He does get to hang out with Matt once before he has to leave. They make their way outside of the base. It’s cold and the snow drops stick to his friend’s blond curls. His face also gets redder, but the cold doesn’t seem to bother the other even if he’s not wearing armor like FN-2187 is. Matt drags him down to sit beside him.
“Only a couple of more days.” He says with a gentle smile.
Yeah,” ’87 begins, forcing himself to sound excited. “Just a couple more days.”
“You’re going to be amazing. Just wait.” Matt says and tangles their fingers together. “You’re going to love to be under Kylo’s command. So much better than being here with General Hux.”
“Anyone is better than general Hux.” ’87 jokes. While Matt idolizes the ground Ren walks on. He has a distance for General Hux and constantly finds way to critic or dismiss the General’s command. As long as no one hears them, ’87 has no trouble playing along.
They joke around some more before ’87 finds himself lying his head against matt’s shoulder. “Do you ever think what would happen if we weren’t part of the First Order? We could just go anywhere we wanted. Like a warm planet.” ’87 sighed. He’d always wanted to go to a warm planet. “With beaches.” He adds.
“Next time we have vacation days, we can align them and go to a warm planet together.” Matt offers with a smile, not pushing ’87 away, but curling an arm over his shoulder instead.
“Yeah, that would be great.” ’87 murmurs. He doesn’t have the heart to tell Matt Stormtroopers don’t have vacation days. They work for the First Order until the day they die. “Just you and me.”
’87 licks his lips and grins. “We can send Hux “glad you’re not here holos.” Matt’s cheerful laughter is worth it.
-
“FN-2187, right?” the metallic voice pulls ’87 out of his thoughts. He jumps around, fear and shame from being caught with his head on the clouds by one of his superior officers. Only made worse when he realizes said superior officer is also Kylo Kriffing Ren. He drops his hands to his sides and stands still, eyes on the other’s familiar helmet.
Of all of his years avoiding interacting with the master of the Knights of Ren, figures his first real interaction happens when ’87 is screwing around. He’ll be lucky if he only gets send to be reconditioned. “Yes…sir?”
“Have you made all preparations for your transfer to the Finalizer ’87?”
It takes ’87 embarrassingly long to manage an answer. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Kylo Ren response. ’87 flinches and closes his eyes, thankfully that the other can’t see the pure terror on his expression when he watches Kylo take a step forward and lift his arm. To his shock the other man only pats his shoulder before stepping around him and walking down the hall.
He stands still, his heart on his throat long after the footsteps have disappeared. If this is his future FN-2187 is not sure he’s going to survive it. He completes his work, pretty sure he can’t risk running away again after last time. Phasma is already keeping a close eye on him since his transfer. Once he is done he does go to find Slip. He needs someone to talk to, someone who isn’t Matt.
-
“It was terrifying. He just stood there…and…and patted my shoulder like we were longtime friends.” When Slip pats his shoulder, ’87 turns to glare at him. “That doesn’t help.”
Slips sighs. “You should be happy. We were all starting to take bets that you would spend the rest of your days picking up garbage.”
’87 didn’t mind picking up garbage. Someone had to do it and it kept him out of trouble. Why did all his friends had so much trouble understanding that. “Maybe.” He says because anything else is just going to get him more weird looks. “But I still don’t want to be under Kylo Ren’s command.”
’87 is so distressed by the idea he almost cries right there. He doesn’t though. He covers his face instead. “He’s weird and terrifying. And has a high ‘trooper turnout rate.” Slip did had to nod at that. Kylo Ren went through Stormtroopers faster than Hux went through speeches. “I hate it, Slip, I really do.”
Something heavy suddenly hit the ground behind them, making both Stormtroopers jump in surprise. ’87 managed to turn around just in time to see the look of hurt I Matt’s face. “Matt…”
The radar technician whimpered before turning around on his heel and disappearing, “Oh no…”
“Wait that was the mysterious Matt?” Slip asks surprised. “’87, I think…” He’s not listening to his friend. He’s already running behind the blond man.
“Matt, wait!” He turns one of the corners, but the radar technician has completely disappeared. It’s impossible. Most of the doors in the hall cannot be opened without a high ranking access code. “Matt?” He calls again, but his friend is long gone. Finn tells himself he’s going to find his friend and ask for forgiveness, give an explanation.
