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FILL: Gen AU, age chances - Finn & Poe escape
(Anonymous) 2016-01-31 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)He shouldn’t even ask it, but he couldn’t help himself as he looked up to Captain Phasma.
« Where is FN-1199? »
She was towering over him, tall and strong. Ever since he had first met her, he always felt that she could crush him under her feet if she wanted to.
« He was killed on Jakku » she answered in an indifferent tone that froze FN-2817’s blood in his veins.
He muffled a sob in his chest. FN-1199 had been the closest thing he had to a friend. He had always felt different from the other kids. He had no nickname. Sometimes he would say or do something, and they would all look at him with a mix of fear and disgust. He had felt alone for as long as he could remember.
His loneliness had had its advantages. All the kids were supposed to watch each other, but since the others seemed to avoid him, he could disappear for an hour or two. He had used it to explore the Finalizer. He discovered an extensive network of ventilation shafts running over the rooms. It was during on his expeditions that he had stumbled upon FN-1199.
He had been hiding in a supply room, sitting against the wall, his helmet on the ground before him. Crying. FN-2187 had never seen an adult cry before. His first instinct had been to crawl away, because crying was bad and weak and you should report it to your tutor if you saw someone cry.
FN-2187 didn’t trust the tutors. He remembered that during a test a young girl had started sobbing next to him, and the tutors took her by the arm and guided her out of the room. There was a cold, determined expression on their face has they did so, that frightened FN-2187.
He never saw the girl again.
He had recognized vaguely FN-1199 as someone from the FN corps. All the FN lived in the same area on the Finalizer, but the younger ones weren’t supposed to talk to the older ones, outside of sanctioned “motivation meetings” during class.
As quietly as possible, he removed one of the ceiling square plates over a supply closet. Once on top of the closet, he noticed that FN-1199 had jumped on his feet and was standing before him, arms open, ready to catch him if he ever fell.
That was how it all started.
FN-2187 was the one who listened at first, trying to cheer him up. FN-1199 knew he had subpar results. At the fear of not knowing what would happen to him if he kept failing, there was also the guilt of not being able to serve the First Order correctly. They all had in mind the goal of serving it, each of them doing its one bit towards bringing order to the galaxy. Failure was not an option, and dishonor waited for these who couldn’t serve the Order properly.
They shared their fears and their worries about themselves and the people they knew. FN-1199 reminded FN-2187 of the girl who cried and disappeared.
He feared that FN-1199 would disappear too.
And now, it was all over.
“Go back to your quarters and go to sleep. I’m going to schedule an appointment at the reconditioning center for you tomorrow.”
FN-2187 nodded slowly, before turning around and taking the direction of the FN corps dormitory. Once he was sure Phasma couldn’t see him, he ran into the first empty room he saw, and let a sob explode in his chest.
He closed his fist into a ball. He had to do something. He didn’t want to get reconditioned. He wasn’t going to disappear like the girl and like his friend. He didn’t have much of a plan, but he knew that he could go places where adults wouldn’t think of looking for him, or where they couldn’t
follow him. Such were the perks of being only 4’5’’.
He locked the door behind him, pushed the table against the wall, climbed on it and reached the space over the ceiling.
He crawled slowly, trying to remember his mental map of the ventilation shafts running between the rooms. He regretted his lack of planning, because of the rooms below him were dark and didn’t give much of a clue as to where he was exactly. He took a right turn after a few minutes, and spotted light coming out of a misplaced ceiling plate. He crawled towards it.
An awful cry of pure pain paralyzed him. He had never heard something as frightening as that sound.
“The droid on Jakku has the Star Map” a disembodied voice declared. Kylo Ren, Finn deduced. He was a scary as Phasma, but thankfully he had only met him a handful of times. He heard the sound of the door opening and closing. Carefully, he moved the misplaced plate, getting a better look at what was inside the room.
There was a young man tied to a chair, clothes dirty. His chin was resting on his chest, and he couldn’t get a very good look at him from where he was standing. He could hear his ragged breath, and he felt a pinch in his heart. He could imagine very well what had happened. There was a rumor running among the kids on the base, that Kylo Ren had powers that could make you feel pain without touching you and that he could read your mind if you tried to hide something from the First Order.
There was no one else in the room. They had left him alone in there, probably with a guard at the entrance. He remembered his physical education lessons about learning how to fall without hurting yourself, and jumped down into the room.
