Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, but I do own a bunch of Chewbacca plushies.
Author's Note: This idea came to me at work… so… yeah. #noregrets
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Chapter 1
Twin of Mine
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Brendol Hux should have realized his fraternal twins were not normal. He could blame it on their mother's heritage, but even he with all his connections and influence could not find out anything about the woman who abandoned them shortly before her death. They were too young to recall her features, but young enough to leave an impression on them. After all, it was them who discovered her body hanging from the ceiling. If he was a man capable of emotion, he would feel bad for his children for they never received the love from neither parent.
The Commandant didn't know how to be a father. Kisses, hugs, coddling – everything he beat out of the children newly accepted into Arkanis Academy to be trained in the art of war and strategy. Perhaps it was here he faltered at raising his children, but they were odd, and very much unlike the others. For one, they never verbally spoke to each other yet wandered hand-in-hand in the corridors. A twitch of a smile, a quiet giggle, but they spoke politely and dutifully to their superiors.
It was that fateful encounter when Supreme Leader Snoke visited Arkanis Academy that during the tour he paused, and turned his head to oversized tapestry displaying the history of the Galactic Empire. To Brendol's dismal, Armitage and Rey emerge from behind the delicate material, and approached the Supreme Leader cautiously. As if sensing (and probably did) Brendol's apology, Snoke held a hand up to silence the Academy's staff members, and held his attention instead to the twins.
To the bystander, the three stared at one another in silence for several minutes.
"Commandant Hux, did you know your children are Force sensitive," Snoke inquired though all knew the answer; a polite formality for appearance sake. No. No one did. How could their father have known? "You should feel honored, Commandant, for your children will be the pillars to the First Order."
But he didn't. Strangely, Brendol didn't feel honored. A twist in his stomach told him to protect his twins, to shield them away from the Supreme Leader; a treasonous thought of how he should grab his children, and head to known Resistance zones, and have the Jedi train them. But, he didn't do anything, but nod his head in agreement.
It would be after the twins' fifteenth life day when Brendol saw his son again. Armitage stepping off the ship with nothing more than a duffel bag. The boy was to complete his officer training at the Academy to be quickly promoted through the ranks of the First Order. Brendol knew what this meant; Snoke intended for the Order to accept Armitage rather than place him immediately into officer position where it would cause tension, and misplaced favoritism.
"Your sister?" Brendol remembers asking.
"Alive and well, Sir." That was all the information given.
The years sped by, and Armitage graduated at the top of his class. He scored the highest marks ever seen, and there was no doubt that he would do great things.
A pillar to the First Order.
At the ball that evening, held mainly to gain social and political influence between families and benefactors, but it wasn't the rising conflict between the First Order and the Republic that held their attention. No, it was the mesmeric maiden dressed in white dancing with Armitage. It was Rey. One of the staff members recognized her, and the gossip spread. Brendol could hear the newly minted officers and their parents whisper. No sooner did fathers approach him on the possible chance of an arranged marriage. They sought a trophy wife, a housewife to greet them when they came home from work, and to pamper them. Did the fathers forget that it was their Supreme Leader who took Rey to be trained?
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Brendol should have realized his twins were not normal. He could blame it on their mother's heritage, but he knew it was his fault. He should have loved them like a parent should, and kept them from Snoke's poison. Now, he lost it all. The future did not lie in military recognition, marriage or metals. No amount of victories or honor could regain what he lost that day all those years ago. He is a foolish man indeed.
He feels the lightsabers, knows he is dying, but the only pain he feels is his heart breaking.
"Brother?"
"Yes, Sister?"
"You and I will be together until the end?"
"Until there is no more than you and I, twin of mine."
Rey and Armitage embrace each other in a loving manner, and kiss.
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Someone. Please. Help my children. Return them to the light.
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Sorry this is so short. I don't like the way I wrote this chapter. I've rewritten it three times, and I'm sticking to this one just to get the back story out of the way. Next chapter will be better :D