s helmet back on his head and then went to call his father’s superior, a man RN-001 had only heard of in whispered rumors during his training. The man who appeared on the holovid looked like a specter, more dead than alive. He was old and scarred and for a second RN-001 saw Brendol’s hand shake before he got himself back under control.
“Supreme Leader Snoke, I am Brendol Hux the second. I am sorry to disturb your eminence but I wanted to inform you that the matter of my father’s plots to overthrow you has been taken care of. I am sending you the evidence of such plots in case there is anything that does not fit in with your investigation of these matters and I wish for you to know that he will not be disturbing you again.” RN-001’s eyes widened behind his helmet. He knew that Brendol would have to lie he just didn’t think this was an eventuality he had already planned for. And what sort of man was the supreme leader that he would accept the death of a trusted ally at the hands of his son with a single word?
“You have pleased me Brendol. I am glad that you see that your father’s ambition was becoming problematic to us. It is good that you stepped in for the betterment of the galaxy and I look forward to seeing what you do in the future.” The man said without hesitation, the ominous sense in the room disappearing as the holovid disconnected.
Brendol leaned back, the tension fading from his body as he sunk down to the floor once more. “It’s lucky that man never liked my father. It provided an easy opening to manipulate.”
RN-001 was surprised. Had this all been a setup? “So you intended for me to kill your father?”
Brendol looked up at his Stormtrooper. “No, I intended to kill him myself soon. It would be the only way to be memorable enough to the supreme leader to keep on my schedule.” The schedule was something Brendol mentioned to RN-001 briefly in the past. Something about becoming the youngest general in The First Order. “It helps that he actually was plotting against The First Order for his own benefit.” Brendol smirked and looked at RN-001. “Ren, thank you. Things are going to change for us now. We’ll be going to serve on a Star Destroyer. I want you to know that you’re the only one I can trust Ren.”
OP is in love
I loved everything about this! The intro with Ben in the middle of conditioning was so sad, yet so good! How everyone just talked right over him, discussing him like they would cattle, it was heartbreaking!
And some small details were just gold: Ben finding refuge in a vague memory of his parents, him listening in on Hux's classes. They make my heart go pitter patter.
Also: kylux! I am so happy! Ben as Hux's bodyguard! Do you even know what that means to me? I mean, on one hand, Hux treats Ren far better than he could ever have hoped for, on the other there is such a Stockholm Syndrome vibe to it all, because Ben could never consider any other option.
I wrote this comment after my first read-through, and now I'm going to read it again! I love this so much, thanks for writing!
Re: FILL | RN-001 [3/?]
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After the death of his father things moved fast for Brendol Hux II, which meant things moved quickly for Ren as well. Brendol was allowed to take his final examinations the day after his father was buried. He passed with flying colors and became the youngest person to graduate from the academy. A genius is what his tutors called him. Ren wasn’t surprised, this boy had shown he had the strategic foresight of a man five times his age when he was only nine years old.
The vast majority of the officers commanding Star Destroyers at the time were more hesitant. Brendol had just killed his father in cold blood, that technically wasn’t the truth but they didn’t know that, any officers with skeletons in their closet wouldn’t want a man as perceptive as Brendol on board their ship. He was finally placed on the ship of a promising lieutenant, and given the rank of captain. Ren would remain close to Brendol but could no longer serve as his personal guard in an official capacity. It didn’t matter that Brendol would now oversee the entire Stormtrooper training program, per his father’s will, no exceptions could be made for such a young officier. Ren would still be stationed on the same Star Destroyer and assist with training Stormtroopers in their last stages of education before they entered combat.
Their new positions made it difficult for Brendol and Ren to see one another. They passed each other regularly and Ren would report to Brendol on a weekly basis but it was less personal and nowhere near as often as when they lived in the Hux compound. They didn’t even see each other at night with Ren was sleeping in the Stormtrooper barracks and Brendol in the officer quarters. The death of his father made Brendol more careful, less brazen. He would rarely address Ren by his designation, he’d rarely address him at all because he would often struggle not to call him ‘Ren’ the way he had that night.
