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Thank you so much for making me remember that scene.

One of the reasons that Hux hates Kylo Ren with a passion is because of the Force Ghost following him around.

Said Force Ghost, upon realizing that Hux could see him, keeps trying to matchmake him with 'my cute grandson!'

This goes on all the time. All. The. Time. On the bridge - 'Take my grandson on a date!' In the mess hall - 'His favorite food is Coreillian mashed tubers, why don't you give him yours?' During battles - 'Look at the muscles on my cute grandson, he's fucking *ripped*'. When Hux tries to take a shower - 'Are you thinking about my cute - ' 'GET THE FUCK OUT!'

Yes, Hux hates Kylo Ren with the fury of a thousand stars.

+Hux feels something shatter deep in his soul the moment Kylo Ren dramatically reveals that his grandfather was Darth Vader.

++If Kylo Ren dramatically demands to know why Hux hates him, and Hux, who has descended to the ultimate 'don't give a fuck' state of mind, flatly responds that his grandfather is a fucking maniac.

+++++If, after Hux reveals that he can see said Force Ghost, Kylo constantly pesters him. 'What does he think of my lightsaber?' 'Is the inscense to his liking?' 'What kind of helmet polish does he think I should use?' Hux, meanwhile, is suffering the equivalent of a nervous breakdown - there's TWO of them now!

*jumps out an airlock*

"...Kriffing space-rated Captain's armour."

*jets off to nearest planet like Iron Man*

I really, really hope that you decide to post this to AO3. Shit, this was good.

Three sharp buzzes on the base comm system signals the return of fighters from a raiding mission.

As far as covert forays into enemy territory went, it was fairly routine. A high-risk mission, stealing supplies and intel from First Order controlled Axaca. Nothing they hadn’t done before.

The ships land and their transport containers of stolen goods are unloaded to be sorted and catalogued. It’s a crapshoot what they’ll get on any given raid. The Order keeps meticulous records, of course they do, but even their cargo manifests are password protected. The best the Resistance can do is grab whatever's left unattended and hope it’s something useful. The things they manage to get away with are either kept, if it’s useful, or sold off under the table if it's not. It had even become a game among the Resistance pilots. There were regular betting pools on what they would find when they cracked open the transport containers. Last time, they had ended up with two crates of emergency rations, some expensive spare parts for a Star Destroyer’s targeting system, and an entire pallet of Stormtrooper helmets.

Ben Solo and Poe Dameron had hung the helmets up all over the fighter hanger like weird party decorations. They practiced taking potshots at them when they were bored.

As the newly-returned pilots disperse, heading for the cafeteria or the refreshers, rumor slowly filters through the base, subtle and silent as smoke.

They have a First Order General in custody.

The hows and whys depend on just who’s telling the story, but the consensus points to the Resistance forces having turned a bad situation to their advantage when they found themselves in the wrong place at the very wrong time during a routine inspection of the Axaca industrial export facilities. Aeryn Leth was telling anyone who would listen how they had stolen Stormtrooper armor and impersonated the General’s personal guard in order to escape the facility. He also said that he’d personally punched the General in the face and blown up a dozen TIE fighters. Poe Dameron told a different story, but he did agree about the Stormtrooper armor.

Word slowly makes its way around base. General Organa is abruptly summoned from a meeting. One of the lower-level storerooms is hastily converted into a holding cell.

The Resistance did not, as a general rule, take prisoners. They certainly didn’t abduct First Order Officers and cart them halfway across the galaxy in order to hold them hostage. It was a waste of space. A waste of manpower. The fact that they’re bothering at all, that the entire facility is swarming like an insect hive trying to take advantage of this situation, suggests that there must be something bigger going on here.

When the news eventually makes its way to Ben Solo, he smiles to himself and waits for the call.

~

It comes later rather than sooner. It’s been a day and a half since word got out about their captive. Half the base, Ben included, is already asleep, when the summons comes to meet his mother in the empty store-room in sub-basement four. He rolls out of bed, dressing mechanically in the dark, trying to tame his hair by carding his fingers through it until it lies flat, and responds that he’ll be there in five minutes.

She is waiting for him at the end of the hall when he steps off the lift. Ben nods his head in acknowledgement. Behind her, two armed guards flank the door to the room.

“He’s worth a lot to the First Order. We need to keep him in one piece,” she says without preamble.

