diversified | the best laid plans of mice and men [ psl ]

WHO Junior (

androit), Poe (

ambibionic)
WHAT A certain someone gets captured by the First Order, so he needs to be rescued. Things don't go as planned.
WHEN [insert fitting timeline point here]
WHERE The Finalizer, most likely
WHY because why not, I say.

Junior has been captured. You need to rescue him.

That's what Felix wakes up to in his bunk aboard the star destroyer. It's not something he wants to hear, but it happened and he needs to get ready. Get dressed, grab a blaster, get going. He knows he can succeed. He's got the Force with him. Well, an angry Force user who'd rather not have Junior anywhere near the First Order if he can allow it. Which is as close to the Force being on his side as he can get, so he'll take it without complaint.

He exits out into the corridors and strides along at a walking pace, nobody giving him a second glance. Why would they since he's one of them, only he was the one unlucky enough to be assigned to Kylo Ren. That was his job and not the one the First Order gave him. No, that was given to him by the man he was heading towards to rescue. Follow his big brother and make sure he's okay. And that's what he's done for all these years. It wasn't a bad job, all things considered. It was better than what his parents had gotten up to, unscrupulous murderers that they were, killing for profit.

I've secured a way off the ship. All you need to do is get him there.

Reaching the door to where Junior was being held, he looked to the stormtroopers from beneath his own helmet, trying to give off an air of importance. This was going to be the easy part. All he had to do was lie and after all these years as a member of the First Order, he could do that easily enough.

"Lord Ren wishes to have the prisoner moved," he said smoothly. It was the truth, though he doubted they'd be too happy to know Lord Ren wanted the prisoner moved off the ship. They didn't need to know. It was easier that way.

"We haven't heard anything about this," one stormtrooper replied and Felix merely shrugged, knowing full well that none of the troopers were too pleased about the petty squabbling higher up.

"You're welcome to go ask for verification, but Lord Ren isn't a patient man and he does wish for the prisoner to be relocated immediately," he said with emphasis on the last word. That seemed to work because one stormtrooper opened the door for him and Felix gave the trooper a nod before heading in and going over to Junior, immediately getting to work freeing him and placing restraints around his wrists.

"Looks like it's your lucky day. You're getting rescued," Felix told Junior in a low voice. "Guess the Force is really with you, isn't it?"

Don't fail.

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He'd felt it aboard the ship, the presence of someone he would give anything to see again. Unfortunately for Junior, there was no way to make that happen without possibly-fatal consequences. He would have to deal with the presence in the back of his mind, mostly blocked from him but for a trickle of contact they could never totally learn to stop. He doubted it was because Ben didn't want to reach out and find him, but for their collective protection from Snoke. It had been that way even before Ben was sent away to train with Luke, and Junior had stayed behind in the lie that his own connection with the Force was weak and would be too weak to train him as one of their uncle's new jedi.

No, what he really expected was Felix at some point in the transport. Where his brother was, so was Felix, keeping the promise to watch over him as Junior had asked years and years ago. He knew Felix didn't object to the posting, either, no matter what the First Order actually fought for, and the lack of actual spying into deeper secrets had kept him safe from any overly dangerous situations. It wasn't as if Ren is an idiot, same as the day before was particularly useful intel to anyone except his twin.

Being captured hadn't been part of the plan, but that was the sort of thing that tended to mess up your day anyway. Escape was a particularly useful skill that he hadn't quite mastered on his own. Any other situation like this usually involved running smuggling operations with his father, and he had both Han and Chewie to lean on in that case. That Felix was in a position to help him was nothing short of a miracle.

"Sometimes," he said. He flexed his hands, but didn't even think about fighting the restraints. "Glad this is one of those times. It's good to see you."

There was no surprise at being recognized. Having been friends since they were children, Felix was well aware that both twins had a connection to the Force and not just Ren. Besides, Felix has always kept himself hidden, using a scarf and goggles to cover his face long before he had taken to hiding under the jet black helmet of a First Order TIE pilot (one of Ren's little moments of pettiness, knowing full well that Felix hated to be behind the controls of any ship).

"Same to you, Solo," he said with a hint of happiness to his tone while he grabbed an elbow to keep hold of him while he easily dug the barrel of his pistol into his friend's side before starting to lead him out. "Try not to look too happy. They think you're being brought to your brother and nobody is happy to see Lord Ren."

