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PROMPT POST #4
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FILL 1/4 - Ben Solo, Resistance interrogator
(Anonymous) 2016-03-21 02:50 am (UTC)(link)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.
Re: FILL 1/4 - Ben Solo, Resistance interrogator
(Anonymous) 2016-03-21 03:03 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 1/4 - Ben Solo, Resistance interrogator
(Anonymous) 2016-03-21 03:14 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 1/4 - Ben Solo, Resistance interrogator
(Anonymous) 2016-03-21 04:28 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 1/4 - Ben Solo, Resistance interrogator
(Anonymous) 2016-03-21 04:32 am (UTC)(link)Ah, I've been waiting for this and it doesn't disappoint. Ben's characterization is wonderful, I like the implication behind "A sin was a sin, until it was a useful sin." I wonder if Hux knows the pet jedi regularly leaves his 'interviewees' in pieces? Or if his fear is more from what Snoke will do to him if he cracks? I love that Hux is so appalled that he was captured at all and that the Resistance base looks like an "intergalactic jumble sale" to him, that the weight of his disdain made Ben slightly self-conscious.
(I fully believe that if Hux had the Force he'd use it to tuck shirts in.)
And oh man three more parts to come? Awesome. /sets up camp in this thread
Re: FILL 1/4 - Ben Solo, Resistance interrogator
(Anonymous) 2016-03-21 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)More please!
Re: FILL 1/4 - Ben Solo, Resistance interrogator
(Anonymous) 2016-03-30 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)