The young man turned his head towards him. His traits were distorted in pain, his forehead covered in sweat. He had fresh cuts on his cheek and on his lower lip, blood still pearling from them. The most worrying thing about him was his eyes, full of despair, guilt and fear. He had seen these eyes before, on a Stormtrooper sitting alone on the floor of a supply room, crying his heart out because he felt that he was a failure.
“I’m here to rescue you” FN-2187 declared, and he walked towards, resting his hands over the man’s.
The captive was silent for a few seconds, mouth slightly open, drawing in ragged breaths, pupils moving wildly.
“No, you’re just a kid, you’re going to get killed” he answered, pushing his tied hands away from FN-2187 and closer to his chest. He looked away from him.
“I have a plan. And I know this ship very well.” He pointed towards the ceiling. “If we go through here, we won’t meet any guards.”
The man looked in the direction in which FN-2187 pointed at. He swallowed, his pupils going up and down to Finn and to the space over the ceiling.
“Okay” he finally said, closing his eyes. “I’m going with you.”
They used the chair in the interrogation room to reach the ceiling, the man going first before helping FN-2187 climb up the best he could with his tied hands. As an adult, it was much more difficult for him to crawl in the ventilation shafts, and he kept bumping his head or his shoulders on the walls. FN-2187 guided him towards the armory.
The man went down first, FN-2187 jumping behind him. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a vibroblade. “You’re going to have to trust me” FN-2187 explained as the blade started vibrating in his hands. The man answered by putting his tied hands before him.
The cuffs fell on the floor with a loud, metallic sound. FN-2187 winced. They stayed quiet for a few seconds, then heard the footsteps on a Stormtrooper in the hallway running towards their room. He glanced at the opening in the ceiling, realizing that they wouldn’t have time to push the furniture around to climb back up.
The man kicked the cuffs with his foot, sending them in the corner of the room. He took FN-2187’s blade from his hands, grabbed his shoulder and pushed him behind a pile of riot staves covered by a sheet. He tore off the sheet and draped it over them, before crouching down next to FN-2187 and pulling him tightly against him.
There was the sound of the door opening, and the Stormtrooper took a few steps into the room. The lights were on, and FN-2187 glanced at the man’s right arm, his hand clenched against the handle of the blade. He was holding his breath, looking down briefly at FN-2187 pressed against his chest. FN-2187 held his breath as well.
The Stormtrooper stood in the room for a few seconds that seemed like hours to FN-2187. He felt his heart beating like a drum on his chest, his lungs and his throat burning. Visions of the Stormtrooper pulling the sheet over them, killing them on the spot started flooding his mind. He closed his eyes shut, his hand clenching the shirt of the man.
He listened as the Stormtrooper walked away from us and as the door opened and closed behind him.
The man removed the sheet over them. FN-2187 unclenched the shirt of the man, and brushed the crease he had made on the fabric, a little embarrassed. The man was still crouched in front of him. He put a hand on FN-2187’s shoulder.
“You alright?” he asked in a whisper, slightly squeezing his shoulder.
“Yeah” he answered in the same way, shrugging. He tried to dodge the worried look the man was throwing at him. He was trained to be a First Order soldier, they had taught him to have a better grip of his emotions
than that.
The man nodded at him, and there was now a faint smile on his face that cheered FN-2187 a little. The man seemed to know what he was doing, and he was starting to believe that they had their chances.
“Now, we need to get you some new clothes because we’re never going to make it the hanger decks with you looking like that” FN-2187 explained, pointing to the man’s dirty clothes.
They were back over the ceiling when FN-2187 realized that there was a question he probably should have asked before freeing the man.
“Can you fly a TIE-fighter?”
The man turned around, hitting his head against the wall of the shaft in the process.
“I can fly anything” he answered, massaging his head, grinning despite the pain. “Where to?” he asked. The shaft divided itself in three directions.
“Left” FN-2187 indicated.
They ended up in another supply room, this one containing the uniforms for the officers. Next to it, they could hear the noise of the machines coming from the laundry and the beeping of the droids hard at work. FN-2187 looked at the wall as the man put on a First Order uniform.
“Done?” FN-2187 asked once he heard him zip up the boots. He turned around to see that the man was holding his folded leather jacket against his chest. He was biting his lower lip nervously.
“What’s wrong?” FN-2187 asked. The man was staring intensely at his item of clothing, not wanting to move.
