Kylo had shattered both mentally and emotionally when his knees hit the floor, watching the Millennium Falcon shoot off into hyperspace. He was incapable of understanding why he was always such a failure. He had promised you one thing; he would keep you safe always. And he couldn't even do that correctly. He knelt there, if only for a moment, hot angry tears blinding his vision. He hated himself more than he could have ever hated the Resistance. His mind was trying to focus on twenty things at once; where did his mother go? Was [your name] okay? Were the twins going to make it? How was he going to get you back? He was lost amid these thoughts when a large, firm hand grasped his shoulder hard.
"Sir. Supreme Mistress may have been compromised, but I know where they've taken her."
He turned to see the Stormtrooper from earlier, whom had delivered the news regarding General Hux. He was holding Kylo's helmet in his free hand, extending it for his master to take. Kylo rose, an almost impressed look settling in his eyes.
"I might have use for you yet, FL-143237. Explain." When the trooper didn't answer fast enough, Kylo shoved him harshly into the nearby wall. "Tell me!"
His roar could have shaken the space station to its very core, and FL-143237 held his hands up defensively. "Right away, Sir. I overheard your conversation with General Organa via the comm station, and had the source traced to the middeck elevator. While unable to apprehend the General, I did follow her trail, Sir, and I don't mean to the hangar bay. She made a stop first, in the reactor room. Met with a Wookie. They spoke about taking the Supreme Mistress to give birth safely on Naboo, in some city called Theed."
Kylo's eyes narrowed, mind finally putting all the pieces together at the mere mention of Naboo. There was only one reason his mother would be stopping in Theed, the planet's capital city...and the prognosis wasn't good. "Set the coordinates for Theed, Mid Rim, Chommell Sector, in the Naboo System. Lightspeed ahead." He began to walk away, but something stopped him, a thoughtful look on his face as he turned back to glance at FL-143237. "Excellent work. Thank you."
FL-143237 didn't know how to take the praise, so he stood there, at attention, in a sort of happy awe, while Kylo stalked back toward the helm of the ship. He was coming for you, and his only prayer was that your girls would live long enough to see their grandmother's head on a pike.
Meanwhile, Leia had gone up to the cockpit to talk to Chewbacca for a while, Anakin nestled softly in her arms. She was rocking her, keeping an eye on the old droid who was tending to Shmi a few feet back. "Aren't they beautiful, Chewie?"
A string of mostly incoherent roars rumbled from the Wookie and Leia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know I am biased." There was another roar, and she sighed heavily in response. "What other choice do we have? I have family on Naboo, they'll know what to with the girls. Yeah...I know it's the first place he'll think to look. But it's not like I can take them to Alderaan."
Even as she defended her plan, she knew Chewie was right. It was times like this when she wished her adoptive father was still around. He always knew what to do. She needed to find them adoptive parents and fast, and she knew that her birth family still had ties to the Naboo Monarchy, they could spread the word as low-key as possible that there were identical twins in need of two loving families. At least she hoped so.
You were still in the cargo bay. You were bleeding, and a medical droid was positioned uncomfortably between your legs, delivering the afterbirth. Your body was sore, and your head ached from all the tears. You wanted nothing more than to go home. You were trying to concentrate through the pain and your body's natural urge to fall asleep, attempting to find the will to reach Kylo's lightsaber. You held out your hand very slowly, careful to not attract the attention of the droid, as the weapon very slightly rocked back and forth. Come on...you thought, 1...2...3...yes!
The lightsaber shot into your hand gracefully, and you considered severing the droids head with one clean blow, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized that was a terrible idea. You couldn't exactly cut your own restraints off without slicing off your hands, so you hooked the lightsaber to your side for safe keeping and cleared your throat. The droid halted its work to look at you, and you took a deep breath, waving two fingers before the droid. You had seen Kylo do this several times before, and you prayed to your lucky stars that you could get it to work.
"You will release me from these restraints."
The droid blinked at you stupidly for a moment, before continuing its work between your legs. You frowned. Come on, what kind of Kenobi am I if I can't even get this right? "You will release me from these restraints." You repeated, more forcefully this time.
Your emotions reached out to touch the droid, and he blinked at you again, before mechanically responding with "I will release you from these restraints." You grinned, a bright smile breaking across your face for the first time all night. You could get used to this 'Jedi/Sith' bullshit. You so wished your master was here to see this, though you knew if Kylo had been here, none of this would have even happened.
As you worked to free yourself from the confines of the cargo bay, Chewbacca was landing the Falcon in Theed. Leia had both twins bundled up and wrapped securely in her arms, and as little Shmi wrapped a tiny finger around a strand of the General's hair, her heart melted into a puddle. She leaned in, pressing firm but loving kisses to each girl's forehead. They both were spitting images of her son, identical twins with charcoal hair and wide chocolate eyes. She could see so much of Han in their features too, especially in the nose, and a tear rolled down her cheeks solemnly. "He would have loved you." She whispered.
Chewie put a fuzzy hand on her shoulder in solidarity, and let out a pitiful roar. Leia seemed to chew on his words or a moment, looking over her shoulder at him sadly. "Chewie, I can't keep them. They would be in as much danger with me as they would be with Ben. The Resistance is never safe. They deserve to have good lives, away from all of this."
Chewbacca's eyes were heavy, forcing himself to tear his gaze from the faces of his best friend's grandchildren. He missed Han more than he would ever be able to vocalize. He roared once more, in a last-ditch effort to cling to the children, but Leia shot him an incredulous look.
