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dontcallmecarrie · 5 months

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Were you the one who wrote Kylo Ren getting whats hia face out of hia head early and being a better person for it? Asking because I think this is relevant to that and was wondering if you'd seen it or what you thoughts of it?

https://www.tumblr.com/suzukiblu/144271320222/suzukiblu-someone-somewhere-on-this-our-beloved?source=share

Yes and no: yes I do have two AUs where Ben Organa is the exact opposite of Kylo Ren, one being a little closer to canon where he does kick out the creepy voice in his head while the other is the 'canon whomst?' remix, but neither reach the glorious chaos that is that AU.

Like, sure, there's some elements that come close: Ben being Very Extra with his sense of fashion, but in Darth Calamity it's because he found some really nice armor in the ruins of some planet [cough, cough, Darth Revan's gear, cough] and it turns out that finding anything else of the same quality would cost a lot of credits and between ship fuel and blaster packs and guild dues, it's never really been a priority when what he has is perfectly good. Similarly, Ben will be the first to admit he is no teacher, but that's 100% meant to be an ironic echo of canon- because in he ends up being the Wise Old Mysterious Jedi Mentor Figure, albeit kicking and screaming the entire way.

The closest I've got is my 'in which Darth Calamity meets canon and absolutely no one is happy about it' tag, and in said tag the main focus is "Ben is literally in the world of his worst nightmares" and "everyone else finds out they're living in the Worst Timeline Possible" and "Ben being himself does not help, because finding out that there's a world where Leia's son inherited Padme's social justice rants instead of Anakin's Jedi-killing tendencies makes them feel robbed".

That being said, I can see the appeal- but I'd be iffy about actually reading it before finishing Darth Calamity, because I'm worried I'd accidentally steal someone's idea and I have a hard enough time keeping my stories on track as is.

...and thanks for the reminder, because I finally have some time to write and some WIPs to hopefully tackle.

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dontcallmecarrie · 5 years

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Standing On the Edge

stress writer + extreme stress + writer’s block for the stuff I actually want to write = me realizing I made a mistake, when trying to think of the absolute worst day Ben Organa Solo could have.

Well, sort of. Here, have a shatterpoint, it’s been a while. Under the cut, because RIP mobile users otherwise.

Ben Organa Solo had Seen Things. Had seen a lot of things, had been running from his demons for the better part of his life, had gotten into bar fights on Canto Bight and shot at pirates in hyperspace and yelled at Force ghosts on Korriban and Malachor, had helped take down the kriffin’ First Order. By all rights, nothing should be able to surprise him by now.

Yet—

This was a new one.

He swallowed hoarsely as he looked around and faces he’d only ever seen in his dreams, and bit back the urge to punch the wall, scream, anything.

Oh, come on.

Ben had long since been made aware of whose armor he’d apparently found, oh so long ago [it’d saddled him with that stupid, ridiculous name, how could he not?] but...

Well, he had already known the galaxy was still recovering from the fall of the Jedi. But it was one thing to be academically aware of something, and another to have said knowledge be forced in your face via the lightsaber he’d hastily had to deflect because—

Purple lightsaber clashed against purple, and Ben took a nanosecond to process his shock before he ripped off his mask with his other hand before things could escalate even more because this was a nightmare and the absolute worst way he could think of meeting his heroes [the only heroes who had never disappointed him].

“Hey, hey, I know this looks bad but I’m not him!”

His Force presence was a roiling stormcloud, he had a purple lightsaber and the armor of the Revanchist on some godforsaken battlefield and Sithspit he had not thought this through.

The only way things could be worse would be if—

A faint hum was the only warning Ben had before he ducked under the other lightsaber as he put his mask back. The other, annoyingly familiar blue lightsaber and kriff that was Skywalker.

...Ben could not kill him. No, he couldn’t kill the man who’d featured in the worst of his childhood nightmares, even if he wanted to deny any connection to the bastard he still wanted to be born and he must be really, really feeling like a Sith in the Force right now if the way they were eyeing him was any clue.