They became like two planets whose orbits occasionally led them to pass one another. Close enough to feel each other’s pull, but not close enough to touch. It remained like that for months, years Ren finding solace in training younger Stormtroopers and watching Brendol ruthlessly cut down those he found less than worthy on his way up the ranks. By the age of nineteen he was named lieutenant. He was granted his own Star Destroyer, an older model, with promises of a better one should he continue to move up.
His new position provided him with new freedom and their first night on board the old ship Ren found himself being called to Lieutenant Hux’s personal quarters. “Lieutenant Hux, you called?” He spoke quietly, his voice modulated by his helmet.
Brendol smirked, a delicate red eyebrow rose before he pulled Ren into his room. “Indeed I did Ren.” He pulled off Ren’s helmet and set it on the counter of the miniature kitchen his rank provided him. “I missed seeing your face. You’ve grown tall, you’re finally going to be taller than I am.”
Ren shook his head, his emotions hidden behind an impenetrable mask. “It’s what you wanted isn’t it?” Hux froze. At first he thought he had said too much. They never spoke about their initial meeting or the conditioning Ren went through.
“That’s true enough. You were going to be tall anyway. They took x-rays when they brought you in. Had you been given a different supplement combination it would have stunted your growth.” Hux explained. Ren had no idea if it was true or not, but Brendol had never lied to him before. “Now, Ren, there was something I wanted to do, something I couldn’t do before now. I think it’s something you want as well but if I’m wrong… you can stop me if I’m wrong. I won’t be mad.” Brendol leaned in a kissed the Stormtrooper who had been his closest companion since childhood.
Ren returned it. It wasn’t what he expected when he came here but it didn’t mean it was unwelcome. Brendol was the only person he felt more than a casual comradery or distain for. He saved him because Brendol was his friend, his ally, and perhaps more than that. Kissing the other man was pleasant. His mouth tasted like mint. “I wasn’t expecting that.” Ren admitted.
Hux frowned. “Did you not enjoy it?”
Ren shook his head. “I think I did, but I can’t be certain. May we try again sir?” he asked hesitantly.
This time Brendol kissed him with more force than before. Their tongues twined in a dance that Ren found strange but enjoyable. He allowed Brendol to win dominance, it was only right that he lead. That night Ren spent the night in Brendol’s room, discovering the changes in one another’s bodies. Brendol’s face was rough, almost invisible hairs were beginning to grow on his face. They would be gone in the morning, shaved away in a daily ritual. Ren had more freckles now, or at least Brendol thought he did, perhaps he was just seeing more of him then he had before.
The next morning they hesitantly returned to their given roles. Both guarding a new secret, something precious. Having Brendol lead a ship wasn’t that different from being stationed under someone else. The main difference was the nights. Now half of his nights were spent in a bed much comfier than his own. A bed that belonged to Brendol Hux.
Time moved faster for them with the added responsibility. Brendol began working on a project that would help him reach his goal of general. The idea seemed strange to Ren when he first heard it. A weapon more powerful than the death star. Built into the core of a planet to harvest energy from nearby stars. It seemed like a fantasy but Brendol ran the numbers, calculated the cost, and determined what resources would be needed three times over before presenting it to the supreme leader.
The plan was approved contingent on finding a suitable planet. Brendol lead his rusty old ship into some of the deepest reaches of space before finding a cold forsaken wasteland that fit the necessary criteria in terms of size and distance from the star that served to warm it. He was twenty four years old when his final approval was granted and Brendol was given a new rank to go with his new project. As general, Brendol was granted even more freedom if that was even possible. He had huge ships full of Stormtroopers that had not been trained in combat. These troopers would manage the facilities while Ren, and a new trooper, a woman by the name of Phasma oversaw them and trained them in the combat skills they were lacking so that the new base would have a dual purpose operational and defensive force.
