Time Travel lite
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Months before the events of The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi, the Force comes to Ben Solo, the dark and deadly specter of the First Order widely known as Kylo Ren, showing him one perfect dream of his future. After wading through oceans of betrayal, loneliness, and deprivation, he is ready to claim his destiny. Ben will do whatever he needs to do to free himself from the control of his Master, claim what the Force owes him, and finish what his grandfather started.
Before any of that can happen, however, our hero will need to learn a little...Humility.
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Bookmarked by Revy (darth_revy)
16 Mar 2023
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Ben’s control slipped ever so slightly, the depth of his anger bubbling up to the surface like the magma of a long-dormant volcano. “Do you think that matters to me now?” His voice rose, lashing and violent. “That anything you could say would change my contempt? I am supposed to offer compassion now when you showed me none? I begged you! Do you have any idea what Snoke did to me? I was too young to understand my abusers. I thought I had done something wrong and I had nowhere else to go. You gave me to the monsters long before you ever thought me one.”
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Before he could pursue that line of thought, she returned her glare to his face. “Why are you doing this, Ben?”
“I told you, Sweetheart, I am here to negotiate peace and take you home.”
“Home? The First Order? To do what, exactly?”
“Rule the galaxy. Make babies. That sort of thing.”
Rey gaped at him, her cheeks heating with a becoming blush. “You must be joking. Stop. Stop this right now. It isn’t funny, Ben.”
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Ben obligingly walked a few paces away so that the general could say whatever it was that she planned to say.
“Ben Organa Solo,” his mother chided. Ben could not help but smirk at her as she shook an angry finger at him, whispering in the same voice she had often used when he was a misbehaving child. He had always known he was in real trouble when she used his full name. Ben crossed his arms on his chest, the leather of his uniform creaking slightly as he waited for the familiar sting of her judgment.
She did not disappoint him.
Drawing in a long breath, the former Senator wound up for a great speech. “You can deny any connection we have. You can reject the name that your father and I gave you and the Jedi Knight it was intended to honor. In fact, I don’t care if you choose to call yourself Kylo Ren or Darth Solo or any other damn name you please. I owe you that much. The fact remains that no matter what you choose to do now or by what name you call yourself, you will always be my son. You are a prince of Alderaan and the royal house of Naboo and you will acknowledge that. You will treat that girl with kindness and respect or so help me, Force, you will answer to me - regardless of this bargain you have struck with her. I will have your word on that. Now.”
Ben burst out laughing. She had actually cursed. He was nearly thirty standard years old and the ruler of the galaxy. His parents had abandoned him as a child. Yet here was his tiny mother presuming to dress him down in front of her ragtag band of…whatever they were… and then demand that he give her his word.
Ben purposely deflected. “Darth Solo. Genius. I wish I’d thought of that, Your Royal Highness.”