I messed up the previous chapter number, it should be 2, so this one is 3
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FN-2187 is ready.
Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself.
Stay calm, stay calm, and they’ll never suspect you. Until it’s too late.
People came and went in the barracks at night all the time. No one is bothered by the shuffling of armour or movement around them, so as long as he says nothing, he is fine. Sneaking around is also easy since he knew the schedules, and the paths of the guards making their rounds, and he quickly made his way to a small side door and into the night air.
The next part of his plan is to strip off the armour and hide them in the forests in the opposite direction of where he would actually be going. The only unfortunate part is that the stormtrooper armour is too constraining to actually allow him to carry anything in his hands, and it might be incriminating if he got caught anyways.
So FN-2187 had only the clothes on this back as he darts away from the castle, and away from his former life as a Stormtrooper.
He remembers where the tower he saw before is, but the path there confuses him since most of it is occupied by trees and shrubs and he gets tangled in the thickness. He finally decides to zigzag around the clearer paths but maintain the direction he is going in. It looks to be a long trek that way.
If he is lucky, his absence will not be noticed by Captain Phasma until mid-morning during check-in. His squad mates certainly never cared about what he does, and probably wouldn’t realize it right away either.
But as he continued the winding paths, the trees started to look the same, and unless he could climb one, he couldn’t see any traces of that tower. FN-2187 lost track of where he is, and for a moment he panicked, until he realized just how remote this place is, and that he still had time to figure this out. Dawn hasn’t approached yet, or at least it is still dark out.
He has been walking for a long time though, he could use a break. FN-2187 sat down on the mossy ground, marveling that it is actually quite soft, and laid against the curtain of moss covering the trunk of a fallen tree.
Or at least that was what he thought he was doing. He stretches backwards only to find himself falling all the way through the curtain and to the ground. He flailed from his miscalculated impact on the ground and looked up to find himself slipping under the tree trunk. He stood up to try and look around the darkness and noticed a light on the other end and followed it.
He emerged from the underbrush to see the sun peeking over the treetops. He had stumbled upon a small isolated area of the woods surrounded by cliffs on all sides. The sun’s light slowly bathed the area in glowing yellow, and illuminated the tower FN-2187 had been trying to get to.
The tower looked sort of like a tiny cottage put on a huge stack of boulders and then glued together. He couldn’t imagine that anyone would live here, so remote and hidden, and also climbing the tower would be a pain to do everyday.
Which made it the perfect hiding spot. All he has to do now is get to the tower and find a way to climb it. FN-2187 may have left almost everything he knew behind, but he has a few things going for him: his strength, and intense concentration and discipline, all courtesy of the Stormtrooper program, and so Finn got to climbing.
It is a grueling task, but the creases between the rocks were sturdy. FN-2187 shuts his eyes and pretends he is still climbing the rock wall back during survival training, which was more dangerous anyways because it will try to kill you while you’re climbing.
By the time FN-2187 reaches the top, he is quite sweaty and the sun’s warmth on his black clothing didn’t help as he just felt more heat emanating from his own clothes. So he climbs quickly over the window and shuts it with a bang, leaning against it to catch his breath.
He found the perfect hiding spot.
Then he saw nothing.
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“Today is that boy’s birthday is it not?”
“Yes, and he has asked for some specific parts for that damnable droid of his. I will have to spend today hunting for them”
“You are going to honour this request?”
“I agreed so that he would stop asking to leave the tower.”
“He is becoming impudent. But… eighteen is the proper age.”
“Poe can be of great help to the Order. I believe that, as long as he is unaware of the First Order's truths, he will be an asset to us. He does not realize it yet, but I sense that he has some force-sensitivity, and his healing ability is, as always, incredibly powerful.”
“He will be joining us soon?”
“I have already prepared the perfect accommodations, and the move will be done soon.”
“Bring him to me after you are done.”
“Yes, Supreme Leader.”
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Poe’s first thought is to panic because there is a strange man in his room. His second thought is to panic again as to what Ben will say until he realizes Ben isn’t coming today.