“Have a little faith in me, mother. I’m the family disappointment, not the family disgrace.” It is just a little too serious to be a proper joke, and he regrets it almost immediately. He isn’t at his best half-asleep.

“You’re not a disappointment,” She says patiently, straightening the collar of his shirt where he had dressed too hurriedly, smoothing it flat.

“Tell that to Uncle Luke,” Ben mutters.

“Luke thinks you push things too far. That you stray too close to the dark side.” General Organa pauses. “Normally, I agree with him.”

“Normally,” Ben repeats. He knew what was coming. A sin was a sin, until it was a useful sin.

“Right now I think I’ll take whatever I can get and be grateful for it. We need to know what they’re doing on Axaca that justified a personal inspection from the General. We’ve been intercepting shipment after shipment of industrial supplies from their facility. Weapons, computer equipment, construction materials. I have a bad feeling about this. The Order is building something big, and I’ll bet it isn’t good. We need to know what it is and where.”

“I’ll find out.”

“I know you will,” she says gently. “Just… try to leave him in one piece afterwards. We’re going to need him."

“Who did they capture?” Ben asks curiously.

Her mouth quirks in a wry smirk as she steps onto the lift. “You’ll see.”

General Organa had wanted to let everyone else take a crack at the prisoner first, before she risked letting Ben at him. Just in case they wouldn’t be able to put him back together afterwards. It shows in the General’s posture. In the way he is beginning to struggle to hold himself upright in his chair and the way his copper-orange hair hangs limply in his eyes. Food and sleep deprivation were the most basic tricks in an interrogation. It was because they usually worked.

There is a faint bruise blossoming on his jaw and a cut on his lip. Not fresh- probably from the capture. He seems otherwise unharmed.

The room is dimly lit by a single overhead light. It takes a moment for Ben’s eyes to adjust to the darkness. As they do, he studies the man from across the room, trying to figure out just who's so important that General Organa is insisting they handle him with kid gloves. Recognition dawns quickly, with a sort of dull, growing horror. There’s no mistaking that distasteful sneer or those supernaturally blue eyes.

“General Hux,” Ben says, mildly impressed despite himself. Speculation had run rampant all day. The rest of the Resistance base had no idea who they had.

He can see now that it was for good reason.

This was a far better prize than just some First Order officer. Below their Supreme Leader, General Hux was the de facto commander of the enemy’s armed forces. Every First Order ship, every base, every outpost followed his plan of action. Word was that he received orders personally from Snoke.

No wonder his mother had wanted to keep their prisoner in one piece. He knew everything; fleet size, military strength, the position and orders of every First Order ship in the Outer Rim. Cracking him open would be a coup for the Resistance. The thought fills Ben with something that feels shamefully like glee.

“Have we met?” There is a sharp edge in the man’s voice, honed over hours of answering the same questions again and again.

“I’ve seen some your speeches. Very inspiring.” He takes a seat in the metal chair across from Hux and stretches his legs out under the table. “You look much bigger on holo.”

Hux watches him, with a face that looks like he just ate a lemon. “You must be Organa’s son. The Resistance’s pet Jedi. I’m flattered. ”

“You should be. I was sleeping.”

His eyes flick down and up, deliberately slow, taking in Ben’s wrinkled clothes and unruly hair. There’s so much disdain in them that Ben actually feels the vague urge to tuck in his shirt.

“Are you here to read my mind?” Hux drawls, leaning back in the chair. If not for the fact that Ben can sense the exhaustion coming off of him in waves, it would seem relaxed. Insolent. As things are, he suspects the General is just having trouble sitting up straight.

“Yes. Unless you want to make this easy on both of us and just tell me what you were doing on Axaca. Then we could both call it a night,” he offers, sure of the answer already but needing to ask. It wouldn’t be fair if he didn’t ask.

“I’d hate for your time to be wasted. You did go through all the trouble of putting on pants for me.”

“Have it your way,” Ben smiles. “Remember that I did offer.”

He curls one hand in the air between them, just pulling at the loose threads of thought on the surface of the other man’s mind. Nothing violent. Nothing penetrative. Not yet.

