Summary: The consciousness of a 17-year-old Ben Solo wakes up in the adult body of Kylo Ren, who seems to be standing on some sort of suspended walkway… with an older version of his father before him. Reylo. Semi-Rise of Kylo Ren comic-compliant.
A/N: Many thanks to Head Butler Ryan from Mynock Manor for the in-depth summaries and perspectives of the comic series Star Wars: The Rise of Kylo Ren. You gave this little plot bunny a place to hang its hat!
This has the potential to get expanded into epic proportions, but I'm keeping it short for now (six chapters). We'll see how long the hyperfixation lingers!
Ben shook his head and blinked his eyes open. He was in a cavernous hold of some kind, surrounded by the thrum of oversized thermal-oscillators. Red operation lights glared as ominous portents in the darkness, and unfamiliar computer banks and access panels winked along a far wall. A breeze played idly at his feet, and he realized he was positioned over a yawning abyss. A thin maintenance walkway—without railings—bisected the bottomless void, swaying gently beneath him with each uplifted draft.
His father stood before him, but even that wasn't anchoring. He looked a decade older. A pain was etched into his deepened features, a sorrow and regret he had never seen from him, and Ben almost didn't recognize him.
His father's eyes went wide, crinkling at the corners, and a joy so brilliant it nearly blinded split his face.
"BEN!" He cried. "My son!" He flung his arms wide, and Ben found himself swept into a tight embrace—tighter than when he'd first left for Uncle Luke's temple seven years ago.
"I knew it wasn't too late!" His dad exclaimed, shaking with sobs. "I KNEW you were in there!"
Two joyous shouts joined Han Solo's, coming from high above the precarious walkway.
Ben looked up and spotted a woman beaming down in awe. She was even more disorienting than the alien landscape. Only a few years his senior, there was a roughness to her—a resilience he could see even at a distance. Dirt and grime smudged her face and clothes, wayward hair hung around her ears, and determination set her jaw; she was a survivor. Her gaze was nothing like Voe's competitive covet, or Tai's exasperated patience. He could see pride, surprise… even curiosity… all aimed at him. Ben felt himself straighten under her stare and discovered there was a new strength and bulk to his frame. Like… a lot. He felt enormous.
Chewbacca gave a thrilled roar a moment later, but Ben barely heard. He couldn't tear himself away from her. Who was she?
From her elevated platform, the woman's hands fluttered into motion, cupping around her mouth. "We'll meet you on the top level!" She called. Her voice was clear and bright, brimming with unfiltered elation. Whatever he had done—addressing his dad?—had made her unbelievably happy.
"Get going!" She pressed. "We need to move!"
His father withdrew and grabbed his arm. "Come on, Ben," he urged, starting to pull. "We gotta hustle, buddy."
Ben ducked his way through a nod. What's happening? He wondered. Am I dreaming? His foot snagged on something left on the catwalk. He looked down, staring at the foreign object. Is that a… helmet? Am I on a mission? Was I exposed to something? Ben squeezed his eyes closed, snapping them open as his dad pulled harder
"Hurry, son," he implored.
Ben obliged, kicking the helmet aside and breaking into a trot. "No problem, Dad. Where to?"