“She trained them at the facility.” Brendol explained one night in bed. “She really is impressive. I mean she’s not you.” Ren was much taller now and his body curled around the red-head’s smaller form. “She’s impressive though. Powerful.” Ren’s eyes were unfocused. He started to hear distant voices around the time that they arrived here. At first he thought that they were caused by troopers outside their rooms. The base was still under construction after all. They were infrequent at the start though and they didn’t come on any set schedule.
The voices were the least of his concerns however. The new troopers were a handful. They ranged from bad to great with a variance unlike others he trained. He wondered if perhaps this was what it was normally like, that some troopers that would normally be weeded out during combat were allowed to live when facilities work needed to be done. One in his group stood out to him. He kept his squad under control despite the caustic personalities and weak link. His designation was FN-2187 and something told Ren he was different from the others.
Ren was surprised when he found himself offering to train the younger trooper after a particularly bad day of voices ringing in his head. The trooper was trying to learn to shoot better, something Brendol ensured Ren excelled at and an all too often overlooked skill among troopers. They spent a lot of time together and formed a bond that was similar to friendship. It was the second of such bonds Ren had formed. It would never be as close as his bond with Hux but it was nice to have someone to speak to on nights when Hux was up all night filing reports and Ren had to sleep in the barracks.
Re: FILL | RN-001 [3/?]
i love the idea dearly, how bren and kyle more or less grow up togeter in a master-servant -bodyguard type trope!
(and how brilliant, that it was ren, who killed the elder brendol! )
i even like your take on snoke here, and his total approval of brendol jr....there is not a single thing i dont like!
and i cant wait to have you post it at ao3, so that i can download, bookmark, rec and print out, and devour!
Re: FILL | RN-001 [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-01-24 01:16 am (UTC)(link)Today was one of the rare occasions he beat Brendol back to his room. Bren would only have him come when he knew he would be there. He felt Ren entering when he wasn’t there would be seen as suspicious. Ren sat at a chair before Hux’s desk, his body bent forward, his mask next to his elbow, his face in his hands. He didn’t even notice when Brendol walked in. He didn’t sense him until Brendol pulled him into a hug. He knew Brendol liked feeling taller, it was a control thing. So he twisted his body in his seat rather than standing. “You look awful Ren. Is there an illness travelling around the barracks?” he asked concerned. Ren wouldn’t know if he looked awful. He hadn’t looked in Brendol’s mirror and the trooper barracks didn’t have them. They were an unnecessary luxury.
“I have a headache. The voices are getting louder and FN-2003 almost shot me today. It was not the best day.” Brendol looked concerned and a little miffed that one of the lowly troopers Ren trained dared to hurt him. “It was an accident. I was lucky though, I saw it coming and was able to get out of the way or maybe it just wasn’t as close as I thought.” Brendol frowned as if considering something.
“And the voices are worse?” Bren asked, his face betraying his obvious frustration.
Ren nodded. “Yeah, it’s no affecting my work though. Don’t worry.” Brendol smiled, proud of Ren’s perseverance.
“Are you hungry? Or do you want to sleep?” Brendol knew Ren wasn’t up for anything beyond cuddling on nights like this and he was lucky Brendol was willing to accommodate him.
“I tried to eat tonight but I couldn’t get much more than a protein bar down. I just want to go to sleep.” Bren nodded.
“Of course, let’s get changed and I’ll lie with you until you fall asleep.” He ran his fingers through Ren’s soft buzz cut. “I’ll still have to have a droid bring food but I can eat after you fall asleep.”
Within five minutes they were both in bed, Brendol playing big spoon despite being the shorter of the two. Again, it made him feel better. Ren didn’t mind, the soft fingers rubbing up and down his body lulled him to sleep.
What Ren didn’t know was the moment he fell asleep Brendol not only ordered food but also pulled out his person holopad to run some numbers. What he did hear was a murmured exclamation of “Shit.”