“I – That’s my jacket. I know this sounds probably stupid to you but I don’t want to leave it behind.” he explained, looking at his feet.
FN-2187 scratched his head. He didn’t really understand. Clothing was clothing, if your shirt was damaged, you were simply given another one. However, he understood however that the man was conflicted, and that they were losing time.
“Give it to me.”
The man handed him the jacket, looking at him with curiosity. FN-2187 tucked the jacket under his own black shirt, pressing it against his chest so that it wouldn’t be too visible.
They walked out of the room, FN-2187 holding the man by the arm. He hoped they looked enough like a First Order officer bringing back a recruit to his quarters. He was guiding the man by squeezing on his arm whenever he had to take a turn.
There was a lot more people crossing their paths as they were closer to the hanger decks. FN-2187 felt his heart race again his chest. They crossed a group of Stormtroopers, and once again the vision of them firing at them, killing them in the middle of the room appeared before his eyes. He swallowed hard. Remember the training, focus on the objective and do not let your emotions cloud your judgment.
Once they were in the hangers, FN-2187 looked for any ship that could have been conveniently left alone. He felt the man taking a different direction than him, and he spotted an empty, open TIE-fighter. The man turned his head around him. There wasn’t anyone looking at them.
“Now is our chance” the man whispered, and they ran for the open door.
It was one of the older models the First Order still kept, with one seat for the pilot. FN-2187 closed the door behind them. He turned around, lowering his back. There really wasn’t much room, and FN-2187 didn’t have much of a choice besides sitting on the man’s lap.
The man strapped the harness over them both, and grabbed the fighter’s controls, turning the engines on. The TIE moved forward a bit, and then stopped moving altogether in a tremor. A red light blinked on the control panel, signaling that the fighter was still connected to the power alimentation.
The man groaned, and pushed the button under the light, freeing them.
They managed to escape the hanger deck without getting stopped. Once they were in space, FN-2187 watched as multiple dots appeared on the radar screen. Outside, a blaster shoot nearly hit them.
“Don’t worry, I got this” the man said, and he made a half turn, shooting in retaliation. A dot disappeared on the radar screen.
“Hey, what’s your name?” he asked, almost cheerfully, and FN-2187 was surprised at his tone.
“FN-2187” he answered, as the man made the TIE fighter take a nosedive towards another of their pursuers. He watched as the man shot at it, making him explode in a ball of yellow and red. FN-2187 swallowed hard. Yes, he hadn’t wanted to disappear, but until now he hadn’t expected anyone else to disappear.
“FN-21 what? They give you codenames?”
Yes, he thought. They were just part of a bigger order, a bigger machine.
“I’m not calling you FN-whatever. Where I’m from, we have real names. So, FN… what about Finn? Do you like Finn?” The TIE-fighter took a sharp turn to the right, dodging another blaster shot.
Finn. A name and no number. Not “member of the FN corps number 2187”. Finn, member of his own order with only him in it. The order of Finn. Not a part of a machine that could disappear and be replaced like a ripped shirt.
“Finn. Yes, I like it! I like a lot” he exclaimed joyfully. It felt liberating, and he toyed with the new name in his head, repeating it. Finn. A name for someone who wasn’t part of the First Order anymore. A name for someone who was free. The feeling of bliss was overwhelming, and he felt tears pearling at the corners of his eyes. He let them run freely, because right there, sitting on the man’s lap fighting for both their lives, there was no one to tell him what to do or how to feel. It was the best feeling in the world, he concluded.
“Nice to meet you, Finn. My name is Poe, Poe Dameron. I’m a pilot for the Resistance.”
Finn looked at the radar. All the dots were gone.
“We need to go to Jakku” he explained, and he took the direction of the desert planet on their left.
Finn looked up at him curiously. “Why?”
“My droid is still down there. It has a very important star map with it. It will lead us to someone that will help us fight the First Order.”
“Its name is BB-8” he continued, and Finn could hear that Poe was fond of it. “It is very cute. It’s round, white and orange and-”
A blaster shoot hit their TIE-fighter from behind, sending Finn’s head against the control panel. His vision darkened as he felt a surge of pain running all over his skull. He heard Poe yelling his name, before being swallowed by darkness.
Re: FILL: Gen AU, age chances - Finn & Poe escape
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(Anonymous) 2016-02-03 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Gen AU, age changes - Jakku (part 2)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-10 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)The Star Destroyer behind her house crashed sixteen years ago.
