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Ben didn’t have a chance to say a single word before Stela shut the door on him.

“Thank you…?”  He said softly after a few seconds, shrugging before setting his pack down and dropping into the chair.  Nothing about the room or its furniture screamed “comfort” to him, but he hadn’t expected even this much.  He suspected that if Stela’s colleagues had any say in the matter, he’d be sitting on the ground in a dark, dank corner somewhere with guards ready to open fire on  him immediately.

Ben’s stomach growled and he fought back the hunger pangs while inwardly cursing for letting his stolen rations run out.  He eventually deciding to get some sleep so he wouldn’t be able to think about his desire for food.

He moved to the cot, kicked off his boots, and lay down, hoping that whatever he would dream about was not worse than his current situation.

"Kriffing assholes," Stela muttered to herself, absentmindedly stirring the bowl of too watery soup. Unsurprisingly, no one was happy about her decision. Of course, no one was willing to argue with her on it, either. At the end of the day, as much as they thought this whole thing was a mistake that would wind up getting them all killed, none of them thought it strongly enough to not trust her instincts.

"Dinner time," she said, opening the door. "Sorry it's shit; we're working with what we've go-" she stopped when she saw that he was asleep, pausing in the doorway before shutting it as quietly as she could manage, setting the tray down near the cot, and sitting down in the chair to wait. Part of her considered waking him, she did still have to question him, after all, but it was a small downtime she didn't normally have. And, if he was telling the truth, he was probably tired. Probably needed, and deserved, the rest.

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“Fair enough for me,” Ben replied.  He’d expected nothing less from Stela and her crew.  No matter where his loyalties lay now, he knew that to victims of the First Order’s cruelty, he would always be representative of what they so despised.

The call of a child made him turn around, and he spotted a little boy rushing toward them.  He observed Stela’s body tense as if it was pulled on either end by a string was extremely telling.

As Kane rushed forward and swept the child away, putting on a kind and happy demeanor for him, he felt a vergence in the Force…coming from the boy himself.

Ben instantly added everything up, but said nothing, keeping his expression neutral, almost dismissive.

Once Kane and her son were out of sight, Stela forced herself to relax as much as she was able.

"Not a word, Miles," she snapped at the man. Miles blinked,and glared at her.

"I didn't say anything!" He argued.

"You were going to," Stela countered, giving Ben a gentle nudge to let him know they were still moving forward. He hadn't reacted, hadn't said anything,and Stela could only hope that he hadn't put the pieces together, didn't know that boy was her son. And if he had, then she could only hope he was sincere about all of this.

She led him into a sparsely furnished room, with just a cot and a chair, and undid his binds. "Here you are," she said. "The door locks from the outside, so you won't be going anywhere unless I'm with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go tell everyone what’s happening." She left, pulling the door shut behind her with a click.

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Ben smiled as Stela explained herself; she was probably one of the few people in the galaxy not out for the head of Kylo Ren on a Tythonian Pike.  He felt the knot of unease that had been resting in his gut since he encountered Stela began to unravel enough to allow him considerable more comfort in her presence.

“I’ve spent too much of my life doing things I never truly wanted to do,” Ben explained.  “It’s time I start doing the things I want to do, and maybe along the way, I’ll find what I was meant to do.”

"So long as what you want to do is help us fight the First Order, I'll allow it," Stela said, leading Ben further into her base. As they walked, a few people stopped to watch, though none of them payed much attention for very long, and no one stopped to salute Stela. Kane and Miles walked with them, the former having finally gotten the latter to stop complaining. "You're not in the clear yet, though," Stela continued. "My heart may be telling me that you're sincere, but I'm not giving Kylo Kriffing Ren free range of my base on day one. I think that's fair, at least." "Mommy!" A voice yelled, and Stela stalled beside Ben, her eyes snapping to Kane and Miles in desperation. Stop him, she pleaded silently, and Kane rushed forward to intercept a small boy, sweeping him out of sight almost in time. The most that could be seen was that he was a small child, maybe four to six, thin for his age and with Stela's complexion. Someone with the Force would be able to tell that the child had it as well.