Ren looked up, sleep still in his eyes to see Brendol running a hand through his hair clearly stressed out. The lamp was the only thing on, it meant that is was late. “Bren?” he whispered, his voice coming out as more of a whine. “What’s wrong?”
Brendol stood up and walked over to his weary lover. “It’s nothing. I just found an issue with calculations that were made for The Stormtrooper program. It puts me in a tough spot.” He placed a hand on Ren’s hair and sighed. Something was bothering him and if Ren was more awake he would object and demand that Brendol tell him the truth but half asleep he couldn’t fully see the lies Bren was weaving. Brendol flicked the light switch and laid down. He pulled Ren into his arms a held him in silence for a few minutes. Just when Ren thought he might fall back asleep he heard Brendol’s voice. “Ren? If I was ordered to choose between you and The First Order what would you want me to do?”
Ren huffed and turned around. That was a horrible question for pillow talk. “I’d expect you to do what you believe to be correct. I would not hold it against you if that was The First Order. I am replaceable. It would take time but Phasma could help in the interim.” Brendol gripped him tighter. His entire body stiff as a board.
Ren could tell Brendol was lost in thought. He could feel the stress radiating off of his entire body. He wasn’t sure what had Brendol in such a state. “What is it Bren? Did I do something wrong?”
Brendol shook his head. Ren felt it against his back. “No, it’s just. We need to leave.”
Ren sat up and turned around. “What? Brendol? What are you talking about?”
“I’ve mapped out all the possible ways this could go down once Snoke finds out what’s been happening to you.” Brendol frowned sitting up as well. “He’ll order your death or at least force you to have a surgery that would likely result in your death. The men responsible for this fuck-up are dead and he won’t like that. Best case scenario is a demotion, worst case is my death as well.”
Ren looked at Brendol his eyes wild. “What are you talking about? What is he going to want you dead for? And let’s not forget that he needs your plans for Starkiller. It will take another five years at least to complete.”
Brendol shook his head. “He already as my plans. It will slow him down but he can build it without me. I am just as replaceable but we need to go now, the more time we spend thinking about it the more that might go wrong.”
Ren shook his head. “All right. Whatever you need. I promised I would follow you no matter what and that hasn’t changed.”
“Please put on your uniform and prepare the ship. I’ll grab a to-go bag and see if I can dig up some civilian clothes for us.” Ren scoffed. Brendol hadn’t worn civilian clothes since he entered the military. He was never without his uniform. Even if he had them they might not even fit anymore.
They dressed quickly, Ren leaving the room immediately after replacing his helmet. He headed towards the hanger and grabbed a small ship he knew Brendol favored. He still wasn’t sure what it was that made his lover so panicky but he said he would follow and nothing would change that. He didn’t expect FN-2187 to come in while he was preparing the ship however. “Hello sir, what brings you here so late?”
Ren was used to lying to those under his command, after all he had never spoken to anyone about the less professional aspects of his relationship with Bren. “Yes, FN-2187, I am escorting General Hux to a meeting off base that is taking place tomorrow. It’s a bit early to leave but there has been some trouble in the region and he doesn’t want to risk being late. You know how the general feels about tardiness. Please, do not concern yourself and complete your rounds instead.
“Yes sir.”
Preparations continued. Fuel gauges and supplies were all checked. Approval was received from the bridge the moment he mentioned General Hux. Now all he was waiting on was the man himself. “I grabbed some spare clothes in case we are delayed longer than necessary.” Brendol announced when he came into the room. Although Ren hadn’t mentioned the excuse Brendol seemed to be on the same page as usual. Bren only mentioned the possibility of delay to make it seem normal.
“Good, I received permission to take off. Do you want me to fly or would you rather?” he asked.
Brendol offered a tense smile. “I will. I might need your help when we get close to our destination though.”
Ren raised an eyebrow under his helmet. “And where are we going?”
