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ladyofleithianTitle: Where Few Tread
Summary: In a universe where Poe Dameron grew up in the Imperial Remnant fleeing Jakku, Kes Dameron muses on their losses.
Prompt: Relative Values: Families
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
They’d lost.
They’d all lost. Even as Kes Dameron turned away from the stars outside, he didn’t miss the way he felt sickness pool in the pit of his stomach. They had been fighting so very hard, after all this time, and they had lost the war. It wasn’t any sense of pride that Kes was worried about, if he was to be perfectly honest — it was his and Shara’s three year old son, Poe.
He was just so young. The idea of raising him, away from the rest of the galaxy, having to raise him in hiding…of course, there were still planets loyal to the Empire who were willing to take them in. There were people who’d protect them, no matter what. That was enough to soothe Kes, even though he already hated the idea of Poe growing up that way.
Ben too, for that matter.
Everything about this whole situation made Kes feel sick.
***
It took a while before Poe, five years old, trotted in from the trainees room. “Papa?” he said. “Are we going to be okay?”
Kes nodded. “I think we will, little bird.” He ruffled Poe’s hair, making the child giggle despite himself. Poe was such a friendly, cheerful young child; Kes could only hope that it would survive the trials ahead. Poe was one of those kids who was nice to everyone, including Brendol Hux’s young son, Armitage, who was five. They had, in a bizarre way, become something like childhood friends. And with Leia expecting a son herself…well, there’d be a new addition to Poe’s life as well as the Remnant.
“Where are we going?” Poe said.
Kes sighed. “Little bird — the thing about people is that they’re not always nice.” Even people on our side, he mentally added, thinking of Brendol Hux. Neither Kes nor Shara Bey were proponents of assassination, but there was something sadistic about Brendol that unnerved Kes. Brendol had been the one who decided it was a good idea to recruit child soldiers, justifying it as “The Jedi Order did something similar and they were hailed as heroes for it.” (Basically) Kes wondered if the original founder of the Jedi Order, whoever they were, was horrified by how Brendol had perverted an already shady-at-best thing about the Jedi.
"Like the Rebellion?” Poe said. “They don’t like us.”
An understatement. “They think restoring the status quo of the Republic means that they’ll have a better life,” Kes said. “They won’t, of course, but…it’s hard to change people’s minds.”
Poe furrowed his brow. Then, “I wish we could all be friends.”
Of course a three year old would think that, Kes thought fondly. “We may someday, little bird,” he said. “Sometime in the future.”
Summary: In a universe where Poe Dameron grew up in the Imperial Remnant fleeing Jakku, Kes Dameron muses on their losses.
Prompt: Relative Values: Families
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
They’d lost.
They’d all lost. Even as Kes Dameron turned away from the stars outside, he didn’t miss the way he felt sickness pool in the pit of his stomach. They had been fighting so very hard, after all this time, and they had lost the war. It wasn’t any sense of pride that Kes was worried about, if he was to be perfectly honest — it was his and Shara’s three year old son, Poe.
He was just so young. The idea of raising him, away from the rest of the galaxy, having to raise him in hiding…of course, there were still planets loyal to the Empire who were willing to take them in. There were people who’d protect them, no matter what. That was enough to soothe Kes, even though he already hated the idea of Poe growing up that way.
Ben too, for that matter.
Everything about this whole situation made Kes feel sick.
***
It took a while before Poe, five years old, trotted in from the trainees room. “Papa?” he said. “Are we going to be okay?”
Kes nodded. “I think we will, little bird.” He ruffled Poe’s hair, making the child giggle despite himself. Poe was such a friendly, cheerful young child; Kes could only hope that it would survive the trials ahead. Poe was one of those kids who was nice to everyone, including Brendol Hux’s young son, Armitage, who was five. They had, in a bizarre way, become something like childhood friends. And with Leia expecting a son herself…well, there’d be a new addition to Poe’s life as well as the Remnant.
“Where are we going?” Poe said.
Kes sighed. “Little bird — the thing about people is that they’re not always nice.” Even people on our side, he mentally added, thinking of Brendol Hux. Neither Kes nor Shara Bey were proponents of assassination, but there was something sadistic about Brendol that unnerved Kes. Brendol had been the one who decided it was a good idea to recruit child soldiers, justifying it as “The Jedi Order did something similar and they were hailed as heroes for it.” (Basically) Kes wondered if the original founder of the Jedi Order, whoever they were, was horrified by how Brendol had perverted an already shady-at-best thing about the Jedi.
"Like the Rebellion?” Poe said. “They don’t like us.”
An understatement. “They think restoring the status quo of the Republic means that they’ll have a better life,” Kes said. “They won’t, of course, but…it’s hard to change people’s minds.”
Poe furrowed his brow. Then, “I wish we could all be friends.”
Of course a three year old would think that, Kes thought fondly. “We may someday, little bird,” he said. “Sometime in the future.”