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Ben watched the drama unfold before him stoically, silently prepared for any outcome.  Every step he’d taken since betraying the First Order came with the possibility of death, so when such a moment stared him in the face, he saw little point in cowering from it.  Whether it happened because of a mistake in judgment or as nothing more than payback for his past atrocities, he rationalized that he’d deserve whatever he got.

Solo was impressed that Stela had stuck up for him, though.  She had no love of the First Order and every reason to distrust Ben’s intentions and yet she waved off Miles’ death wish like it was the threat of a light rain shower.  This piqued his curiosity.

“Why did you stop him?” He asked her as they walked.  

“You’ve got nothing to lose by letting someone kill me, and I know you’d have every reason to do it yourself, were you so inclined.  Why protect me?”

"Million credit question," Stela said, shooting Miles a look as she walked Ben past him. "Honestly? He might be right, and I could be making the biggest mistake of my life."

A thought which had been bothering her since she found out who he really was. Kylo Ren, here, and instead of shooting him she had brought him back to their base. She easily could have doomed them all.

"But I don't think I am," she continued. "I don't think you're lying, when you say you've left the First Order, I don't think you're lying when you say you're on our side. I don't know why, but something is telling me to trust you. And if you're being honest, if you're trying to change, trying to be better..."

She shrugged. "I'm not going to kill you for who you used to be. Not if you're genuinely trying to be better. That's not the sort of person I am."

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It seemed that Ben’s challenge had been rationally rejected.  He’d made his intentions clear; he would defend himself in every way against anyone who doubted his sincerity.  If those Stela sided with felt the need to challenge him, they were welcome to try, with the stipulation that the challenge would end with them in considerable pain and basking in the shadow of defeat.

“They’ll patrol before long, searching for anything or anyone they can find to interrogate or torture.  It’s rule through fear, and they have a considerable knack for it.  I should know,” Ben said, adding the last three words dripping with bitter irony.

“Lead the way.  You’re the one in charge here,” Ben told the others, still slightly on his guard.

Stela nodded and headed towards the direction of her base, keeping her eyes on their surroundings, and luckily not seeing any troopers. They managed to reach the base just as the light of day was beginning to fade. As they approached, a man standing at the entrance lifted his blasted and aimed for the dead center of Ben's chest.

"Miles stand down," Stela said, stepping between her man and her prisoner. Miles looked at her, looked at Ben, considered the height difference, and just raised his blaster so as to fire over his commander's head while still hitting his quarry. "Miles!"

"Miles don't antagonize the two people who could kill you with their minds," Kane said. "At least, not until after we win this war. Do whatever the hell you want after we don't need your ass anymore." Miles shot Kane a look, but lowered his blaster.

"For what it's worth, I think this is a shit idea," Miles said.

"Noted," Stela said. "You're on latrine duty for pointing a blaster at me."

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“I did,” Ben replied, nodding towards the bag he’d been carrying with him.  “Were you hoping I’d wear it so you’d have a motivation to fight me?”  He quizzed Stela, curious to see how she’d reply.

“I can do all of those things,” Ben added, “If I need to.  Someone might get me in a rush but I’ll retaliate quickly enough.”

While he wasn’t keen on being their practice target, Ben felt the need to prove himself an honest man, and perhaps demonstrating his talents would put to rest any lingering suspicions are false beliefs.

“If you want to test me, you’re welcome to try.”

"Just curious,"  Stela said. "Something tells me you're scarier in it than out." She took a step back and looked him over before motioning towards him. "You're tall," she said, "and broad. You're definitely...impressive...I'll give you that. But I feel like this doesn't compare to the uniform.

She had seen images, seen footage, usually in the propaganda, and she'd be lying if she said the thought of facing Kylo Ren hadn't left her cold with dread. She had spent her entire life hiding from those who hunter what she was. Vader, the Inquisitors, the Imperials, and now Kylo Ren. A lifetime of hiding from those who wanted to exterminate Force Sensitives.

Stela worked his offer over in her head, considering them for a moment. Kane, who was listening, considered them for more than a moment, but Stela was the one in charge. Finally, she shook her head.

"I'm not in the business of shooting at people who are on my side," she said. She shot a glance in Kane's direction, a smirk dancing across her lips. "Well, usually. Not unless they've earned it."

