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Fill: Deaged! First Order [1]
(Anonymous) 2016-01-20 09:09 am (UTC)(link)Any mistakes are mostly due to me being exhausted af right now and having read through this so many times. I have more and will post it tomorrow probably, when it's not 3am.
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She thought it was a hallucination at first.
She blinked a few times, positive that her meditation was just working too well, or that she wasn't getting enough oxygen in the dense pine forest on this newly acquired base the resistance had decided to call home. Something, anything, to explain why there were three children – a young boy of maybe three, another maybe a year older with a shock of shaggy red hair, and a girl that's maybe nine, standing ramrod straight – in front of her where there previously was no one.
She stares at them all, open mouthed, until Chewbacca exited the backdoor of the barracks that almost no one used, all of twenty feet away. All four pairs of eyes were instantly on him.
“Uncle Chewie!” the littlest boy cried, running for the wookiee. Rey watched as he hugged his legs, while Chewbacca let out a confused noise. His hand rested on the top of his head but he refused to pick him up, despite his whining.
It was then, of course, that the General followed after him, stopping dead in her tracks when she recognized just who that little boy was.
“Momma,” He calls, “Momma, uppy.”
She picked him up, her hands trembling so badly Rey could see them from her perch on her rock.
“Momma,” Ben Solo whines, looking at her, “Where's Dada? I don't feel him.”
In that moment, Leia Organa, General of the resistance, a woman who Rey knew as always composed in front of everyone, looked truly terrified.
“Shit.”
“Phasma. Designation DI-7341. Age Nine and a half.”
“Brendol Hux Junior, General,” Hux looks a little sheepish, “I don't have a designation yet. I'm only four and won't start the academy until next year.”
“That's fine, Brendol, really,” The General shoots him a smile, “we know quite a bit about you already. I'm just making sure you match with our medical readings.”
“Yes, since we have apparently regressed in age and memories and come to the hands of the resistance without any sort of reason.”
“Do we know if it's not a separate timeline?” Rey asks, “Maybe they're just here from an alternate reality?”
“There's no way of knowing yet,” Luke says firmly, “I feel like there would be more of a disturbance than just having Ben so close if they were, but there's no way of knowing if they're from another plane of existence until we see if we can get some sort of info out of the First Order.”
It's then that Finn bounds in like an overeager puppy, Poe at his heels.
“Poe wanted to come when he heard. The whole base is talking.”
“I should have expected it, as he never allows you to go anywhere without him.”
Finn doesn't do anything, not even blush, because his eyes have caught on the the corner of the room.
“Is that really...?”
He gestures to Ben, who's dozing lightly on Chewbacca's shoulder, his tiny body tucked along his lap.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don't know,” Rey admits, “One minute I was meditating and the next they were there.”
“What the hell. And these two are...”
“Hux and Phasma. That's why I needed you, I figured if anyone can tell us something about them as children, it would be you.”
Finn shrugs, “Phasma was my Captain, but Hux was a General, and frankly, Ma'am, we weren't nearly as cuddly with our officers as you guys are. I know no more than you do about their childhoods, except that Phasma's was probably a lot like mine. And you already have all the info on that on file.”
“I was your Captain?” Phasma asks, interested, “How are you here, then?”
“I defected. Had to save the best damn pilot in the resistance, didn't I?”
“Impossible. The Commandant's methods eliminate all desire to defect. To insist their was a failure is to speak ill of the system, and of Brendol Hux.”
“Well they didn't work, Kiddo. Finn's the one that busted me out, and I can assure you, he was a stormtrooper before that. No offense to this little guy,” Poe says, running his fingers playfully through Hux's hair, “but Brendol Hux's methods aren't as great as everyone thinks.”
Phasma humphs at that, her arms crossing her chest. Hux, on the other hand, seemed to be more fascinated by Poe than his father's failure.
“You're a pilot?” Hux asks, looking up at Poe with wide eyes.
“Best damn pilot in the resistance, as they say,” Poe grins, all swagger. Finn snorts in response, rolling his eyes.
“I've never met a pilot before,” Hux murmurs, clearly interested but trying to put forth some sort of nonchalant attitude like Phasma. Poe shot a look at Finn, smiles on both their faces.
“You want to see our X-wings?”
His eyes are impossibly wide when they meet Finn's.
“Can I?!”
“Sure thing,” Poe scoops him up, resting him on his hip. “General?”
She waves him off, “Go ahead, since neither one of you is being helpful you might as well play babysitters. I'll come get you if there's anything you need to know.”
Poe gave a rather relaxed salute, following Finn out the door. Hux's voice carried down the hall, asking a million questions of Poe, and Poe trying to keep up. Finally, Phasma was left alone with General Organa and the Wookiee, Ben napping comfortably in his lap.
“General, I would like to request I not be given a chaperone, as I am of an age that makes me more than capable to handle things on my own.”
“Of course. You'll be allowed almost anywhere except restricted areas, and given the same clearance any child of 10 has around here, Phasma. I would ask that you come back in a few hours, after then I'm sure we'll have some sort of quarters drummed up for you. And please do stop calling me General, Leia will do just fine.”
“Yes, of course. May I be dismissed, General?”
Phasma supposes it was a bit cheeky, but Leia didn't look offended, she looked amused.
“Dismissed, Phasma.”
Re: Fill: Deaged! First Order [1]
(Anonymous) 2016-01-20 11:29 am (UTC)(link)Fill: Deaged! First Order [2]
(Anonymous) 2016-01-21 02:59 am (UTC)(link)Hux is attention starved.