He never has time to do it. Jakku comes and with it Poe, the Resistance Pilot and their daring escape. He does hear that Kylo Ren destroyed another room to Hux’s long suffering annoyance that day.
(FILL) - Matt, First Order Wingman (3/?)
“Only a couple of more days.” He says with a gentle smile.
Yeah,” ’87 begins, forcing himself to sound excited. “Just a couple more days.”
“You’re going to be amazing. Just wait.” Matt says and tangles their fingers together. “You’re going to love to be under Kylo’s command. So much better than being here with General Hux.”
“Anyone is better than general Hux.” ’87 jokes. While Matt idolizes the ground Ren walks on. He has a distance for General Hux and constantly finds way to critic or dismiss the General’s command. As long as no one hears them, ’87 has no trouble playing along.
They joke around some more before ’87 finds himself lying his head against matt’s shoulder. “Do you ever think what would happen if we weren’t part of the First Order? We could just go anywhere we wanted. Like a warm planet.” ’87 sighed. He’d always wanted to go to a warm planet. “With beaches.” He adds.
“Next time we have vacation days, we can align them and go to a warm planet together.” Matt offers with a smile, not pushing ’87 away, but curling an arm over his shoulder instead.
“Yeah, that would be great.” ’87 murmurs. He doesn’t have the heart to tell Matt Stormtroopers don’t have vacation days. They work for the First Order until the day they die. “Just you and me.”
’87 licks his lips and grins. “We can send Hux “glad you’re not here holos.” Matt’s cheerful laughter is worth it.
-
“FN-2187, right?” the metallic voice pulls ’87 out of his thoughts. He jumps around, fear and shame from being caught with his head on the clouds by one of his superior officers. Only made worse when he realizes said superior officer is also Kylo Kriffing Ren. He drops his hands to his sides and stands still, eyes on the other’s familiar helmet.
Of all of his years avoiding interacting with the master of the Knights of Ren, figures his first real interaction happens when ’87 is screwing around. He’ll be lucky if he only gets send to be reconditioned. “Yes…sir?”
“Have you made all preparations for your transfer to the Finalizer ’87?”
It takes ’87 embarrassingly long to manage an answer. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Kylo Ren response. ’87 flinches and closes his eyes, thankfully that the other can’t see the pure terror on his expression when he watches Kylo take a step forward and lift his arm. To his shock the other man only pats his shoulder before stepping around him and walking down the hall.
He stands still, his heart on his throat long after the footsteps have disappeared. If this is his future FN-2187 is not sure he’s going to survive it. He completes his work, pretty sure he can’t risk running away again after last time. Phasma is already keeping a close eye on him since his transfer. Once he is done he does go to find Slip. He needs someone to talk to, someone who isn’t Matt.
-
“It was terrifying. He just stood there…and…and patted my shoulder like we were longtime friends.” When Slip pats his shoulder, ’87 turns to glare at him. “That doesn’t help.”
Slips sighs. “You should be happy. We were all starting to take bets that you would spend the rest of your days picking up garbage.”
’87 didn’t mind picking up garbage. Someone had to do it and it kept him out of trouble. Why did all his friends had so much trouble understanding that. “Maybe.” He says because anything else is just going to get him more weird looks. “But I still don’t want to be under Kylo Ren’s command.”
’87 is so distressed by the idea he almost cries right there. He doesn’t though. He covers his face instead. “He’s weird and terrifying. And has a high ‘trooper turnout rate.” Slip did had to nod at that. Kylo Ren went through Stormtroopers faster than Hux went through speeches. “I hate it, Slip, I really do.”
Something heavy suddenly hit the ground behind them, making both Stormtroopers jump in surprise. ’87 managed to turn around just in time to see the look of hurt I Matt’s face. “Matt…”
The radar technician whimpered before turning around on his heel and disappearing, “Oh no…”
“Wait that was the mysterious Matt?” Slip asks surprised. “’87, I think…” He’s not listening to his friend. He’s already running behind the blond man.
“Matt, wait!” He turns one of the corners, but the radar technician has completely disappeared. It’s impossible. Most of the doors in the hall cannot be opened without a high ranking access code. “Matt?” He calls again, but his friend is long gone. Finn tells himself he’s going to find his friend and ask for forgiveness, give an explanation.
He never has time to do it. Jakku comes and with it Poe, the Resistance Pilot and their daring escape. He does hear that Kylo Ren destroyed another room to Hux’s long suffering annoyance that day.
The filler before the revelation.