You know what would be a fun Star Wars AU? *drumroll* ROLLER DERBY!!!!
“I’m gonna take her down this time,” Rey promised, taking a long slurp of her root beer.
“Rey,” Finn said, “she is literally twice your size. You’re not taking her down.”
“I can do it,” Rey insisted. “I just need to get in the right place at the right time. Strategy will win this.”
“Her strategy’s great too, though,” Finn said. “Look, I used to work with her---”
“I know,” Rey said, “you’re her biggest fan. But---”
“That’s not what I meant,” Finn frowned. “I’m not her biggest fan. I hate her. I just...I don’t want her to hurt you.”
Rey sighed. “Look, Finn, there’s no one else in the Resistance who stands a chance. None of us are anywhere near her size. Leia and Padmé and Jyn are the same size as me. Ahsoka and Mon aren’t that much taller. And Jess is even smaller! Of all of us, Ahsoka and I have the most physical strength, and we need Ahsoka to block Unamo. Just---trust me, I’ve got to do this. I’ll find a way. I’ll figure it out.”
“You need a teacher,” put in an unwelcome voice over Rey’s shoulder, and she sighed, rolled her eyes, and turned around in her chair to stick her tongue out at Kylo. “You’ll never beat her on your own,” he said stubbornly, running a hand back through his greasy hair.
“I’ve got a teacher,” Rey informed him coolly.
“Bah,” Kylo said, waving a hand, “Luke’s old and slow. You need someone younger, faster, more skilled.”
“I’m fine with Luke, thanks.”
“What’s going on?” interjected a cold voice, and Rey felt her face go pink as Phasma and Armitage strode up to her table. “Are these losers bothering you, Kylo?” Phasma asked.
Kylo muttered something inaudible and slouched away. Armitage watched him go, biting his lip. Phasma, however, had locked her eyes on Rey. “There’s no point trying to intimidate Kylo,” she said. “He’s not the one who’s going to reduce you to a smear on the track.”
Rey pushed herself out of the plastic chair, bringing herself up to her full height---and still she had to tilt her head back nearly all the way to see Phasma’s face. “We’ll see who smears who,” she said.
“Whom,” Armitage put in distractedly, still looking at Kylo, who had grumpily thrown himself into a chair on the other side of the lobby. Rey and Phasma ignored him.
“I’d like to see you try,” Phasma said, smirking.
“I’ll do more than try,” Rey promised.
Phasma laughed, loudly. “See you on the track, then.” She clapped Rey hard on the shoulder; Rey barely managed not to lose her footing. “Come on, Armitage.”
Rey watched them walk away, imagining how satisfying it would be to knock Phasma flat on her ass. How she’d gut-check her, turning her mass and momentum against her, throwing her down. How maybe she’d land on top of her, pressed up hard against Phasma’s toned stomach. Her face would probably end up between Phasma’s tits, which would rise and fall as Phasma gasped for breath, the heat of her skin electric against Rey’s---
“Hellooooo,” Finn said, waving a hand in front of Rey’s face. “Poe and I are gonna get pizza, do you want in?”
“Sure,” Rey said, blinking and turning away from the gathering of First Order players in the corner where Kylo was still pouting. “I just need to work off some energy first.”
“Save some of it for the jam,” Finn reminded her as she laced up her skates.
She’d done three laps around the track when she noticed Phasma had joined her, skating along just at her flank. “Looking for a race, helmet-head?” Rey threw back over her shoulder.
“You’d never keep up, scavenger,” Phasma laughed. “My legs are longer than yours.”
“Try me,” Rey yelled, and then she was off, skating harder than she ever had in her life. For a long moment she thought she was doing it, she thought she was winning---
---but then, suddenly, her skates came up off the track, she was in the air, Phasma had scooped her up in a bridal carry and was skating her effortlessly around the track.
“Put me down!” Rey screeched.
“As you wish,” Phasma shrugged, rolling to a stop near the tables and depositing Rey gently on the ground. She skated away without looking back.
Rey stumbled off the track and fell back into a chair. Finn and Poe had already eaten half the pizza.
“What the heck was that?” Finn asked.
“That,” Poe grinned, “was the most romantic thing that has ever happened to our little Rey.”
Rey wheeled on him, cheeks scarlet. “Shut uuuuuup!”
Poe raised his hands innocently. “All I can say is, tonight’s gonna be pretty interesting.”
Rey buried herself in a slice of pizza, slumping in the chair. Poe was right, of course---and tonight was going to be pretty interesting.