Do not screw with the space-time continuum, do not, do not—

So of course that’s when a platoon of droids find them.

Of kriffing course.

Jedi General Mace Windu was very, very alarmed to see the newcomer, and it was only partly because of who he resembled.

Nor was it the way the stranger’s Force presence had darkened even more at the sight of Skywalker, or the color of his lightsaber.

No, Mace Windu’s main concern was the ease with which he had turned to face the droids— his blood ran cold when he saw the figure outstretch a hand, and decimated them with an ease that spoke of years of practice and control.

He recognized it immediately, of course. [How could he not, when he himself had been the only one of his generation to have possessed said ability as well?]

Shatterpoint.

Ben kept his shoulders squared and lightsaber at the ready, even as he lowered his hand. He did not like the way the Jedi were looking at him— Mace Windu[!!!] had ill-disguised shock in his eyes, while Skywalker had stiffened after the first of the clankers had started falling [the hypocrite]. In the distance, he could hear clone troopers approaching and registering the disturbance as well— they’d probably arrive in a few minutes.

So much for subtlety.

Rey was never going to let him hear the end of it. Ben could almost hear Finn’s laughter, too, and the pang of homesickness came on the heels of the realization of how strained their bond felt, stretched between time and space as it was.

[He just wanted to go home.]

“Who are you?” Skywalker asked in suspicion, and Ben tamped down on what irritation he hadn’t managed to channel into his attack.

No need to escalate this, these were allies.

He turned to address Mace Windu, out of spite. “General Mace Windu. May I trouble you in asking what the date is? I do believe I’m a bit lost.”

aka the one where Ben crash-lands the Clone Wars. Cue internal screaming.

On the plus side, his childhood dreams [and nightmares], plus his being a history buff, mean that he’s very much on the ball as far as politicking and tactics go. Plus whenever Anakin’s not in the picture, Ben is highkey fanboying over everything and everyone he meets [Mace Windu! The 187th! Obi-Wan Kenobi! The 212st! Plo Koon! The Wolfpack! Bail Organa! Mon Mothma!] because these were his childhood heroes, the people whose deeds and morals he aspired to emulate when he was at his lowest points. He’s seeing and interacting with people he’d only ever seen in his dreams, and for the first time in his life, he meets his heroes and they don’t end up disappointing him even once.

...whenever he’s not scaring the crap out of them, anyway, because he refuses to remove his mask in case anyone spots the resemblance between him and Anakin. Which, combined with the armor he’s also not inclined to take off anytime soon [dude crash-landed in the middle of a war zone, what do you expect?], and you get a lot of heart attacks whenever he meets someone new.

A lot of ‘oh shit that’s Darth Revan!’ moments, with the Jedi, and multiple kidnapping attempts from the Separatists because of that very same reason. Because Ben refuses to set foot on Coruscant as long as the Supreme Chancellor’s on it, and Palpatine is very...intrigued by these reports.

Unfortunately for him, Ben takes one look at what’s going on, and goes “okay you know what? I didn’t want to make waves but clearly this is an alternate timeline so screw it, let’s see how much I can fix”.

If this universe doesn’t get a Ben, well at least they’re still going to be minus an Empire, so he’ll take it.

Even if the Jedi are slightly horrified by how chill he is about the prospect, because what the hell. Made even worse as the story continues tumbling out, about Order 66 [by the way, turns out that Shatterpoint + chips = one less risk in a pinch] and Operation Knightfall and everything else that went down— and that Ben saw it in his childhood.

The pièce de résistance, however, is the ‘my grandfather was a Sith Lord’ thing, hands down. [Geez. No wonder the guy’s Force presence was as solidly grey as it was.]

Ben doesn’t name names or remove his mask, but he doesn’t need to.

Not when everyone can feel just how little he likes Anakin Skywalker, whenever they’re in the same room.

Even if he hasn’t done it yet [ever, in this timeline], Ben will never forgive him for it. For becoming Darth Vader, for being the Emperor’s attack dog and casting a shadow so dark, Ben couldn’t fully escape it even after a lifetime of running.