"Let's head back to base before Miles assembles a mutiny," Kane said, jerking his head in the general direction. "Or before the FO passes through, whichever comes first."

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Ben watched the interaction between Kane and Stela.  He could almost feel the tension in the air, and his curiosity was piqued.  And yet, he knew he would have to be the first to contribute if he hoped to be allowed to stay alive, let alone getting to know the others on a more personal level.

“If you have a star map, I can show you locations of supporting worlds holding supplies.  Weapons, equipment, vehicles…I can give you coordinates and instructions.”

Before his next sentence, Ben looked at Stela to make sure she met his gaze. The slightest hint of a smirk appeared on his face.

“What stories have you heard?  I can tell you if they’re true or not.” 

Stela noticed the smirk, decided to allow it, and gave a half hearted shrug.

"Heard you can stop blaster bolts," she said. "Heard you can freeze people." Both of which she had been prepared for, figuring there must be some limit to those abilities. Figuring he couldn't freeze everyone, even if he was forced to. Even if he got most, at least one shot should go through. And one shot could be all they needed.

Bit of a moot point now, if he was genuinely defecting to their side.

"Heard your a terror to actually see in battle, too," she said, looking him over. "I don't suppose you brought your old outfit?"

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Ben glanced from Stela to Kane as he wriggled his hands within the confines of the bindings on his wrists.  He knew he wouldn’t find anything useful from trying to probe their minds as they were well aware that he could do so and knew how to deny him access.  He’d simply have to wait and see what would happen.

“I don’t know what proof I can provide you, besides being hunted by the stormtroopers that used to march beside me.  And don’t worry,” Solo said calmly, “I’ll cooperate.  I’ve recently developed a taste for remaining alive.”

Stela smiled a little at that. "Information is the most I want," she said. "Troop movements and numbers, supply warehouses, the basics. Any edge you can give me in fighting this war, I'll take. If you behave enough, maybe I'll let you join our ranks. I'm sort of curious to see what you can do. I've only ever heard stories."

"Yeah, yeah," Kane muttered, rolling his eyes as Miles continued to tell them how big of a mistake they were making. "Just do your job, and if he kills us then I'll buy you a beer." Kane glanced over at Stela and Ben, and frowned. "Oh, and Miles?"

"Yeah?" Miles asked from the other end of the com.

"Keep him away."

Stela tensed a little at those words. Though Kane hadn't said a name, she knew at once who he was talking about. Martin, her son.

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Ben had the power to disarm and restrain them.  It would’ve been so easy as to be an afterthought.  He wasn’t that man anymore, however.  He’d turned his back on the ways of the Dark and Light Sides of the Force.  Instead, he’d embraced a balance of the two.  He focused his training, his meditation and his beliefs on the purity of the Force and how it could one day unify everyone.

He raised his hands up slightly to back up what he was about to say.  “Very well.  I guess I’m your prisoner, then.  Take me wherever you need me to be, and I’ll tell you whatever I can.”

Solo was more than willing to let them take him off the streets, where it would be far easier for the First Order to locate, capture and even kill their most dangerous traitor.

Stela nodded, lowering her blaster before placing it back into its holster. "Alright," she said, smiling hesitantly. "Alright, I can work with that." She uncoiled some rope from her belt and cut off a length to bind his wrists with. "It's not going to be the most comfortable," Stela warned. "I'm usually not too concerned about the comfort of prisoners."

As she tied Ben's wrists, Kane radioed back to the base. "Miles," he said. "Get a cell ready. We have a high profile prisoner on the way."

"How high are we talking?" Miles answered back.

"Kylo Ren."

"What?!" Kane winced, and the word was loud enough for even Stela and Ben to hear over the radio. Victory turned and let out a low 'boof' in response, before turning back on Ren.

"Miles sounds happy," Stela muttered to herself, finishing the knot and stepping back. "So long as too cooperate," she told Ben, "nothing bad will happen to you. But you're going to have to prove to me that you've defected."

If he was telling the truth, it was probably the best thing to happen to them in a while.

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Ben gave a quick nod to Kane, since no hand was offered by the man to shake.  There was still a palpable tension between him and his new “friends”, and it became moreso after Stela faced him and made it clear she knew he was hiding who and what he was.  There was no point in deceiving anyone now; it’d only get him killed, and as there was a chance that would happen anyway once he revealed his identity, Ben figured he had little to lose from coming clean.