It wasn't too hard to school his expression, because Junior knew that wasn't where they were going. He actually would have been happy for that, after all, even if it would have been under layers and layers of complications. "Lord Ren," he murmured. It was a name he knew more than well enough by now, but still strange to his ears. Whose idea had that been?

Thankfully Felix's voice had always been distinctive enough, and his movements were different than someone else others might confuse him for. Junior knew how to read people even if he couldn't tell someone else what it was he was reading off them. He stayed quiet as he was being ushered out, eyes to the floor and shoulders hunched woefully. They could talk more once they arrived at whatever their real destination was.

A change went through Felix's entire body as he stepped out with Junior, his body language becoming stiff and overwhelmingly military. It was like he had transformed from a normal person to one of the many identical stormtroopers on the ship. He stepped past the two guarding the door and neither moved as Felix continued onward with Junior in tow. There was no talking until they got to one of the main corridors, walking towards the direction of a hangar bay.

"It's better this way, you two not seeing each other," Felix commented quietly as he looked forward and acted like he was doing something relatively mundane and routine. "Besides, the General wanted to interrogate you and let's just say he and Kylo don't get along."

Which was an understatement. Felix had been present for more than one of their little spats over the period that Ren and Hux had been on the same ship as each other. If Hux knew for certain that he had Kylo Ren's brother, then things would not go well for any of them. Felix personally had no issues with the man and wanted to keep it that way as long as he had to deal with him.

It was a blessing and a curse to be relatively unknown as far as how famous all his relatives were. Junior had few qualms about it, and right now it was proving his own preference to be a good one. If the fact that he was related to Kylo Ren were public knowledge, then he wouldn't have been in nearly as much comfort as he had been within that holding cell.

"I know," mumbled Junior. He really did know it was for the better. It didn't stop the ache in his heart. Hopefully the internal politics wouldn't cause any blowback on the standard operations of the vessel. He wasn't fond of the idea that he might destabilize Ben's position somehow. "Appreciate a lack of interrogation, though."

"You don't need to worry about him," Felix said as if he could hear Junior's thoughts. He didn't need to from how well he knew how Junior was when it came to Kylo Ren. It was Junior's worry that had caused him to be sent chasing after him in the first place, after all, so he was very good at picking it up.

"He's not a part of the main military hierarchy, so he's free to do as he wishes," explained Felix with a light tone. This was all stuff he had learned early on while working to stay by Ren's side, so he knew it pretty well. "As long as it doesn't interfere with the Supreme Leader's plans. All the General can do is voice his displeasure and he will definitely do that where everyone can hear."

Ren had been right. A way out had been secured. Waiting in the hangar bay was a sleek little ship, one of the smaller shuttles used by lesser officers that had need of them and didn't warrant one of the larger commander shuttles favored by Hux and Ren himself. As it was, Poe had been waiting there for a little while now and while he wasn't nervous about the situation, he was a little disgruntled about it all. After all, he'd been pulled out of a sound sleep by a pressing 'demand' in his head and just moments after that, an official order by General Organa.

When Leia Organa said jump, Poe didn't even hesitate to ask how high. He trusted her implicitly and the same could be said in reverse if she was trusting him to recover her misplaced son.

Sighing behind the heavy shielded black of his mask, Poe did his best to refrain from impatiently tapping his fingers. He was sure First Order pilots didn't waste their time with such frivolous things.

Junior didn't quite know what to expect with the escape plan. All he knew was that Felix had it handled, and his brother was nearby, and eventually he would have to go home to his mother and then his father and try to assure them he was untouched and safe. After Ben had run off, fears ran high; for someone who was sensitive to that sort of thing, he knew best how careful he needed to be when coming home.

Still, it was infinitely better than not coming home at all.

Tilting his head just slightly to Felix, he pondered on that. It thankfully sounded like there was discord with Ben's station here, even if it wasn't in jeopardy, and some part of him was okay with that. Ben didn't belong here, not really, no matter whose grandson's they were. "Free to do what he wishes, except for let prisoners escape," he said quietly, voice kind of permanently set so only Felix could hear him.

Perhaps that feeling of subterfuge and escape was what kept him from noticing another familiar presence nearby. There was a lot going on lately.

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