Brendol heard him but he didn’t respond until they were in hyperspace. The silence between them tangible. “The resistance base on D’Qar. We need to seek refuge from your parents.” Brendol responded his teeth gritted.
“What?” Ren asked his eyes wide under his helmet.
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“Do you remember what your designation stands for?” Hux asked as if his reveal was the most natural thing in the world.
Ren nodded. “Of course, they always said it was R for Republic because most Stormtroopers are taken from the outer rim where there is less oversight for these things.” The N was the year he was taken, the fourteenth year since Hux senior’s program began.
Brendol smirked. “Yes, and no, the R is for Rebel Alliance, or what would now the Resistance. You are the only child that was taken from right under The Resistance’s nose. You were special and they wanted to take that away any advantage they might gain.”
Ren was suddenly overheated, his mask felt more like a noose than anything else. He took it off to meet Brendol eye to eye. Ren didn’t need to hear this. He had long come to terms with the idea of never having a real family. Family could hurt you, abuse you. No, having Brendol was more than enough. “Why are you telling me this? I don’t want to know.”
Brendol sighed. “Because you should know why we’re running, Ren. You should know why you were taken.”
Ren shook his head. “I was taken so I could be with you, isn’t that enough!” Ren pleaded. He felt as if something inside of him would break if he knew the truth.
“No, Ren, listen, I love you but you have to know before you get there. Snoke took you because you were force sensitive, because your lineage meant you would be powerful.” Hux raised his voice, the concern that he so often kept hidden was suddenly evident. “The doctors kriffing… they messed up Ren. They were supposed to suppress your powers entirely but they forgot to account for the fact that your powers would grow with control as you aged. That’s what you’re feeling.”
Ren placed his hands over his ears. “Stop. Bren. Stop. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this, I said I would follow you but not as this. Not as some child of The Resistance.”
Hux flicked on autopilot and walked over to Ren. He pulled the taller man close. “You don’t have to. You can keep following me however you want to. We need to go there though. They’re the only ones with enough power to hide us from Snoke. Even if you don’t know them they will know you and that is something that can’t be hidden. I’ll tell them off for you. You’ll still be Ren if you want.” Though Hux wouldn’t admit it Ren thought he might secretly be relieved that Ren wanted to remain unchanged. He wasn’t sure why he felt like he could feel Hux better now. Perhaps it was the silence of space that made his lover’s thoughts so clear. They remained like that for what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. A small amount of time and yet it felt like hours.
They only pulled away from one another when a transmission came through their comms. “You are entering protected space, please identify yourself.” The voice came over their fuzzy comm unit from the planet below.
“All right, now that we’re agreed, let’s see how this goes.” Brendol pulled away and walked back to the pilot’s chair. “This is Brendol Hux the Second, I have one other passenger on board, a member of my personal guard, and my lover. We have committed an act of treason against The First Order and we seek refuge in exchange for information.”
There was silence and for a moment they weren’t sure the transmission went through. A different voice came through the transmission. “Please repeat?”
Bren frowned. “This is Brendol Hux, I have one passenger aboard with me. We have committed an act of treason against The First Order and we seek refuge in exchange for information.”
The voice came through again, quickly this time. “Permission to land. Please exit your ship with your hands up.”
Brendol looked to Ren for confirmation. This was their last chance to turn back, they couldn’t go home but they could try to hide even if their recapture was inevitable. Ren nodded.
“Preparing for landing.” Brendol spoke into the machine. As Brendol landed the ship, Ren took off the rest of his armor, leaving only the black undersuit. He figured The Resistance wouldn’t take kindly to a Stormtrooper in full armor. It was difficult taking in off. For years it had been his defense against the world, protection from everyone other than Brendol and now people would be able to see him as he truly was.
When Brendol had the ship on the ground he looked to Ren. He could see how uncomfortable his lover was, and he pulled his greatcoat, which he had discarded along with bag and placed it over Ren’s shoulders. “I know it’s not the same but I always felt as if this was my armor, hopefully it will work for you as well.” He offered Ren a small smile pulling the hatch to open the automatic door.
