[The Present] The planet Senator Organa-Solo landed on had been renamed Bastion Novante by those still faithful to the Empire, but most of its inhabitants now simply called it Novante, officers turned farmers and merchants, living among the remnants of military colonies and wishing for nothing but peace. The sky was seafoam with patches of white clouds there and there, and Ben was reminded of his home, an upside-down copy of his world hidden deep in the Unknown Regions. He walked for some time, slowed by the high winds which blew constantly and made driving too dangerous among the wind turbines. When he finally reached his destination, his hair was a mess and his entire body covered in white dust. He hoped he didn’t look too scary. He rang the bell of what must have been a luxurious country house, once. A fading pattern of hexagons was painted on it. After some time, he knocked. Then knocked again. The door wrenched open: “Yes? Hello. I’m sorry, do I know you?” The man blocking the entry had an old blaster in his hand, clearly suspicious of the newcomer. Ben did his best to wipe his face off the dust with his scarf, then said: “I’m the newly appointed senator of the Republic, in charge of the Unknown Regions. May I come in?” The man frowned, then seemed to remember something and made a moue of disgust. “Ah yes,” he replied, scorn barely concealed, “Ben Organa Solo. That’s who you are, aren’t you? Well. I couldn’t possibly refuse. But I must warn you: there’s no imperial officer in hiding you can torment here. I’m only here on vacation.” Ben smiled at him. “That’s not a problem. I never liked the officers much.” he joked, before adding “you aren’t one, are you?” The other now looked confused. He was staring at Ben like one would with a puzzle, trying to solve it as fast as he could. Or maybe he was wondering if Ben was a complete idiot, and not the bright jedi master he heard too much about. “I’m just Brendol Hux.” Again, Ben smiled, but it was sadder this time – the smile of those who have lost something dearest to their heart and can only find it again in the treasure chest of their memories. “Brendol. It’s so very, very nice to meet you.” Together, they went into the house.
------------------- Aaaand that's it! I'm going to clean all this up and post an edited version on Ao3 (as soon as I have an account). Thanks to everyone who commented on this: I was so nervous because it was my first fic and my English is bizarre but your comments really pushed me to finish this.
Re: GEN or Hux/Kylo, Hux can travel back in time [epilogue]
The planet Senator Organa-Solo landed on had been renamed Bastion Novante by those still faithful to the Empire, but most of its inhabitants now simply called it Novante, officers turned farmers and merchants, living among the remnants of military colonies and wishing for nothing but peace. The sky was seafoam with patches of white clouds there and there, and Ben was reminded of his home, an upside-down copy of his world hidden deep in the Unknown Regions.
He walked for some time, slowed by the high winds which blew constantly and made driving too dangerous among the wind turbines. When he finally reached his destination, his hair was a mess and his entire body covered in white dust. He hoped he didn’t look too scary.
He rang the bell of what must have been a luxurious country house, once. A fading pattern of hexagons was painted on it.
After some time, he knocked. Then knocked again.
The door wrenched open:
“Yes? Hello. I’m sorry, do I know you?”
The man blocking the entry had an old blaster in his hand, clearly suspicious of the newcomer. Ben did his best to wipe his face off the dust with his scarf, then said:
“I’m the newly appointed senator of the Republic, in charge of the Unknown Regions. May I come in?”
The man frowned, then seemed to remember something and made a moue of disgust.
“Ah yes,” he replied, scorn barely concealed, “Ben Organa Solo. That’s who you are, aren’t you? Well. I couldn’t possibly refuse. But I must warn you: there’s no imperial officer in hiding you can torment here. I’m only here on vacation.”
Ben smiled at him.
“That’s not a problem. I never liked the officers much.” he joked, before adding “you aren’t one, are you?”
The other now looked confused. He was staring at Ben like one would with a puzzle, trying to solve it as fast as he could. Or maybe he was wondering if Ben was a complete idiot, and not the bright jedi master he heard too much about.
“I’m just Brendol Hux.”
Again, Ben smiled, but it was sadder this time – the smile of those who have lost something dearest to their heart and can only find it again in the treasure chest of their memories.
“Brendol. It’s so very, very nice to meet you.”
Together, they went into the house.
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Aaaand that's it! I'm going to clean all this up and post an edited version on Ao3 (as soon as I have an account). Thanks to everyone who commented on this: I was so nervous because it was my first fic and my English is bizarre but your comments really pushed me to finish this.