Her parents left her on Jakku five years ago, and Rey had patiently waited for them ever since.
Nothing changed on Jakku after that. She would explore the same wrecks, scavenge the same components, take the same path towards Niima Outpost, say hello to the same people, and sell her loot to the same person for food. Even the food didn’t change.
So the little astromech caught her eye, naturally. It was a new model, like she had never seen before. Its body is a ball, painted in white and orange and grey, rolling way ahead of her, beeping cheerfully. They had met the night before, when it explained to her that it was a Resistance droid on a secret mission for the General.
She had to muffle her laugh. Why would the general of the Resistance send a droid on a secret mission on Jakku? There was nothing but wrecks and people trying to con you out of the few credits you could have managed to make. She had offered to take a look at its circuitry to make sure it wasn’t just saying these things because there was too much sand in it. He had beeped angrily at her, daring her that tomorrow she take him into town and that they would surely find a Resistance agent who would help it. It promised that she would be a hero if she helped it.
She had shrugged. If it was telling the truth, she would get money out of the deal, probably. If it wasn’t, the droid was worth enough to buy the missing parts for her speeder.
Once they had reached Niima Outpost, and she saw how Unkar Plutt looked at the droid with envious eyes, she didn’t have the heart to sell the droid. The promise of 60 rations had been definitely tempting, but BB-8 had softly beeped at her, its photosensors pointed in her direction.
She immediately regretted her decision when she noticed two thugs cornering her behind Unkar’s stall. They drew out their vibro-shivs.
“Give us the droid and we’ll let you live” one of them threatened.
“I don’t target little girls, and I don’t want you to be the exception
today” the other one growled.
She grabbed her staff behind her back, holding it before her in a defensive position. “Come and get it if you want it!” she dared.
The first one jumped on her, shiv pointed before him. She grinned, crouching down, staff pointed upwards, and the man landed on her weapon, groaning in pain as his abdomen hit the end of her staff. She hit him on the head for good measure. Behind her, she heard the other man running towards her, and all she had to do was pull on her stick, stopping his course. He collapsed on his back. She put her foot on the man’s chest, pointing his head with her staff.
“Little girl, uh?” she grinned, before knocking him out. She looked at both of the thugs and let out a long sigh, the rush of the fight vanishing from her body.
“Look at what you’ve done!” she yelled at BB-8, as she realized what just had happened. “Now Unkar Plutt will never want to trade with me again!”
A little voice in her head told her that it really wasn’t BB-8’s fault at all, but she didn’t care. “I’m sure you’re just some malfunctioning droid your master abandoned here, and I got in trouble because of you for nothing!”
BB-8 wasn’t even looking at her anymore, the ungrateful little piece of junk. It beeped something about a coat and a coat thief and why was she even listening to it anymore? She watched the droid run into a kid about her age, knocking him on his ass.
She didn’t remember having seen the kid before. Much to her surprise, he smiled as he watched the droid before him, white teeth contrasting sharply with his dark skin. He definitely wasn’t from Jakku, either, judging by his impractical outfit. Instead of the loose, light clothes people wore on Jakku to shield themselves from the heat, he was wearing all back, tight clothes. On top of that, he was wearing a cape, but she realized that it was instead a leather jacket with the sleeves tied together on his chest.
“Round, white and orange!” the boy yelled joyfully, apparently not understanding that BB-8 kept calling a coat thief and asking him what he did with his master.
She took hold once again of her staff, pointing him towards the boy still sitting in the sand.
“Who are you?” she asked.
The boy raised his arms in surrender. “FN-”, then he stopped, shaking his head. “I’m Finn! Please don’t hit me with that!”
She didn’t lower her weapon. “Why does the droid say you stole his master’s jacket?”
“I didn’t steal anything!” Finn yelled back, and there was a spark of anger in his eyes. “I-I just.” He put his head in his heads, taking a deep breath. “Poe was captured by the First Order but we escaped together in a TIE fighter, and then we got hit and I don’t remember much else, but the last thing he said is that he had to get back to his droid.”
BB-8 beeped more softly at Finn. “It wants to know where his master is.”
“I don’t know!” Finn cried, voice cracking. “I think he’s… I think he’s dead.”
BB-8 rolled away from them, settling for a corner between two crates full of junk. Finn had put his head back into his hands, shoulders shaking.