Once the door began to open Brendol placed his hands above his head, Ren followed suit. As the door rose they could see from the countless sets of boots that they had been surrounded. When the door completed its motion they saw their captors all held blasters. They wasted no time in handcuffing Ren and Hux, the fact that they were willing made no difference when dealing with The Resistance and they were led in front of a woman, single file, Hux in front of her with Ren standing behind him. She was smaller in stature. Her hair mostly gray, the brown streaks of what must have been her original hair color were now few and far between. “General Brendol Hux. Out of all of The First Order lackeys I could never had predicted you’d deflect. And for a lover, no less. Tell me who could have captured the heart of the heartless gen…” her sentence was cutoff when she looked around Hux to see Ren. Her eyes began to fill with tears and Ren wondered what was it that had made this woman so emotional? He wasn’t experienced with females but none of the female Stormtroopers cried over themselves or anyone else. What made this woman so upset that it brought her to tears?
Hux intercepted the woman, pulling against the guard to stand in front of Leia, blocking Ren from her voice. “He can feel The Force. If they tried to suppress it again there was a large chance he might not survive given the delicate nature of the procedure. I couldn’t allow that to happen to Ren.” Hux never spoke his name in front of others so hearing it now what something of a surprise to Ren. The way it was spoke however was so forceful it left no room for argument.
Leia nodded. Something, passed between her and Hux that was beyond Ren’s detection. “Take Hux to interrogation. Send Ren, to holding for now. We’ll speak to him next.” The way she said his name made Ren think that she was disgusted with him. He wasn’t certain why that bothered him. She was a stranger, one that up until a few hours ago would have been his enemy, why would he be bothered by what she thought?
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Ren tried to recall his training. He was supposed to remain calm and vigilant if he were ever captured. Well, that and kill himself but he was fairly confident that Brendol would object to the later. It was difficult, especially when he was concerned for Bren. He was supposed to protect him and he couldn’t do that if the other male was being interrogated. He laid down on a small pull out cot that barely fit his body to try and rest, collect his thoughts before they took him to interrogation. When he closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander he could almost hear Brendol’s voice and another, maybe the crying woman?
“General Hux, what is it that you want? I don’t believe that you would bring my son back out of the goodness of your own heart.” Brendol scoffed.
“Well, first, I didn’t bring your son back. I brought my personal guard, Ren, designation RN-001 if you prefer. You’ll find that our Stormtrooper program is rather thorough which means that even a child taken at the age of five would have no recollection of their former life.” Stormtroopers were normally taken as infants so Ren’s case was rather unique. “Second, while my feelings for Ren played a role in my decision you would be correct it stating that I didn’t do this without cause. The failure of the chips used to regulate Ren’s midi-chlorian count once his hormones balanced out is an unforgivable crime. The Supreme Leader decreed Ren should either be dead, or preferably a loyal member of Stormtrooper Corps. As the current head of the program, I am responsible for this failing regardless of the fact that I was nine at the time of the procedure. The Supreme Leader doesn’t take failure well and I would prefer to live or die based on my own actions rather than the actions of others.”
Ren chuckled, the voices fading when he heard the sound of a door slamming nearby. Brendol both hated and respected his father and to die for his failings would be the ultimate insult. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the voices again.
“…you want from us?” the woman’s voice again.
“I was hoping that we might be provided with a safe haven in return for information.” Brendol answered, his voice even.
“And why would I do that for the man who raped and brainwashed my son?” The woman was trying to restrain her rage.
“Raped and brainwashed? I think you’ll find Ren and I both desired our current relationship and that any brainwashing that might have occurred has long since faded. Ren isn’t loyal to The First Order. He’s only loyal to me because we share a bond built up over countless years.”
The woman smirked. “So you’re saying he has Stockholm syndrome.”