Which is a tragedy, actually, because if Anakin had been any other person, they would’ve gotten along very well.

They have a similar protectiveness for their loved ones [the sacrifice Ben made to keep Finn and Rey safe would’ve spoken for itself], and similar experiences as Padawans [both experienced jealousy and fear because of their power]. Ben inherited Anakin's and Han Solo’s piloting skills, and Ben’s drive for justice runs in the family too.

But because Anakin Fell in Ben’s timeline, because he featured in so many of his nightmares, was the reason Ben had struggled so hard to define himself, he just— can’t. Can’t help but raise his guard, whenever he sees Anakin. Can’t help but stiffen, can't keep his Force presence from darkening slightly.

It’s painful to watch, even for the most distant of outsiders [...who are allies, anyway. Ventress just sits back and has popcorn, whenever they’re out in the field].

Especially because the more time passes, the more Ben lowers his guard around everyone else. He shows an excellent head for tactics in his talks with Obi-Wan and Yularen and the various politicians that crop up, banters with Ahsoka and the clones, and is...not exactly subtle with the way he fanboys over everyone.

It’s...kinda adorable, actually. Ben tries to acts all professional and aloof and gruff, but then he’ll slip and geek out at the prospect of sparring with a Jedi, or he focuses so much on trying to impress Bail Organa that he completely misses the look in the man’s eyes when Ben offhandedly mentions his own efforts against the First Order.

The more time passes, the better read everyone has on the situation.

And then Finn and Rey show up [”dammit Ben next time we’re the ones scouting the creepy Force cave”], and even more pieces of the puzzle come to light.

Finn and Rey, who are brilliant where Ben was a stormcloud.

Finn and Rey, who openly, shamelessly give their own perspective on things too, and help fill in the parts that Ben left out.

By the time the trio leave, it’s with the hope of a brighter future, and the knowledge that that galaxy is in good hands.

#shatterpoint #The Rise of Darth Calamity #The Man Who Sold The World #in which Darth Calamity meets canon and absolutely no one is happy #with bonus time travel #Darth Calamity meets the Clone Wars #My writing #My fic #bonus content #behind the scenes mini fic #behind the scenes

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dontcallmecarrie · 5 years

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Ben's scowl had not abated in the time between when they'd boarded the Millennium Falcon, and their arrival. To any outsider, he looked thunderous, probably looked no less intimidating than the man he kept an eye on with the way his very presence oozed menace.

Well, to the one he wanted to intimidate, anyway, for the handful of seconds before he noticed Kylo Ren looked more awestruck than afraid— then, he blanked his face with a disgusted huff, and turned to the others on the ship.

"Looks like he’s awake. Anyone else want to keep an eye on him? Because I can't guarantee he'll be in one piece when when arrive, otherwise."

"I'll do it," Rey answered, clapping a hand on his shoulder as she moved to take his place. Then, at the others' dubious glances, her smile gained an edge. "Oh, I'd like to see him try."

To the side, Finn huffed a laugh as he noticed their confusion, and chipped in. "Rey's the scary one, guys. Be—Calamity, think you can lend a hand?"

"Sure. What do you need?" Ben asked, and pointedly kept his voice as soft as possible because the...other guys' stares burned a hole in the back of his head.

Rey— the other Rey, stars this was confusing— looked like a breeze would knock her over, from her spot in the pilot’s seat. Chewie— Chewbacca, this wasn't the Wookie they knew— had been tense since the start and would probably not relax until this mess was dealt with, and while Finn was doing a good job at healing...his alternate self, it wasn't his specialty and the poor man was still down for the count.

All in all, Ben felt he was doing pretty well, in regards to his composure. So what if he was leaning on their Force bond a bit more than usual? As far as he was concerned, Kylo Ren wasn’t dead, that was enough.

"I want to move him but I need you to support—"

"Oh, I see what you mean, do you plan to—right."

"You're confusing them again." Rey said aloud, sending a small wave of amusement through the bond but otherwise not looking away from Kylo Ren's makeshift cell.