He isn’t sure if it is lucky or unlucky that BB-8’s selenium cables will cause Ben to stay away for a whole day.
Then again… Poe figures he should investigate first. To see what he’s up against.
He pokes the knocked out man with his broom handle, the longest stick he has in the tower.
Nothing happens.
Poe can see that the man is wearing thin clothing, all black, and wonders if the man is trying to look shadowy and scary. Then again, Ben favoured black clothing as well so it doesn’t mean anything right?
BB-8 chirps, moving around to draw attention to a drawing Poe made of what he thought a cruel face would look like: sharp teeth, crazy hair, and crazy eyes.
But from what he can see from his angle, this man had short, neatly cut hair rather than any excessive long and wild hair, but the rest of his head had planted face first into the floor. Poe slowly walked closer and used the handle to tip his head to the side so he could see his face.
The man looked nothing like a scary monster. In fact, he has two eyes (they were closed), one nose (a nice one too), and one mouth (with a well-defined jaw). Poe stares in awe, having never seen another human being, other than Ben, up this close before, and never in such a nice dark shade of skin before either. Ben's is lighter than Poe's, but this man's is darker than Poe's, what fascinating contrasts they make.
“Beeps,” Poe whispers, “what should we do? He’s going to wake up any minute!”
BB-8 swivels back to the sleeping man, before looking back at Poe, then beeps a few suggestions.
“What? No! I can’t throw him out the tower, he’ll die!” Poe protests, before inspiration struck.
“Wait… he came from outside… BB, he can help me! He can be my guide to the outside world.”
BB-8 beeps in worry.
“I know, I know, he’s a stranger and I don’t know anything about him, but… okay, help me BB-8. Let’s figure out what to do with him. You will supervise okay?”
BB-8 strongly approves of that plan.
-- I have so many ideas for this story, I sincerely hope you all like it so far! The beginning/premise is similar to Tangled but it will change very quickly soon. Like I said earlier, it's a fusion with the The Force Awakens (spot the references!) and multiple Easter Eggs of fairytales (try and spot those too!)
[FILL] AU: Tales Apart [3/?]
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FN-2187 is ready.
Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself.
Stay calm, stay calm, and they’ll never suspect you. Until it’s too late.
People came and went in the barracks at night all the time. No one is bothered by the shuffling of armour or movement around them, so as long as he says nothing, he is fine. Sneaking around is also easy since he knew the schedules, and the paths of the guards making their rounds, and he quickly made his way to a small side door and into the night air.
The next part of his plan is to strip off the armour and hide them in the forests in the opposite direction of where he would actually be going. The only unfortunate part is that the stormtrooper armour is too constraining to actually allow him to carry anything in his hands, and it might be incriminating if he got caught anyways.
So FN-2187 had only the clothes on this back as he darts away from the castle, and away from his former life as a Stormtrooper.
He remembers where the tower he saw before is, but the path there confuses him since most of it is occupied by trees and shrubs and he gets tangled in the thickness. He finally decides to zigzag around the clearer paths but maintain the direction he is going in. It looks to be a long trek that way.
If he is lucky, his absence will not be noticed by Captain Phasma until mid-morning during check-in. His squad mates certainly never cared about what he does, and probably wouldn’t realize it right away either.
But as he continued the winding paths, the trees started to look the same, and unless he could climb one, he couldn’t see any traces of that tower. FN-2187 lost track of where he is, and for a moment he panicked, until he realized just how remote this place is, and that he still had time to figure this out. Dawn hasn’t approached yet, or at least it is still dark out.
He has been walking for a long time though, he could use a break. FN-2187 sat down on the mossy ground, marveling that it is actually quite soft, and laid against the curtain of moss covering the trunk of a fallen tree.
Or at least that was what he thought he was doing. He stretches backwards only to find himself falling all the way through the curtain and to the ground. He flailed from his miscalculated impact on the ground and looked up to find himself slipping under the tree trunk. He stood up to try and look around the darkness and noticed a light on the other end and followed it.