Brendol looked down and Ren could feel his shame as deeply as if it were his own. Ren felt an anger at the thought of anyone would make Brendol feel ashamed of himself. It was as if without his mask to hide behind his emotions were taking control of him.
Ren heard a loud bang and was pulled away from Brendol and the woman. He looked over to the door of the cell to find the bars crumpled in a heap at his feet. It seemed they had spontaneously collapsed in on themselves and for a moment Ren considered going to retrieve Brendol. He only stopped because he figured it would not be a good show of faith when they were trying to seek refuge from these individuals. Still, he couldn’t seem to connect with Brendol and the woman again, their voices dulled beyond what he could hear.
Luckily he wasn’t left to wonder what they were discussing for long. Brendol was brought by his cell on a way down the hall and while the guards both raised an eyebrow at the state of the door they didn’t say anything, leaving the woman following behind them to speak instead. “Did you find our accommodations not to your liking?” she asked.
Ren shook his head. “No, I thought that was a feature.”
She chuckled. “Ren is it? Do you know who I am?”
Ren tensed but he wasn’t sure why. “You’re General Leia Organa, the head of The Resistance and…” he paused unsure if he should say more. “…biologically speaking you’re my mother.”
She had tears in her eyes again. He wished she would stop that. It was a shameful display of human emotion. It showed she was weak. “Yes, I am. General Hux says you’re not my son anymore… but you know me.”
Ren shook his head. “I heard you. I thought it was just a dream at first but Bren’s logic was spot on. He never sounds as brilliant as he actually is in my dreams. I don’t do it justice. He’s right though. I’m not your son. Whoever I was back then is long gone.”
She actually cried this time. “I failed you. I’m so sorry Ben.”
Ah, so that was where Ben came from. He was born Ben. He wondered if that was why Hux decided to call him Ren… because it was already so close. “You failed him. That much is true. You’re not alone though, he isn’t the only child who was taken. Besides, I am happy as the man I am now. I would think, as a parent that would be most important.”
She shook her head. “But he brainwashed you.”
“No!” his rage rose up for a moment. “No, he didn’t. You’re probably unaware of the protocols that go into making a Stormtrooper but Brendol requested the lowest level of conditioning so as to retain my metal state and intelligence. My conditioning was broken years ago. Brendol asked me to help him. He was alone, no one to trust. I didn’t have anyone back then. So we chose to trust each other.” Ren spoke gently.
She was also angry, also frustrated. He could tell but she hid it much better than he did. “That’s called Stockholm syndrome. He twisted you into believing you love him even as he holds your leash.”
“NO!” The sound of steel crumbling. One of the nearby cell doors must have broken. “Brendol is many things but he’s not a rapist. He didn’t twist me into loving him. We’ve both done wrong but Brendol never hurt me. I won’t have you making him believe I don’t love him for my own sake!” he was screaming, his cheeks wet. When did he start crying, why was he so weak.
“REN! Enough.” A voice spoke over them both. It was Brendol. It must have been his cell that opened when the other door collapsed. “I’m glad you believe in me. I am. I also appreciate your defense of my character but, you’ve protected me for so long. I need to protect myself, I will to protect us both now. Okay?” Brendol stepped into the cell, the guards too dumbstruck to do anything about it.
Ren nodded trying to focus on his breathing. “Of course.”
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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.
Re: FILL | RN-001 [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2016-01-25 12:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL | RN-001 [7/7]
I loved this! Absolutely loved this!
I really like how Leia ended up just tolerating Hux. To accept him would have been too much to ask, and really, the situation is shady no matter how much Bren and Ren defend each other.
I also like how there are consequences to all that happened: Ren doesn't want to be called Ben, he is cut off from the Force, his relationship with his parents is still awkward. It really adds weight to all that happened.
Part of me, the greedy Solo-Family-feels slut with no shame, is screaming "Moooooore!" But that just shows how good the fic is. The epilogue works very nicely, so good job!! And thanks again!