She lowered her staff, and crouched beside him. The boy was sobbing, and she was torn between leaving him here, because she had no use for a boy who cried, and putting her hand on his shoulder to soothe him a little bit.
Finn seemed to calm down on his own after a few seconds. He sniffed loudly and raised his head from his hands. Under the tears, there was a newfound determination in his eyes that made her smile.
“We need to get the droid to the Resistance. It was very important.” He stood up, brushing his pants to get rid of the sand.
“How do you want to get out of there?” she asked him.
Finn shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe there are some people working for the Resistance here?”
Rey wanted to reply that there were no such people on Jakku because it was just a junkyard, but she was interrupted by the sound of aircrafts flying above their heads. She looked up, and recognized the distinctive shape of a TIE-fighter.
She felt Finn take her hand into his, dragging her away from Plutt’s stall, as it got hit by a blaster shot.
“I can walk all by myself!” she protested once they had taken cover behind the rusty-skeleton of a carrier ship. “And you don’t even know where you’re going, anyway!”
The TIE-fighter spotted them again, shooting at the wreckage and forcing them to move. “This way!” she yelled, pointing at the exit of the outpost. They made a run for it, BB-8 rolling fast behind them, beeping loudly. Around them, people were running in every direction, going back to their speeders or trying to take cover for them. Finn stumbled on a scared tiny droid, landing face first. She groaned, turned around, and held out his hand to help him get back on his feet.
He didn’t let go of it all the way to the area where Unkar Plutt would park his second-hand ships you had to pay a fortune for. There had been one that caught her eye for a long time already, and they ran towards it.
“What about this one?” Finn asked, about the Corellian freighter that was closer to them.
“This one’s garbage!” she replied, yelling, not wanting to delve into a debate on the merits of Corellian freighters versus quadjumpers.
She watched in horror as said quadjumpers was blown up to smithereens by a well-placed blaster shot.
“The garbage will do!” she yelled, dragging Finn behind her, and pushing him inside.
She ran to the cockpit, climbed on top of the pilot’s seat, kneeling and hunched over the control panels. She sighed in relief as the old ship started up, the sounds of the engine filling the air around them.
Finn was standing in the middle of the cockpit, looking around, eyes wide and gaping mouth.
“Finn! Wake up! I need you to man the blaster cannons!” she said in an authoritative tone.
Finn jumped on his feet, and started running in one direction, before coming back on his steps. “Where are the cannons?” he asked sheepishly.
She groaned. “It’s this way!” she answered, gesturing towards the corridor behind them. “There’s a ladder back there, climb it and it’s on top!”
Outside of the ship, she heard another blaster shoot coming from above, miraculously avoiding them. She took a good look at the control panel before her. She summoned from her memory everything she had read on Corellian freighters. The fallen star destroyers had been her libraries ever since she had found an undamaged datapad two years ago. Apparently, the pilots of the Empire liked to be ready to fly just about anything.
She pushed some buttons, and the ship took off.
It felt incredible. Like when she would jump from area to area, hanging from her rope, floor several feet below them, suspended in the air for a few seconds without falling.
She felt weightless, ready to soar into the blue sky, ready to touch the stars. The ship responded perfectly under each of her commands. Something exploded in her chest, something electrical spreading to her whole body, and she howled in joy.
Before her, she saw the figure of a TIE-fighter that she avoided gracefully by a light push on the flying stick. The ship was huge, but it was starting to feel like an extension of herself, like she could control it with as much precision as she would move her body.
She was going to kick the First Order’s ass. Nothing would stop her, as long as she was in control of this ship. She also had an edge over them, because she knew exactly where to drag them so she could lose them.
“Hey” Finn’s voice said, coming from a headset laying on the control panel. She took it and put on her head. It was a little too big and too heavy for her. She tried to put the microphone as close to her mouth as possible.
“Finn!” she answered back. “It’s so amazing!”
She needed to share the thrill of flying with someone, anyone, because she would burst if she kept it inside herself.
She heard his warm chuckle in her ears, and she was happy that he wasn’t sad anymore.
They weaved in and out of the wreckages in the Graveyard of the Giants. She knew this place by heart, knew all the places where she could fly the freighter in, where there was an opportunity to make a unexpected sharp turn.
They were no match for her piloting skills. Finn was helping, too, as she noticed the dots on the radar disappearing as she heard the blaster cannons being fired above her.
