Kylo Ren

“It wasn’t foolish–He had a way to wrap everyone’s mind into thinking we didnt’ have any other choice,” Ardo admitted, though he always thought there were choices; he just wasn’t ready to give up in the only family he had ever cared about which was his fellow apprentices like Breha. His blood family had had no problem tossing him aside and shipping him off with Luke, regardless of his wishes and here he was now, serving a new master.

“Of course I want to meet him,” he snapped back at her shaking his head. “We need to figure out a plan. He’s not safe here, not with Hux. We need to take care of that menace because he tries something idiotic.”

How had she done this without him? Standing there, Ardo in front of her, Breha now wondered why she hadn’t told him before. Called him back from wherever he had been with the knights. Because they were a pair, a unit, a partnership. And it was becoming clearer by the moment that he was the one she needed beside him.

He was the one Ani needed. The one that would teach her son...their son (?) everything a father taught a son. Who would prepare him to one day lead the knights of Ren before ascending to the throne himself.

But first...first they needed to get rid of Hux. Ardo was absolutely right about that. With Hux about, Ani was not safe.

“All of the above, yeah,” Ben admitted, not liking to remember how Poe used them time and time again and had him wrapped around his little finger. Dick. But things were different now, something else was going on. He wasn’t sure what was coming or how he knew it (he had willingly given up on figuring out the Force way too many years ago to care) but someone was out there, waiting.

“You really think Luke would come if we get that map? I doubt it.”

Breha was right there with him when it came to trying to figure out the force. She too had given up on ever trying to understand it and had begun to doubt that anyone really knew how it worked, even their uncle. Though he, obviously, came the closest.

“So you’re sexually active,” she decided to go for instead, letting go of Breha’s arm. “Go in, come on,” she said next but didn’t let her out of her sight. “I want to assume that you’re not being a reckless teenager and you’re actually using protection, aren’t you? Because a child is one of the many, many things you could get out of unsafe sex.”

“Have you seen an OBGYN yet? Are you on pills?”

The troglodyte. While Breha had never heard her grandmother refer to her father by that term, she had heard her grandfather use it many a time. And while she was amused by it, her mother most certainly was not. Han was a good man. And a good father. Something he had proven time and time again. The fact that her parents refused to see that...

But that was a convo for another time. Right now was about Breha and her relationship with Poe. Specifically the fact that it seemed to have gotten physical.

“Of course we’re using protection.” Not all the time. Sometimes they forgot. Like this time. But most of the time, yes. They used protection. Or at least he did. Because no, Breha wasn’t on pills.

“You what?” That was not at all what Breha had been expecting. She thought for sure Ani calling her name meant he needed more juice or that Nine had scratched him. Not that he caught Ben and Rey…

Of course, it wasn’t exactly a surprising development. Not given the way Ben felt for her. She had just assumed he would have drawn it out longer. As he often did.

Somewhere inside of him, a piece of him tore when Breha said she had wanted to leave him behind on the wreckage of the Supremacy.

“I tore into your husband’s mind to get the information he refused to give,” he leaned forward as much as he was able, “I killed our father. I became the monster you all feared.“

“What is the purpose of this?“

“Because of mom. Because she believes you can still be saved. As does Rey.” Breha? Well, she wasn’t really sure what she believed. She wanted to think that her brother could be saved, that they could get back to what they used to be...but she was afraid of being disappointed. Of throwing herself heart and soul into it only to lose him again.

And of Ani getting caught in the crossfire. Whatever happened, her son had to be her first priority. 

“So was this a roundabout way to ask me to babysit Ani tonight? Because I really gotta go warn Illy–I mean, not warn her, but do some damage control so your brother gets to live another day.”

“No. It was more me griping about my brother not being available. But if you’d like to take Ani with you...I mean a cute little kid goes a long way. How could Illy be mad with that face in room?” Plus, you know, if her mom took Ani then she and Poe were free to do a little hunting. Just the two of them. 

      Second in command?

             No kriffing way…”

  That alone just meant he was near his father and–

        that was something he did not want to deal with.

   It was already a shock learning exactly who his mother was or well

              learning she is not what they said she was.

 They always spoke nice stories of her childhood- how much they loved her.

        But they couldn’t save her and she increasingly let the darkness consume                   her light.

   Making it sound as if she were dead this whole time.

          Just the way the phrased it.

 Too much for his own mind to handle..

   Rubbing his temples as a painful head ache grew.

 “ I doubt he’ll bother me,

       obviously if he never made any efforts in the past.

          He can continue to act as if I don’t exist.  

                              I’d prefer it.

  Must….he know I am here…Ugh.”

“For now, at least. I don’t really see him holding the position long.” Not after this.

Breha would argue the stories her family told; fairy tales to make themselves seem the victors. Or victims. Tales of how they tried to save her, to bring her back to the light when in reality? They had tried to end her.

Tried to kill her because they feared her. Feared her potential. She bet that same potential resided in her son. How else had he managed to survive?

Padme let out a semi-dissapointed sigh out of her lips when Breha retorted to that particular line to defend her position. Okay then.

“How far along are you? Does Poe know? Of course Poe knows,” she rolled her eyes before taking a sip of her latte and gesturing for Breha to start eating. “Eat, come on, chop chop young lady”

Funny story...well, maybe. Breha was pretty sure that her and Poe’s little rendezvous at Chewie’s was what cause her current condition. Or at least the math made it seem so. But as her and Poe were having regular...rendezvouses, it was a little hard to pin point the exact timing.

“Intel from Dameron. Right, I forgot he was the golden boy,” Ben cleared his throat rolling his eyes with contempt. Ben was perfectly capable of being covert; he was named captain six months before Poe which meant he could fly just as good as him if not better and he was Leia’s son so why couldn’t she send him instead of that asshole? Why?

“I hate that guy.”

“Why? Because mom seems to think the sun shines out of his ass? Or because he’s your ex? And my ex? And then your ex again?” It had been a weird couple of years for the Solo twins as Poe Dameron had kind of made his way through both of them. Her once, Ben twice, and now it seemed his attention was back on her. 

This time, however, Breha was having none of it. She actually had her eye on another pilot. Fel. Not that either of them had made a move outside of flirty com banter. But there was potential.

She stopped him dead on his tracks before walking into the house and told them they were out getting lunch for everyone and that he needed to calm the hell down if he intended to be heard. Once Chewie took a few deep breaths he explained exactly how he had found Breha and why he was so pissed.

“Chew, CPS wouldn’t have broken into your home but I understand the sentiment,” she quickly backtracked. “Why don’t you go home and find Rey and pass on this family lunch and I take it from here?”

Chewie wanted blood–or so he inspired but Padme crossed her arms over her chest, “I can’t believe that. I can’t believe you want her exposed to her father nor want Han to get his gun and go beat the shit out of Poe because you know that’s what’s gonna happen. Go home to your girl,” she offered patting Chewie’s back and snatched Breha by the arm before she could skip away under some thing or other.

“If you think you’re out of the woods you’re severely mistaken young lady.”

When Padme first sent Chewie away, Breha thought maybe...just maybe...she was going to get out of this thing unscathed. But the moment Padme grabbed her arm, she knew that wasn’t going to happen. With a sigh, she turned to face her grandmother. She really wasn’t seeing what the big deal was.

Okay. Not true. She got why ‘breaking in’ to Chewie’s was a big deal. She didn’t get why what happened after was. (Though she would soon -- spoiler alert).