Finn didn't look away from his work, so Ben didn't either. But, because apparently once a teacher always a teacher, he let his voice fall into a now-familiar cadence as he explained for their audience.

"We have a Force bond. There's different types, from Master-Padawan to pair bonds, and depending on how strong they are you can feel another's emotions or hear their thoughts. Jedi can do them, Sith have something different, and the less I think about Knights the better off we'll be when we land because mo— the General will probably prefer this waste of space," Ben vaguely gestured to Kylo Ren with his head, "be brought to her alive."

He didn’t hide his disgust, when he said it.

“How long until we get there? And do you guys have Jedi healers available?” Rey asked in a voice that probably sounded casual, to those that didn’t know her.

Chewbacca’s howl sent chills down Ben’s spine, even as it confirmed his fears.

“No Jedi healers. Got it. Finn, looks like you’re taking point for this one.”

Ben didn’t look away from their patient, and did his level best to avoid remembering his nightmares.

Suffice it is to say, he failed.

‘Ben, we can feel your panic,’ Finn murmured quietly, and he mentally apologized and reinforced his shields even further.

They were all acutely aware of the mess they were in, no need to add to the tension.

Already, he could feel Rey’s protectiveness and Finn’s resolve surging, especially because...

“We’re landing.” The Rey he didn’t know called, and part of Ben twisted when he felt the mix of grief and confusion and exhaustion she projected into the Force, ached to at least try and reach out and support— right. Not his Rey.

His alternate was the one responsible for it, and for Finn’s distress, and they were now coming in fast to a base teeming with people who would probably shoot on sight.

Oh, sithspit.

“Get up.” Rey barked at...Kylo Ren, and when he didn’t move, didn’t hesitate to just levitate him and start moving, exclamations of surprise be damned.

She wasn’t Finn, and while she admired the way he was strong enough to extend a hand in mercy to his fellow man...Ben needed her right now, and she couldn’t be there because of him.

Her younger self was rattled and didn’t have half the support she had, Finn was...otherwise occupied, and the Force itself felt all sorts of wrong, and if Rey kept thinking about it she’d be liable to snap even before Ben and— she took a deep breath, and let it out.

Control, she couldn’t afford to lash out. If Ben could hold it together, then damn it so could she. They needed her to go first, because things’d go to hell in a hand basket if anyone tried to shoot when Ben was helping Finn stabilize...their patient, and focus.

Kylo Ren was still struggling, and she absently tightened her grip to keep him from moving around. Then, feeling another moment of quiet surprise from...her alternate, Rey turned and gave both her and Chewbacca a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Want to take him down, or would you rather I do it?”

What she wouldn’t give to have a set of Force-binding cuffs, right now. Then her hands wouldn’t be itching for a lightsaber during the inevitable confusion that would arise when they left the ship, and, more importantly, she’d be able to watch her boys’ back for the same.

Well. At least she could ease the way, somehow.

Her alternate self had already commed the base about the situation, after all. Kylo Ren’s capture would help bring at least a measure of goodwill, and from there...they’d figure it out.

“Rey,” stars it felt weird saying her own name, “I know you’re worried, but...would you mind...” she gestured vaguely to Kylo Ren, and her younger self finally tore herself from hovering by Finn and Ben, concern for her friend written all over her face. [Did she really look that young, back then?]

The entire situation was bizarre. Under other circumstances, Rey might’ve been amused by the sheer amount of stares and double takes she garnered, holding Kylo Ren and walking alongside Chewbacca and her double.

As it was, however, all Rey felt was a new respect for Ben’s self-control, because every look had her tensing just that much more, acutely aware of their situation.

It’s not until she saw Leia’s— General Organa, right— ashen face as they continued to disembark, however, that the realization hits home. Because up until that point, Ben had done an admirable job at hiding his emotions from their Force bond, but the glimpse of his mother’s horror and grief as she saw Kylo Ren was enough to break through the same shields that had withstood the worst of the First Order’s torture, and...

“Right, kriff this.” Rey said, voice deceptively level. “Chewbacca? I leave him in your hands.”

With that, she dropped Kylo Ren where he stood, turned on a heel, and marched right back to the ship.