“Nice shot!” she yelled, as Finn managed to shoot down a TIE-fighter who had avoided all the obstacles they went through.
“I think they’re all gone” Finn said in a soft voice.
“Great! Now, let’s go find the Resistance base!”
She pulled the flying stick towards her, and increased the ship’s acceleration, flying almost vertically away from the ground.
Once they had left Jakku’s atmosphere, she jumped down from the pilot’s seat, and put her hand above the control panel.
“Sorry I called you garbage” she mumbled.
She didn’t know if the ship heard her (and it was ridiculous to think ships could hear people, she knew that but felt like she had to anyway), but suddenly several alarms went off, the lights turning red.
She heard Finn climb down the ladder and run towards her, panicking.
“What is happening?”
“I don’t know!” she yelled. “I’m not sorry I called you garbage anymore!”
she continued, looking up at the ceiling.
Finn was watching her with his eyes wide open.
“No, you’re not the garbage, this-“ she turned on herself, arms spread before her “-is the garbage!”
Finn’s worried expression vanished a little.
“Okay, we’ll look to see if we can fix it” she declared. “Come with me, if I remember right from what I read about it, there should be tools in that room back there.”
Once they had found the tools, she dismounted the control panel, and stared at the various cables. Finn was sitting next to her, fumbling with his hands, ready to hand her the tools she might need.
“What is your name?” he finally asked, as she was scratching her head, trying to understand the cause of the breakdown.
“I’m Rey” she answered, turning her head with a bright smile. If she deviated the alimentation to this part of the ship to the other one, there would be enough energy to get the engines starting again, she supposed.
“So where is the Resistance base?” Rey asked in a casual tone while flicking off some switches. She heard the sound of a machine powering off below them. So far so good.
“I don’t know” Finn answered shyly.
“What do you mean you don’t know? You get rescued by a Resistance pilot and he doesn’t tell you where his base is?”
“He didn’t have the time to!” Finn said harshly, lips twisted downwards.
“Besides, I rescued him as much as he rescued me!”
“You’re just a kid!” she retorted.
“You’re a kid too!” Finn replied in the same tone.
The ship suddenly shook, much to Rey’s dread. BB-8 emitted a long worried beep.
“Did you start the engine back?”
“I didn’t” she mumbled quickly.
They felt the ship move upwards, apparently of its own will. Rey stood up to look outside of the cockpit. She couldn’t see clearly, but there seemed to be another, bigger ship pulling them upwards.
“We need to hide!” she yelled, coming back and taking Finn’s hand. “This way!” she hurried him, guiding him towards the back of the ship. She remembered that some Corellian freighters were dotted with secret compartments to hide smuggled merchandises.
She sighed in relief once she found what she was looking for. “Get in!” she said, pushing Finn inside the trapdoor. She let BB-8 follow behind him, before herself crawling inside the compartment and closing the door behind them.
“First order?” Finn whispered.
“I have no idea. Maybe.”
Finn reached out for her hand, and Rey didn’t let go of it.
She closed her eyes, trying to hear something. There was the sound of feet walking on the metallic floors. Then there were one- no, two voices. A human man and another voice she didn’t recognize. It was more like a series of growls than a proper language to her ears.
The sounds were very close to them, now. Rey breathed in a short breath. She was sure that whoever was on the ship also knew about the secret compartment, and she blamed herself for her stupidity. She opened one eye to look at Finn, in the faint white light of the room. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be counting, his lips moving slowly. He was sweating profusely, his fingers crushing her hand.
The trapdoor was yanked open, making Rey jump.
Re: FILL: Gen AU, age chances - Jakku (part 2)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-10 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)A Wookie crouched down next to the man, growling in surprise.
“Get out of here, you three!” the man ordered, putting his hand on his blaster rifle tied to his belt.
The three of them sheepishly walked about. Finn was still holding on to her hand, looking at his feet.
BB-8 didn’t seem afraid, and started beeping excitedly to the man. Rey listened carefully, and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She squeezed Finn’s hand, trying to reassure him. It was going to be okay, if BB-8 was telling the truth!
She looked up to the man, and yes, she had already seen his face before. He had changed since the last pictures the Empire had of him.
“Han Solo” she muttered. “General of the Resistance.”
The man nodded slowly at her, putting his hand away from his blaster. He listened as the astromech gave him a quick retelling of the events of the past days.