“My name is Ben Solo.  I’m the son of Han Solo and Leia Organa…but I went by another name when I served Snoke in the First Order:  Kylo Ren.”

Before anyone else could react, he put up his hands and said, “I’m no spy.  I left.  I betrayed Snoke and turned away from the First Order.  That’s why I can’t let the troopers identify me.  If they do, they’ll either kill me on sight or capture me so Snoke can kill me himself.”

When the words first left his mouth Stela's gut instinct was to shoot him, not that it would do him much good, and despite his assurance that he had left the First Order she still drew her blaster and aimed for the center of his chest. Kane did the same, and Victory shifted as well, dropping down into a crouch and snarling low in her throat, waiting for the command. Stela was tempted to give it, to open fire and let Kane do the same. It wouldn't work, she had heard what Kylo Ren was capable of, but she would die fighting if she had to die at all.

And yet, something urged her to trust him. Something in her heart told her he wasn't dangerous.

Her lungs started to ache, and she released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"We won't kill you," Stela said, her voice far steadier than it should have been, given the way the her palms were sweating. It made the blaster slick in her hands, and she had to tighten her grip to keep from dropping it. "Yet. We're going to bring you back to base as our prisoner, and I'm going to question you on everything you know that's worth learning." She wet her lips and swallowed, her mind already wandering off to the best place to keep him. "If you're telling the truth, you'll cooperate, and we can proceed from there. If you aren't, and you don't, we'll put you down. I think that sounds reasonable, given your reputation."

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Ben continued to wear his facade of calm, but inside he remained cautious and alert, calling upon the Force to keep his senses heightened.  He wasn’t sure who - or what - to trust.  It was clear to him that Stela knew he was Force-sensitive at the very least, thus his choice to continue using it around her.  However, neither she nor her compatriots had a suspicion of his other identity, and that he intended to keep secret for as long as he could.

“I’d appreciate that,” he replied, letting out an awkward, nervous chuckle as the Vornskr seemed to back down enough to let him take a few steps forward.

Victory stayed alert, but any overt signs of aggression left the animal. She was ready to spring if she had to, but would wait for either a command, or for Ben to make the first move.

"Stela said your name is Ben," Kane said, sitting down on a fallen tree and crossing his blaster over his lap. "Not sure I believe that, but if you want us to call you Ben we will. I'm Kane, if you care."

"Kane," Stela said, shooting her friend a look that said the time for mindless talk was over. She turned back to Ben and crossed her arms over her chest. "I think we should start this off by being honest with each other. You have the Force. I have the Force. If the First Order finds out about you, Colonel Ryan, the head officer in charge of this planet, will have you executed." Her gaze narrowed. "If he didn't execute you as a traitor, first. I know Imperial when I see it, and either you're good at hiding, or one of Snoke's dogs. So which is it?"

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Stela let out a shuttering breath which changed into a slight laugh towards the end.

“Yeah,” she agreed, wetting her lips. “Lucky.” Slowly she moved towards the entrance of the alley, looking out before motioning for Ben to follow her. “Come on,” she said. “They may come back, or another patrol may pass by. Once we’re in the jungle we’ll be safe from the troopers, they rarely patrol out there, but stay close to me. Some of the wildlife is less than pleasant.” If Stela was being honest, part of her dreaded the thought of going into the jungle with him. Thanks to the introduced Vornskr one Force Sensitive was bad enough, two would be ringing a dinner bell.

Luckily, the journey to Kane was uneventful, though as soon as the man saw them he lifted his blaster and aimed it at Ben’s heart.

“Stay where you are,” he said. “Nothing personal, but strangers can be trouble.”

Beside the man was a black furred Vornskr, half again larger than the rest of her kin. She pulled her lips back and growled, standing up and padding over. Her back was hunched, her head kept low, but had she lifted it up she was large enough to look Ben in the eyes.

“At ease, Kane,” Stela said, stepping forward. “For now, at least.” She smiled, though, and pet the Vornskr behind her ears. “Hey Victory. He’s tentatively a friend, so don’t eat him.”

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