Force, she missed home.

#The Rise of Darth Calamity #The Man Who Sold the World #in which Darth Calamity meets canon and absolutely no one is happy #behind the scenes #bonus content #My writing #my brain did a thing

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dontcallmecarrie · 5 years

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in the mood for angst atm, and it just hit me [in my defense, I’m running on more sleep than caffeine now] that this snippet? Is actually a lot less angsty than it could’ve been. Because sure, Ben’s not exactly in a good place, but at least he’s got a support system of sorts with his Finn and Rey at hand. So here, have a remix of a snippet of an AU I am trying to ignore.

Ben was vaguely surprised he hadn’t cracked the artifact, with how tightly he was gripping it. He couldn't help it; even if he’d faced down tyrants and Force abominations and mass murderers, this was something else.

Or, worse—somewhere else, and he didn’t know what was going on anymore. Not when the Force felt a lot darker, a lot more strained than it’d been not five minutes ago, alone in a forest he’d never seen before.

All he knew was, he'd had a bad feeling since he’d first seen that damn artifact, and now this. Ben wasn’t scared, no. It’d take a lot more than this...vision [Force, he hoped it was a vision] to scare him, after everything he’d seen, but.

He wouldn’t deny he was nervous. Especially since his Force bond with Finn and Rey felt as thin as spider silk, and he didn’t know if they were safe even if they’d been in the room with him, and—focus.

Ben was calm, he was in control. Right.

He didn’t know where he was, everything about this situation was tripping every single alarm bell he had, and he just wanted to get this over with and he could do this, this was nothing compared to what he’d done before, damn it.

...and then he heard the unmistakable sound of two lightsabers clashing together, and Ben didn’t need the Force’s warning to run towards it—only to stop short for a moment.

Because, not a few dozen meters away, Ben saw something he’d only ever seen in his nightmares.

Finn lying on the ground, unconscious, while Rey desperately fought a man with a red cross-shaped lightsaber.

A man who had a thundercloud of a Force presence, emanating waves of desperation and power and rage, and a face so familiar it made Ben’s blood run cold.

So, so familiar, because he saw it every time he looked into a mirror.

Any hesitation Ben had about engaging vaporized, and he sprinted to help Rey. Even if this one wasn’t his friend, wasn’t the woman who’d helped storm the First Order to rescue him, he trusted her more than he did...him.

Rey looked about as stunned as the man did, when the purple lightsaber came out, but at least she didn’t question his help as Ben attacked with the ferocity that came with finding an outlet for his pent-up frustration and fear.

“Who the hell are you?” The other man snarled, and he gave a thin-lipped smile in answer as he weaved around Rey’s swings.

If he were a better person, Ben probably wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing the dawning fear in his opponent’s eyes as he realized he was outmatched. As it was, Ben kept his silence and let his smile sharpen as the fight went on and his opponent was on the ground, and made sure it was the last thing the man saw before he knocked him out.

Then, he looked up as he felt yet another warning in the Force, and his heart lurched as he noticed Rey’s look of wariness. Ben quickly deactivated his lightsaber to allay any worries she had.

“Who are you,” Rey snapped, still at the ready and if he didn’t know her [a version of her, this wasn’t his friend] better he would’ve missed the fear she was hiding in her bravado.

Ben swallowed, throat abruptly tight as the battle high receded and he remembered where he was. He tried for a wry smile anyway, and probably failed miserably if her reaction was anything to go by. “Not from this world, I can tell you that much. Call me Ben—” he started, until he noticed the way she tensed. “Or, you know what? Calamity works too, if you want.”

He hated that ridiculous title, but if it gave him a degree of separation from his evil clone, he’d take what he could get.

Rey still looked a bit wary, but at least put her lightsaber away. “Why did you help?” Unsaid, was the ‘help me, and not him?’, but it still came through loud and clear.

“Because historically, people with red lightsabers are assholes, and you looked like you needed it.” Ben said wryly, before tensing as he felt the ground rumble. Then, he lurched forward and threw...him over his shoulder, moments before the ground cracked and even if this wasn't his Rey, he still didn’t need words to know to follow her lead as they raced to safety.