“I see” Han Solo said, crossing his arms. His Wookie companion growled
something.
“I know, Chewie, but this is probably as equally important!”
“Is there a problem?” Rey asked, worried.
The general tilted his head downwards. “I am on a mission for the Resistance, too. Officially, I actually left the Resistance” he explained.
“If we directly go back to the Resistance’s base, my cover will actually get blown up, and all the work of the past two years will be for naught.”
He turned around, walking towards the cockpit, the Wookie on his heels. Realizing that Finn and Rey were still standing in the hallway, he gestured for them to follow him.
He stared down at the opened control panel, toolbox lying beside it. “You started fixing that yourself?” he asked, looking back at them.
“I did” Rey declared, beaming with pride. Han Solo gave her a faint smile.
“You did a pretty decent job. Where did you learn how to fix this?”
“I’m a scavenger. Or was. On Jakku.”
“Jakku” the man mumbled under his breath.
“Okay, I have an idea” he explained. “I know someone called Maz Kanata. She’s an old friend of mine, and owns a cantina on Takodana. It won’t look too suspicious for me to pay her a visit.”
“When we get there, I and Maz will figure out a way to bring you to the Resistance base.”
“General” Rey began, “I don’t want to go to the Resistance base.”
Han Solo raised his eyebrows, BB-8 beeped curiously at her, and the Wookie growled.
“I need to get back to Jakku.”
She could read the incomprehension in their eyes. She crossed her arms on her chest.
“Okay, we’ll find a way to get you back to Jakku, if you want it so badly” Han Solo muttered.
“We’re going to need to fix this little beauty if we want to get to Takodana first” he continued. He crouched down in front of the control panel. Rey sat down next to him, watching him work.
“I forgot to tell you one thing” Han Solo told her, flicking off other switches. “I don’t know how two kids and an astromech managed to do it, but you got me my old ship back. She has a lot of history, you know?”
His expression softened, and a big smirk appeared on his face, filling Rey’s heart with warmth.
“So, thank you…?”
“Rey.”
“Thank you, Rey, for bringing me the Millennium Falcon back.”
Re: FILL: Gen AU, age chances - Jakku (part 2)
(Anonymous) 2016-02-17 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Gen AU, age changes - D'Qar, Poe & Leia
(Anonymous) 2016-02-23 10:14 am (UTC)(link)“General” Poe said in a weak voice. He tried to stand up to greet her more formally, but she gestured to him to stay seated. She examined him, and her heart sank in her chest. The skin on his arm and shoulders had been burned by the harsh Jakku sun. He had almost crash-landed back at the Resistance base, suffering for severe dehydration.
These were the damages made to his body. Leia Organa was more morried about the damages inside Poe’s mind.
“Cadet Dameron, could you please explain to me what happened?” she asked softly, her voice barely louder than a murmur.
Poe Dameron nodded, swallowed, tried to gather his thoughts. The expression in his eyes was heartbreaking, fear, shame and despair all muddled together.
“I got the map, the star map – but then the village was attacked by the First Order and-” his voice broke. He drew on a few shallow breaths. “-They were all executed.”
She covered her hand with his, and he shot her a surprised look. She wanted to take him in his arms, but the priority was to get the full sequence of events. He looked so much like his mother. I’m so sorry, Shara Bey, she pleaded silently.
“They shot down my X-Wing. I gave the map to my astromech droid, BB-8… and then I got captured by the First Order” Poe continued. He stopped himself, eyes closed. She could see how painful it was for him to remember. Will you ever forgive me, Shara?
“Kylo Ren… interrogated him. And… I told him BB-8 had the map.” He looked up to her and his eyes were full of tears. He wasn’t even trying to plead to her, to beg for her mercy. He had failed the Resistance, failed her out of all people, and probably failed the rest of the Galaxy.
It was all my fault, she had wanted to say to him. She should have never allowed him to join them, back when she visited Mirrin Prime to talk some experimented pilots into joining the Resistance. She had let her eyes wander on the training grounds, and spotted his X-Wing, flying with such grace and skill that it had reminded her of her brother.
“That’s Poe Dameron” Temmin Wrexley had explained with a chuckle. “Big fan of yours, actually.”
