Disclaimer: Not my world just my playground. I own nothing. 27 years post ROTJ Action All sorts of charaters EU and Cannon The best of both worlds Chapter 1 First Order Star Destroyer Dauntless “This isn’t you Ben. You don’t have to go down this path,” the words were warm, tender, kind. Leia Organa shifted in her bonds looking at her oldest son, or what was left of him anyway, in her eyes. He was tall, muscular, and dressed in black robes reminiscent of her father, his grandfather Darth Vader, the former monster her son had come to idolize so much in the recent years passed. “Ben Solo is dead,” he calmly replied. “My name is Kylo Ren.” Defiantly Leia rolled her eyes up to him with a look of disgust added, “Don’t play that game with me. I know who my son is.” She stood strapped onto an interrogation table. It had been a while since she had been on a star destroyer, decades in fact. The smell of it remained the same, just as the pristine look of its interior. Also, the presence of troopers dressed in white armor brought back memories as well, the destruction of her home world, the rescue of her brother, a fact unknown to her at the time. Even though it was no longer called the Empire, the newly minted First Order was nothing but in nature. The pristine black grey and white décor stood as testament to that. She wasn’t aware of how long she had been captive and tortured anymore, days, perhaps weeks even. But here now she held her first glimmer of hope as her son stood in front of her for the first time since she had been brought here. She could reach him, she knew it. She could change him from the vile monster he had become, redeem him the way Luke had done their father before his passing. The burns from the constant torture sang with pain throughout her body and her strength had long since began to ebb. “Snoke is using you.” Seconds of silence passed as she waited for a rebuttal. “The pain will bring you the truth. Don’t fear it.” his only reply, still calm as if words could sooth her. “Then when he is done with you he will kill you. It’s his way. You are just a means to an end to him. Nothing more. Once your usefulness has run up, so too will have your time. You have no hope here Ben, come home.” her plea loving with the touch and care only a mother could provide, as a tear betrayed her eye, warming her cheek. He came in closer, bent down to where he could look her in the face, eye to eye. It was at that moment that she knew beyond all forms of doubt who her son had become. She could see the truth blazing in his eyes as he studied her features up and down intently. “Ben Solo,” he let the name linger, “is dead.” Galactic Trade route 5149 Central Hyperspace Hub Jaina Solo checked the instrument display of the Vortex, a Corellian D5 light transport cargo hauler. It was half the size of her father’s infamous ship the Millennium Falcon, but it maintained a comparable speed and its sensor package and cloaking ability more than made up for its factory noted short comings. Their current mission was one that would require stealth at its onset and this class of ship was more than up to par for the need. They had been waiting at the Hyperspace Hub for several hours now and she had begun to get impatient. Tres Minor, a small trading space station hung in the distance currently caught in backdrop of the eclipsing systems sun. Tres Minor was frequented by hundreds of ships daily as it stood as the only fueling station at this particular hub on the Corellian trade spine, and if their intel was sound it meant that their target was behind schedule which would be most out of place for it. She checked her chrono again and as if it had been taunting her, a massive triangular ship reverted from hyperspace almost directly on top of the Vortex. The intel had been correct. A star destroyer, one the on-board transponder could not identify without giving away their presence loomed overhead so close she could count the ion and pulse cannons. The ship was of the First Order. “They are here”, she called behind her as she checked the readouts of the cloaking shield generator from her pilot’s console. “Cloaks up and they should be blind to us. I don’t know how you came across the information, but it seems to check out. One day you will have to give me the full story behind it.” Jedi knight Jacen Solo slid into the copilot chair beside his sister cramming the remnants of his lunch into his mouth. “Good we could use a win,” he spoke, his words muffled between chews. Jaina and Jacen had recently become member of a growing number known as the resistance. After the outset of the events of Endor years ago, the Empire had dissipated into the unknown regions predicated by a multitude of defeats at the hands of the newly Reformed Republic. A cease fire had been obtained by both factions and for almost a decade the Empire was never heard from again. Thought dead, it wasn’t until the emergence of the First Order, only different in name, but still Imperial in every way, that the Republic began to see their true enemy. Then the bureaucracy took over. Still clinging to the ceasefire almost two decades old, the Reformed Republic voted to hold any aggressive actions against the First Order considering them to be a branch of the Empire, thereby protected by the old accord, thus bringing about the birth of a new resistance. It was believed in some circles that the formation of the resistance was actually sanctioned by members of the Reformed Republic in secret to combat the oppressive emergence of the First Order. That belief seemed to be bolstered by the appointment of Leia Organa, a long-standing member of the Reformed Republic, as its leader and primary general. Leia had resigned her former position with the Reformed Republic shortly after the vote to remain neutral towards the First Order’s aggression had concluded. Within a few weeks after it became known that it was she herself who now spearheaded the resistance. However just recently she had gone comm silent and no one associated with the resistance could report hearing from her. Most believed she had gone underground now that she had a target placed on her by the First Order, but Jacen and Jaina knew their mom better than that. She would have left some line of communication for some way for them to keep in touch and would surely have made contact with one of them by now. The twins concluded that something must have happened to her and that the First Order had to be at the heart of it. They feared the worst. The two Jedi knights then joined the resistance and began tracking down any leads and questioning contacts thought to be sympathetic to the First Order and after a few days they had tracked down a cargo pilot who had been known to tell tales of frequently spotting a star destroyer on a regular basis, jumping into system while in transit, changing course and then jumping back out again. They both believed that ship would provide the best course of intel on their mother’s whereabouts and perhaps some details into her disappearance. So, the two had took the Vortex out to investigate the validity of the cargo pilots tale and now observed first hand that the pilot had been true to his word. Amazingly he was even able to supply the direct coordinates to the destroyer’s reentry from hyperspace. He must have been tracking it over a period of days to get such precise information, in the hopes of selling it to the highest bidder. The massive ship now loomed over the Vortex filling the view port from one side of the ship to the other completely. “There”, Jaina spoke as she pointed towards an area of the underside of the destroyer’s hull. “We can dock there and we should be able to cut through with our lightsabers. The readouts say the bulkheads there aren’t very think and structural integrity is weakest in its center between those two plates. The only problem is that we don’t have any schematics for this new design so I have no idea what we will be getting into once we are on the other side of that hull.” Jacen brushed the crumbs off his dark brown tunic, “That’s fine. I’m sure we will make due once we get inside. Let’s just get us up there.” Using the docking thrusters so that the ship wouldn’t show up on any of the thermal scanners, Jaina maneuvered the ship into position as the destroyer began reorient itself for the next leg of hyperspace. “What if that thing goes into hyperspace and we are still in the Vortex? Will it take us in with it or will it rip us off in the process?” It was a concerning question since the latter would seem to mean their deaths. “Once we breach the hull it should trigger the environmental systems on that deck which would shut down any jump attempt,” Jaina answered. “Good.” “If you say so, it should also alert all personnel in the surrounding area to the issue. We will get a lot of company pretty quick. Lots of company.” ‘You’re right, that’s not good… that’s excellent.” Jania looked over at her brother with a raised brow and a concerned look in her eye as Jacen stared raptly at the approaching ship. “Are you going to tell me the plan for when we get on board yet?” “We will figure something out when we get there,” was his only reply steeped in nonchalance. That sounded just like a response she would have gotten from her father. As she continued to look on at her brother, the more she could see Han Solo in him. Truth be told, it scared her.