Finn realizes it within the first hour they spend together, the three of them in the hanger, first watching Poe go over his X-wing as he does every morning, and then going up for some practice runs while he and Finn watch. He starts by constantly asking questions in a shy, hesitant way, as if he's waiting for someone to demand his silence. He realizes about a half hour in that Poe is more than willing to answer, and Finn is too when he can, and his mouth runs and runs, his eyes wide and excited as he soaks up everything they can tell him like a sponge.
He asks about the X-wing, and then what Poe's missions are like, and then how Finn escaped the First Order. He asks about Poe's family, and Yavin 4, and a million questions about BB-8 and how to speak droid. He asks about this new base, about D'Qar, about where they fit all the new recruits and how they train them. By the time he tires himself out of questions it's time for lunch, which results in a brand new slew of them, mostly about what the food actually is (something Finn can't begrudge him on, since he was the same when he first arrived.)
He settles on a little bit of everything, the cooks charmed and amused by this tiny version of a man who is all but a murderous psychopath to them loudly proclaiming that everything is the best he's ever had and thanking them profusely for making it for him. When he goes back for seconds he returns to his seat between Poe and Finn with three times the helpings of chocolate pudding they normally get and a double order of fries made of the blue potatoes native to this planet.
Snap and Jessika, who had since arrived and met Finn and Poe's charge with awkward bemusement, just stare as he scarfs down what someone twice his size shouldn't be able to finish.
“You're gonna have to slow down buddy,” Snap says around a fork full of rice, “you're gonna make yourself sick.”
“I've never had something like this,” He says, his eyes wide as he wipes the pudding on his lips with his sleeve. He misses some, and Finn takes his napkin to get the rest from the corners of his mouth.
Jess looks up from her tray, “They don't have pudding on your planet?”
“If they do I'm not allowed. Father insists I eat the same diet they do at the academy so I'll be ready when I start next year, so I don't get sugar or much salt. I've never had anything chocolate before.”
Jess and Snap look at him with a mix of horror and pity at that, and Jess nudges her carrot cake forward for him to eat.
He decides he likes that best, and declares Jessika is his new favorite friend for sharing.
“What are you doing?”
Rey looked up from the part in her hand, to where Phasma had hopped up to sit a few feet away, her face masked in the same cool, unenthused look she'd held since Rey accidentally brought her here.
“It's part of Snap's X-wing,” She explained, “ Or what was his X-wing. After it took a hit he's been flying the only spare we have and it's been all hands on deck to help get his done so he doesn't ruin another. Most of the wiring is older and fried now so it needs to be stripped out.”
“Is that not boring?”
Rey shrugged, “I don't mind it. It's nice, methodical work. Plus, anything is better than meditation for hours and hours on end with Luke.”
“Ah, yes. Where did you find Luke Skywalker, anyway?”
Rey pauses, raising an eyebrow at the blonde. She let out a sigh in response, running her fingers through her short hair. She had made her way through a few data chips in the library during lunch that dealt with First Order business, with the entire incident of the Starkiller base particularly fascinating occurrence. So much of it was classified, though, and unusable.
“I suppose I will never get anything useful to our cause while here.”
“You don't even know if you'll retain your memories when you go back. Anyway, the First Order isn't worth it, Phasma.”
Phasma feels genuinely offended by that. “The cause is everything.”
“Ben and Hux don't seem to be think so.”
Phasma made a face.
“They are young and weak, and will learn that the only way is the First Order's way.”
Rey rolled her eyes, carefully stripping out a few of the shredded wires before reached for the higher gauge she intended to replace them with, “I'm sure that way of thinking gets you a lot of friends, doesn't it?”
She looked away, watching where Finn sat with Hux on his lap while Poe puttered around with one of his crew's X-wing. Hux must've said something because he bolted up and ran, Poe chasing after him with his greasy hands. She could hear Finn's laughter and Hux's giggles when Poe caught him up in his arms all the way across the hanger, his droid beeping at the both of them.
“I don't need friends.”
Rey sighed, “I didn't think I did, either, growing up on Jakku. But coming here, having Finn and Poe and Jessika and the whole lot of these crazies, I can't imagine how I survived in solitude now.”
Phasma doesn't respond, instead choosing to watch her as she continued fixing the compressor's wiring.
Rey finishes in silence, setting it aside and before retrieving another part. Just as Phasma gets bored of watcing her and is about to jump down from her perch, a small group of children her own age approach her, all of them looking nervous.
“Ask her!” One of the girls whispers, shoving the boy forward. He's maybe a year younger than Phasma, though slightly taller and more gangly.
“Um, you trained with the First Order?”
Phasma raises an eyebrow, “Yes?”
“Well, uh, we're playing Troopers versus Pilots, and we were wondering if you wanna be on our team? The older kids always call being Pilots and they're better than us at this mostly 'cause they're trained a little bit with tracking and stuff, so we figure since you actually know what Stormtroopers do and they don't, we'd be able crush them, easy.”
She tilts her head to the side, confused, “You want me to help you crush the resistance... in a game?”
“Well yeah,” The girl who'd shoved the boy forward says, “I mean our blasters aren't real or anything. We wear wristbands with sensors so when we get hit they just light up and refuse to fire and we're out, but still. It'd be pretty cool for us to destroy them.”
A slow smile spreads itself across Phasma's face at the thought. Crushing the resistance with her tactics, even just for play, was something she could do, and might actually be amusing.
And hey, Rey was telling her to make friends, wasn't she?
“Well, let's go then.”
When Phasma enters the dining hall that night, her head held high with a toy blaster strapped to her back and a gaggle of victorious yet muddy and sweaty 10 year olds behind her, Rey has bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing.
Re: Fill: Deaged! First Order [2]
(Anonymous) 2016-01-23 03:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Deaged! First Order [2]
(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 04:49 am (UTC)(link)