He emerged from the underbrush to see the sun peeking over the treetops. He had stumbled upon a small isolated area of the woods surrounded by cliffs on all sides. The sun’s light slowly bathed the area in glowing yellow, and illuminated the tower FN-2187 had been trying to get to.
The tower looked sort of like a tiny cottage put on a huge stack of boulders and then glued together. He couldn’t imagine that anyone would live here, so remote and hidden, and also climbing the tower would be a pain to do everyday.
Which made it the perfect hiding spot. All he has to do now is get to the tower and find a way to climb it. FN-2187 may have left almost everything he knew behind, but he has a few things going for him: his strength, and intense concentration and discipline, all courtesy of the Stormtrooper program, and so Finn got to climbing.
It is a grueling task, but the creases between the rocks were sturdy. FN-2187 shuts his eyes and pretends he is still climbing the rock wall back during survival training, which was more dangerous anyways because it will try to kill you while you’re climbing.
By the time FN-2187 reaches the top, he is quite sweaty and the sun’s warmth on his black clothing didn’t help as he just felt more heat emanating from his own clothes. So he climbs quickly over the window and shuts it with a bang, leaning against it to catch his breath.
He found the perfect hiding spot.
Then he saw nothing.
--
“Today is that boy’s birthday is it not?”
“Yes, and he has asked for some specific parts for that damnable droid of his. I will have to spend today hunting for them”
“You are going to honour this request?”
“I agreed so that he would stop asking to leave the tower.”
“He is becoming impudent. But… eighteen is the proper age.”
“Poe can be of great help to the Order. I believe that, as long as he is unaware of the First Order's truths, he will be an asset to us. He does not realize it yet, but I sense that he has some force-sensitivity, and his healing ability is, as always, incredibly powerful.”
“He will be joining us soon?”
“I have already prepared the perfect accommodations, and the move will be done soon.”
“Bring him to me after you are done.”
“Yes, Supreme Leader.”
--
Poe’s first thought is to panic because there is a strange man in his room. His second thought is to panic again as to what Ben will say until he realizes Ben isn’t coming today.
He isn’t sure if it is lucky or unlucky that BB-8’s selenium cables will cause Ben to stay away for a whole day.
Then again… Poe figures he should investigate first. To see what he’s up against.
He pokes the knocked out man with his broom handle, the longest stick he has in the tower.
Nothing happens.
Poe can see that the man is wearing thin clothing, all black, and wonders if the man is trying to look shadowy and scary. Then again, Ben favoured black clothing as well so it doesn’t mean anything right?
BB-8 chirps, moving around to draw attention to a drawing Poe made of what he thought a cruel face would look like: sharp teeth, crazy hair, and crazy eyes.
But from what he can see from his angle, this man had short, neatly cut hair rather than any excessive long and wild hair, but the rest of his head had planted face first into the floor. Poe slowly walked closer and used the handle to tip his head to the side so he could see his face.
The man looked nothing like a scary monster. In fact, he has two eyes (they were closed), one nose (a nice one too), and one mouth (with a well-defined jaw). Poe stares in awe, having never seen another human being, other than Ben, up this close before, and never in such a nice dark shade of skin before either. Ben's is lighter than Poe's, but this man's is darker than Poe's, what fascinating contrasts they make.
“Beeps,” Poe whispers, “what should we do? He’s going to wake up any minute!”
BB-8 swivels back to the sleeping man, before looking back at Poe, then beeps a few suggestions.
“What? No! I can’t throw him out the tower, he’ll die!” Poe protests, before inspiration struck.
“Wait… he came from outside… BB, he can help me! He can be my guide to the outside world.”
BB-8 beeps in worry.
“I know, I know, he’s a stranger and I don’t know anything about him, but… okay, help me BB-8. Let’s figure out what to do with him. You will supervise okay?”
BB-8 strongly approves of that plan.
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I have so many ideas for this story, I sincerely hope you all like it so far! The beginning/premise is similar to Tangled but it will change very quickly soon. Like I said earlier, it's a fusion with the The Force Awakens (spot the references!) and multiple Easter Eggs of fairytales (try and spot those too!)