There is fear there. More than he expected from the General’s calm demeanor. And embarrassment. He's ashamed to have been captured by an organization he thought of with unconcealed disdain. How could a weak, pathetic little band of rabble-rousers with a base looked like an intergalactic jumble sale have managed to outsmart him? The thought chases itself around in his mind.

Ben is vaguely insulted. He likes the way their base looks. It's homey.

The General winces as Ben digs into his thoughts, just a bit more roughly than is strictly necessary. He follows that thread of shame and embarrassment, tugging it, unraveling it, until he finds more memories tied to those feelings. They flick past him in a rush. A dressing-down from an older man who looked like Hux. A promotion that should have been his given to someone else. Hux, younger and round-cheeked, pinned to a sparring mat by a larger boy, classmates laughing.

“You ambitious types are all alike,” Ben says, unimpressed. “You live in fear of being measured and found wanting. Why does the thought of not being good enough make you squirm in your seat, General?”

“You’re in my head. You tell me,” he answers, with effort.

As Kylo gains access to salvaged data from the Empire thought long lost from around the time of the battle of Naboo and immediately searches it for mentions of his grandfather.

Kylo finds far more than he bargained for in records from the Stormtrooper cloning program that give clear and irrefutable evidence that Anakin was not a 'Force Birth" but a heavily modified clone implanted into Shmi Skywalker by the Empire, where they intended him to be raised as a slave. Palpatine's plan was to purchase him at the age of eleven and make him his apprentice, but Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan got there a few years before Palpatine did.

Kylo is all kinds of fucked up by the revelation that instead of his grandfather being a child of "The Force" his father is technically Jango Fett and a DNA-splicer, and he goes nuts.

The pony looks like her son? Just clarifying if that was a typo, or does this prompt involve forced shapeshifting?

Oooooh! *applauds gleefully* I love what you're doing with this, anon, this is fantastic! :D

Rey experiences her first thunderstorm on the resistance base. She's scared out of her wits and tries not to show it but Finn (and Poe) notice and offer comfort and cuddles.

Rey, Finn, and Poe meet their counterparts that joined the First Order/Knights of Ren

Kylo, Hux, Phasma meet their counterparts that are part of the Resistance/Republic

They have to team up with their enemies counterpart for reasons (Good!Finn,Rey,Poe teamed with Good!Ben/Kylo, Hux, Phasma, etc)

++ Any ships is up to Anon but I wouldn't mind Kylux and/or Jedistormpilot
++ The counterparts still share personality traits with the originals (Kylo/Ben still has tantrums, Hux is aloof and seemingly cold, Poe is still a shameless flirt, etc etc)

Oh hell yes, this is shaping up to be everything I ever wanted. I love the dynamic and details you’re establishing here—Ben’s snappishness about his training and family, Hux’s pure dripping disdain, the little details of daily life in the Resistance base—just yes. I can’t wait to see where this goes.

Yesssss

Human ponies or animal ponies or something in between?

+1 in any case!

Do you mean like a mirrorverse team-mate?

And they will drown in blood. (I have a soft spot for hurt!Hux.)

Little Ben Solo runs away from Luke's Jedi school... straight into Ahsoka Tano. His grandfather's padawan, who knows more about Anakin Skywalker than anyone else alive? Who rejected the Jedi order, but isn't giving him creepy orders to murder people? Snoke doesn't stand a chance.

Please someone fill this with Kylo. Been dying to see Hux Sr fucking up Kylo.

Yes. Kylux for the win.

That awkward moment when you reference Sunk Cost Fallacy in a senior staff meeting and accidentally inspire the Supreme Leader's pet project to defect.

but is his cutie mark the First Order emblem or a picture of Starkiller base?

Jeeze louise, the force has a crappy grasp of consent.

Absolutely yes. please.

Woo!

(Where are we going now. Don't know. Hard to beat the inefficiency of our last jobs though. Okay. I heard Naboo is nice this time of the galactic year.)

+8246752689

Leia doesn't remain speechless for long. Get these kids medial evals, food, lodging. Time to rip both the First Order and the Republic a new one with a hold no punches PR campaign. Get these kids some psych support and a secure home, something more stable than the endlessly trekking Resistance bases. She only allows herself to weep when no one's looking. Oh god, so many of them look familiar. And even the ones that don't... they're all so young.

seconded.

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FILL 1/4 - Ben Solo, Resistance interrogator

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Ben Solo + Ashoka: apprentice

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