Right, because this was Starkiller Base, and it was falling apart around them. [Force, he hated this.]

It didn’t take too long for Ben to catch up to Rey. Moments later, though, he had to dodge quickly because— was that a bowcaster bolt?!

“Wait! He’s with me!” Rey yelled across the clearing where a familiar figure stood, and Ben waited for Chewbacca’s roar of acknowledgment before he made his way back to her.

“Don’t shoot, I’m not from here and I come bearing gifts!” He called, and shifted the deadweight on his shoulder to make him more visible. “Well, make that a gift. I don’t know his name, but I think he’s the one you want.”

“It’s Kylo Ren.” Rey said quietly once he got near, and Ben froze.

But only for a second, before he released his shock into the Force and pressed onwards, acutely aware of the ground crumbling under their feet.

As they approached, Chewbacca’s confusion would have almost been comical under other circumstances, but Ben hated everything about this situation.

“Hey, Chewie.” He said, aiming for levity because if he didn’t there’d be nothing distracting from the fact that this was his worst nightmare, that if his dreams were anything to go by Kylo Ren had been well on his way to being a budding Darth Vader, and—no, focus.

He’d laid that fear to rest. He had, the First Order was no more and he had to get a grip.

“I’m—” Ben paused, then started again even as he set about securing everything for takeoff. “Call me Calamity, because my life is a mess.”

#The Rise of Darth Calamity #The Man Who Sold The World #My writing #in which Darth Calamity meets canon and absolutely no one is happy #cue the angst #thought exercise #Trying to get rid of writer's block

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dontcallmecarrie · 5 years

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tfw you switched majors and suddenly the grading scale’s different. Tests, I can handle. Writing papers on stuff I only half-remember because the reading was so damn long? Time will tell...anyway, you guys know the drill: post-finals jitters + relief because That One Class was bleak whenever it wasn’t flat-out depressing + writer’s block for TWiFFON = this.

For not being a Sith Lord of old, Ben sure was making a very good impression of one.

Rey didn’t hesitate to elbow him in the ribs when she noticed the way the...other guys tensed, when they felt the miasma of bone-deep fury. These guys didn’t know Ben, didn’t know he was reeling, couldn’t feel his badly-hidden horror and the wellspring of grief he’d started to emanate before he’d locked it behind ironclad shields from their bond.

‘Ben, careful, you’re scaring them.’ She nudged towards him, and the miasma promptly vanished as he slumped and leaned against both her and Finn.

Then again, it wasn’t like she could blame him. Odds were, she was doing a terrible job of hiding her own shock, but...it couldn’t be.

“What do you mean Kylo Ren killed Han?”

It did not compute, it just...Rey couldn’t. She’d known this world was strange from the start, the way the Force itself felt was different, but this was too much.

Ben loved his family.

She’d felt a pang of...something, when he’d talked about them, way back when. Even when he’d mentioned how he hadn’t seen them in years, how he’d been on the run for nearly half his life from those that wanted him dead— it’d been plain to see how much he missed them. The banked grief had been written all over his face, and she hadn’t wanted to question the readiness with which he’d taken them under his wing [because maybe, just maybe, this was what it felt like to have an older brother], and then the whole story’d come tumbling out and...

Ben loved his family. Rey knew, just like Finn knew, what he felt, because he wore his heart on his sleeve even more than he did his mask. Seeing him reunite with his father had made her feel just a little bit of envy, because of just how brightly the Force had shone with their joy when all she had were faded memories. Back before she’d realized she had already made a new one, all for herself, with Ben’s encouragement and Finn’s wholehearted support and Han’s gruff kindness and—

It just. Didn’t compute.

How could Han be dead?

Han, the man who’d been nonchalant in the face of not one, but three gangs, and unflappable in the face of an unknown but infamous Force user— who had all but broken down crying, when he’d found his son, and again when the First Order had ripped him away. The man was practically a fixture in their lives, had made an effort to be that way because, as he’d said, “you missed out on years of dad jokes, kid, gotta make up for them somehow” and—

Killed by Kylo Ren.