He had introduced himself later that night, showing up at her hotel room – how had he managed to get his hands on this information, she had wondered. He had apologized profusely to her, and almost had begged her to let him join the Resistance. She had thought it was for all the wrong reasons, because he wanted to become a war hero instead of arresting space pirates, because he felt that he needed to follow his mother’s path. He had instead shown a good awareness of the situation at hand, that the New Republic was deliberately ignoring what the First Order was up to, and that he needed to help in any way he could.
She should have said no then, told him that he could maybe join her when he would get more experimented. There had been a silent determination in his eyes, and in the way his chin was clenched and his lips turned downwards. His sharp turns in the sky, his grace as he piloted his aircraft had flashed before her eyes, and she hadn’t found the strength to say no.
She also hadn’t found the strength to say no when he had volunteered to fly the mission to get the information about Luke’s whereabouts from Jakku. He was her best pilot, he had argued, and she needed the best for this mission. She had watched him take off that evening. He was all bright smiles and laughter. He was going to be a hero for the Resistance. Her eyes had followed the X-Wing soaring gracefully into the sky, until it had been impossible to see it.
Now, there was nothing graceful in the way he was hunched over his knees, looking at his hands, lost in a dark memory.
She had thrown the son she never had at the mercy of the one she lost. Once again, she had failed, and yet he wanted to take all the blame for it.
She ran her thumb over the back of Poe’s hand. “How did you escape?”
There was the shadow of a smile blossoming on his lips, a spark of light in the darkness.
“Finn helped me.”
“Who is Finn?”
“He is, was, a kid. Stormtrooper trainee. Apparently a bit of a rogue one. He dragged me inside the ventilation shafts, disguised me as a First Order officer – “ he gestured to his trousers, his boots left at the bed’s feet and finally to the vibroblade resting on the bedside table “ – And we escaped in a TIE-fighter. And then…” his voice broke again, and Poe closed his eyes. Tears finally escaped, running down his cheeks, and he vainly muffled a sob.
“He was just a kid and now…” he added, voice heavy.
“You need to rest” Leia Organa offered. Poe nodded weakly at her, trying to swallow back his tears. Leia Organa was herself feeling her heart grow heavier and heavier. She ran discreetly a finger under his eyes, chasing the moisture away.
Poe had raised his knees and pressed his head against them. He didn’t want the General to see him being so weak.
She stood at his side. The First Order probably had already found the droid. A few minutes wouldn’t make a very big difference in the grand scheme of things. Soon enough she would have to report to her officers, that the map was lost, their chances of finding it back before the First Order close to none.
She had failed Luke too, she realized. Soon the First Order would storm whatever corner of the Galaxy he had exiled himself too, and he would probably get killed by his former apprentice.
The first one she had failed was Ben, if she took a good hard look at her past. Somewhere, she must have missed something, little details. Maybe he had never been cut for becoming a Jedi, despite his proficiency with the Force. Had she been a bad mother? There had been so much work to finally get a stable government running, one that would guarantee peace and freedom to everyone in the Galaxy. Maybe it had been where she had failed. She should have worked for peace and freedom in her own home before caring about the rest of the universe.
“General Organa?” a feminine voice asked from the entrance of Poe’s room. They both turned their heads to see Kaydel Ko Connix holding out a sheet of paper. She glanced briefly at Poe Dameron, before handing the sheet to the General.
Her eyes ran over the report. She gasped as she took in the information.
Poe looked up at her, eyes red.
“General?” he asked.
“Our spy on Takodana sent us a report. According to him, General Han Solo entered Maz Kanata’s castle about half an hour ago. He was accompanied by two children and an astromech droid that could be BB-8” she read aloud, voice shaking.
There was still hope.
“I’m going” Poe Dameron declared, tossing his sheets aside and standing up.
“Cadet Dameron, you are not well enough to fly.”
He didn’t listen to her. He instead put on his boots. “General, getting the star map back was my mission” he explained in a determined tone. His gaze landed on the vibroblade, before looking directly in the general’s eyes. There was the same spark she had seen months on Mirrin Prime. That look that said that he couldn’t be stopped. His mother’s eyes, she realized.
There was something more, too. It wasn’t just about completing a mission for her or for the Resistance. It was something personal for him. He needed to forgive himself for what he perceived as a betrayal of the cause, and he only could if he succeeded in bringing the droid back. Or if he died trying to, she realized.
She nodded briefly at him. He gave her a faint smile, before rushing out past her and Connix, heading towards the briefing room.