Sorry, couldn't help it. Also, the addition of Rey and Luke (and maybe other Resistance members) because if we're going to have mama bear!Poe Dameron, it's going to be a found family large enough to make all other found families insecure.
When Luke and Rey sense a disturbance in the Force that feels like a mix of scared children and half-dead people, Finn only grabs his gun before not-so-calmly suggesting that they go take over that Stormtrooper transport. Rey and Poe follow. Luke sighs, knowing the trio well enough that this would not end well. They were going to leave for the Resistance in a few days, anyways, so one raid shouldn’t matter.
It starts out easily enough: the pilot is incompetent, the troopers weak-willed enough that just a little push of the force sends them to the floor, the ship simple enough for Poe to pilot alone. Then Luke discovers exactly why the disturbance felt like scared children. The girl in front of him is certainly scared, though not scared enough to drop her knife as she lunges at Luke.
As carefully as possible, Luke grabs her by the wrists. The knife skitters away. The girl is struggling, kicking at him and screaming in some language he has yet to learn. Finn rounds the corner, looking panicked.
“What happened?” Luke asks.
“You don’t know what she’s saying, do you?” Poe asks. Luke nods. “That. Can I talk to her? And maybe could you hold her in a position that’s moderately less threatening?” At Luke’s nod, Finn begins speaking in the same language as the girl, rapid and hushed. She calms down after that and starts to tremble. Just at that moment, Rey walks in, a toddler under each arm. Finn sits on the ground and Rey silently passes him the pair. The girl sits down beside them, tucking a little one under each arm and Rey and Luke leave.
“Are there more?” Luke hopes not.
“Probably.” Rey is nothing if not a realist. As it turns out, she’s right. Horribly right.
There are twelve of them in all, ranging in age from six months to about nine and from every vaguely humanoid species. The first girl, the oldest, is still glaring at them despite Finn’s best efforts. A pair of fraternal twins, three or so, are clutching each other like their lives depend on it. The baby is in Rey’s arms and completely oblivious to the entire thing. A five-year-old is rocking on his heels, in utter shock and with blood in his hair. The toddlers Rey had first found are fast asleep under the careful of one of the older kids who is wearing a miniature Stormtrooper uniform like his life depends on it. A seven-year-old has worked her way into a corner; a boy who could be her brother is shielding her from view except for those huge gray eyes and a flash of blood-coated pigtail. To round it all off, a kid that looks an awful lot like Finn in miniature has wrapped himself around Luke’s leg. Luke sighs.
“Let’s get back to base,” he grumbles. “And I thought only Leia had to deal with this kind of nonsense.”
“Non-sense?” Mini-Finn asks. Rey smiles.
“Nonsense is the complete chaos that comes with being a Skywalker.”
[FILL]: Finn/Poe- Kidfic (1/?)
When Luke and Rey sense a disturbance in the Force that feels like a mix of scared children and half-dead people, Finn only grabs his gun before not-so-calmly suggesting that they go take over that Stormtrooper transport. Rey and Poe follow. Luke sighs, knowing the trio well enough that this would not end well. They were going to leave for the Resistance in a few days, anyways, so one raid shouldn’t matter.
It starts out easily enough: the pilot is incompetent, the troopers weak-willed enough that just a little push of the force sends them to the floor, the ship simple enough for Poe to pilot alone. Then Luke discovers exactly why the disturbance felt like scared children. The girl in front of him is certainly scared, though not scared enough to drop her knife as she lunges at Luke.
As carefully as possible, Luke grabs her by the wrists. The knife skitters away. The girl is struggling, kicking at him and screaming in some language he has yet to learn. Finn rounds the corner, looking panicked.
“What happened?” Luke asks.
“You don’t know what she’s saying, do you?” Poe asks. Luke nods. “That. Can I talk to her? And maybe could you hold her in a position that’s moderately less threatening?” At Luke’s nod, Finn begins speaking in the same language as the girl, rapid and hushed. She calms down after that and starts to tremble. Just at that moment, Rey walks in, a toddler under each arm. Finn sits on the ground and Rey silently passes him the pair. The girl sits down beside them, tucking a little one under each arm and Rey and Luke leave.
“Are there more?” Luke hopes not.
“Probably.” Rey is nothing if not a realist. As it turns out, she’s right. Horribly right.
There are twelve of them in all, ranging in age from six months to about nine and from every vaguely humanoid species. The first girl, the oldest, is still glaring at them despite Finn’s best efforts. A pair of fraternal twins, three or so, are clutching each other like their lives depend on it. The baby is in Rey’s arms and completely oblivious to the entire thing. A five-year-old is rocking on his heels, in utter shock and with blood in his hair. The toddlers Rey had first found are fast asleep under the careful of one of the older kids who is wearing a miniature Stormtrooper uniform like his life depends on it. A seven-year-old has worked her way into a corner; a boy who could be her brother is shielding her from view except for those huge gray eyes and a flash of blood-coated pigtail. To round it all off, a kid that looks an awful lot like Finn in miniature has wrapped himself around Luke’s leg. Luke sighs.
“Let’s get back to base,” he grumbles. “And I thought only Leia had to deal with this kind of nonsense.”
“Non-sense?” Mini-Finn asks. Rey smiles.
“Nonsense is the complete chaos that comes with being a Skywalker.”
“Oh-kayy. What’s Sky-wal-ker?”
“My family, little one.”
“Oh-kayy.”