Rey exchanged a brief glance with Finn for the benefit of everyone else in the room, not because they needed it.

“You know,” Finn said, voice and breathing admirably even considering the bombshell they’d just heard, “you guys might want to restrain Kylo Ren.”

Then, with a grimace that was probably supposed to be a reassuring smile, he continued. “For his safety, because I can’t promise he’ll be if he so much as twitches wrong when B— Calamity’s around.”

“...why are you calling him that?” Rey’s not-mirror asked cautiously, and she gave her double a smile even as she faux-casually looped an arm around Ben’s shoulder, pointedly ignoring just how tense he was.

“Long story,” Rey answered, and let a corner of her mouth twitch up for a second even despite everything. “But mostly, he’s not lying when he says his life is a disaster.”

‘Plus, y’know, distinction from...that guy there.” Finn chipped in quietly. “Unless the name sounds at all familiar? No? I’m taking that as a no. Perfect, that’ll cut down on the confusion. Especially when we reach the ba— oh, no.”

Finn paused, and Rey felt herself pale and Ben tense even more the moment they caught onto his train of thought.

‘If Darth Calamity doesn’t exist here, if Kylo Ren killed his father...how many Jedi healers does the Resistance have? And how are they going to treat someone wearing the same face?’

#sorry for the rant #celebrating surviving finals #The Rise of Darth Calamity #The Man Who Sold The World #in which Darth Calamity meets canon and absolutely no one is happy #My writing #3 am musings #...does it count if you pulled an all-nighter?

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dontcallmecarrie · 5 years

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cracky, incredibly self-indulgent snippet bc why not and also school stress bites

Ben stared.

Part of him wanted desperately to pinch himself, to ask Rey to punch him, something to prove this wasn’t just another incredibly bizarre nightmare or vision, but— he could feel the Force presence the other man had.

A beat, then two, and Ben forcibly shoved his shock behind ironclad shields to deal with later. Then, not taking his eyes off the man, he turned to Finn. “Well, looks like we know what that weird artifact did.”

“You don’t say,” Finn gritted out as he stared at his and Rey’s wide-eyed doubles, and the vast forest of the base they’d personally seen destroyed over a year ago.

“Whoever you are,” Ben’s double cut in, “don’t think you can fool me.”

With that, he lunged at them with his strange red lightsaber, and if Ben had been wondering who to help before, this confirmed his decision, and he didn’t even need the Force bond to know Finn and Rey agreed.

‘I think we can safely say this guy is the evil clone,’ Rey mused as she lit up her staff, and under other circumstances he would have smiled.

‘Guys, I think the base is falling apart right now,’ Finn warned even as he moved to flank Rey, and Ben noted the shockwaves permeating the Force with quiet surprise. [So that’s what it looked like, on the outside. Huh.]

Between the three of them, it was the work of a scant few minutes to pin and disarm...him, and Ben valiantly resisted the temptation to shatter something unnecessary even if he didn’t mask his revulsion well enough. Or his dark amusement at the fact his double apparently wasn’t as skilled with lightsaber forms the way he was, in this bizarre universe of his worst nightmares.

It’s not until the fight’s over, however, that they really take notice of the other two people watching them. Finn—the younger Finn, Force this was going to get really confusing fast— held a lightsaber with a slightly slack grip, meanwhile this other Rey’s eyes were wide.

“Who are you?” She asked, and Ben had never been more grateful for his habit of wearing a mask constantly.

At his side, Rey shut off her lightsaber, and leaned an elbow on his shoulder. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Finn, meanwhile, nudged them both. “This isn’t really the time, can we ask this on the ship?”

Ben put his lightsaber away, and wordlessly hefted the man he could have been. “Lead the way.”

#The Rise of Darth Calamity #The Man Who Sold The World #My writing #in which Darth Calamity meets canon and absolutely no one is happy #in which fixits happen #because why not #this snippet's probably not going in the fic #thought exercise #writing style experiment

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