"You want to what? You can't raise one of them on Kashyyyk, they'd be the only humans on the whole damn planet." Chewie shrugged, dejected, and reached to turn off the switches on the ships interior panels. "Come on. My aunt, Sola, is still alive, if only barely. She'll know what's best for her great nieces just like she knew what was best for me. Let's go."
As they stepped off the Falcon and onto the fresh Naboo grass, Leia's mouth nearly hit the ground. They were surrounded on all sides, and as the twins cried softly in her arms, there was no wiggle room for the Princess to pull any fancy tricks. She was backed into a corner. They were betrayed, the First Order had made it to Theed first.
Kylo was in full-blown stealth mode while his army distracted his mother around the landing zone. He was a Solo, after all, and despite how much he hated to admit it, being his father's son was coming in handy. Ben had witnessed Han work through many smuggling operations, and thus he had had the privilege of having the Millennium Falcon as a playground while his father was busy. Kylo knew the ins and outs of this ship like the back of his own black-gloved hand, and if anyone could sneak onboard without being detected, it was him.
There was a back paneling on the underside of the left hangar, and Kylo rolled underneath the ship, shimmying on his hands and knees until he noticed the slightly off-kilter metal hatch his dad had used as an escape route during many a harrowing situation throughout his childhood. He ripped the trapdoor open with ease, and shoved his arms through the opening, pushing up with his biceps and lifting himself into the Falcon.
"[your name]?! Where are you?" When there was no answer, he panicked, tearing through the lower portion of the ship in a rage. He raced up the ladder to the cargo bay, focusing hard on your own energy. He could feel you, he knew he was close, he only prayed that he wasn't too late. "Baby, answer me!" When he rounded the corner, he slapped into something hard and he pulled your lightsaber, red embers flying every which way as the weapon collided with another. Kylo recognized the other lightsaber, and he let out an immediate sigh of relief.
"Kylo!" You breathed, lowering his saber and allowing it to clatter to the floor with a hard thump. He followed suit, enveloping you in his arms tightly. He nuzzled his face into your hair, and you buried your face deep within his chest. You felt his one of his hands graze your abdomen, in search of babies that were no longer there, and you burst into tears.
"I tried so hard, I held them in as long as I could-"
"Shh, I know. I know. Down the ladder and to the left, there is a trapdoor that leads out of the bottom of the left hangar. Go. Make your way back to Starkiller from there, the Stormtroopers will defend you. Let me take care of this." He didn't wait for a reply, grabbing the lightsaber he dropped and handing it off to you with a gentle smile. "I believe you left this behind." He reached to tuck a soft strand of [your hair color] locks behind your ear, leaning his forehead against your own. "I will never let anyone hurt you again."
His eyes were burning into yours, so full of love and angst that it nearly frightened you. You kissed him hard, tugging fistfuls of black hair hard as you poured every unspoken promise in your heart from your mouth to his own. When you finally pulled away, you picked up his own lightsaber and handed it to him, pressing tender kisses to the deep scar under his right eye. "You've never let me down, you hear me? Never. Now hurry, Anakin and Shmi are waiting on their daddy."
You could see the ghost of a smile that grazed his face at the names, but you couldn't afford to admire it long. You obeyed his command and slid from his grasp, switching places with him as you clamored down the ladder and he bolted for the ships exit. He was going to give his mother a little surprise.
He clutched his lightsaber in a death grip, sweat trickling down his face as he crept silently behind Leia, chest aching with resolve. The light was becoming more distant, he could feel it draining from his body. She had committed blackest treason against the First Order when she stole those children from him. For that she had to die. He raised his weapon, fully prepared to bring it down on her head when his blood ran cold.
Kylo heard a sound he had never dreamed of before, and with every sweet chime shards of light swung back to pierce him in his heart. His daughters were crying. It was like he was frozen in slow motion, watching as his mother tried and failed to comfort his princesses, a worried crease at her brow as Chewbacca fought off swarms of Stormtroopers. He was about to lower his weapon, when his words to you from earlier rang in his ears. How many times had he promised to keep you safe? And how many times was he going to allow himself to fail? He wasn't the man you needed him to be, and you were the one person he didn't want to appear weak to.
His breathing became ragged, a full-blown anxiety attack setting in as he realized that it was finally too late. There was no turning back. Ben Solo was about to die, and there was nothing anyone could do to save him. Not after this. Leia could hear Kylo's shallow breathing from behind her, and when she began to turn, Kylo took his swing. His eyes were screwed shut, he didn't want to see his handiwork, see the betrayal written in her eyes as she collapsed. The children screamed loudly, and when Kylo opened his eyes once more, his twins were lying on the ground in mounds of General Organa's clothing. As with her brother before her, her body had vanished, and she had become one with the Force.
Kylo scrambled to pick up his daughters, clutching them to his chest for dear life, as Chewbacca looked back at him from the sea of Stormtroopers. He let out a loud wail, and Kylo made a run for it. All he had to do was make it back to the ship somehow, make it back to you. Then you were home free. Leia was all the Resistance had been clinging to, and while Kylo was certain this meant he had finally won, there was no joy in his heart at his mother's defeat.
When Kylo made it back onboard the base, thick tears stung his eyes and were matted to his face. His large brown eyes appeared empty, and when he looked on you, trembling hands cradling your children to his bosom as if they were sacred relics, for once in your life you were truly frightened by him.
"Kylo?"