The Spark [1]

Chapter 5

"It's the First Order," Finn says sitting in a chair.

"What do we do? There must be something," Rey said.

"You said poisonous gas."

"I fixed that."

"Can you unfix it?" Finn asks her.

She stands up and we run, grabbing masks, to the lobby. We jump into the open grate.

"Come on, Beebee-Ate," Rey says.

"I got him," Finn says as BB-8 gets lowered into his arms.

He falls and Rey jumps in. I look back before jumping in pulling the grate with me. The lights turn on.

"Do you think this will work on the stormtroopers?" Rey asks unfixing the propulsion tank.

"Yeah. They're masks filter out smoke not toxins," Finn tells her.

She looks at him and he lifts the grate. I peak out the small opening with him. We hear clanking.

"Hurry!"

"I'm hurrying."

Before the door opens we go back down. I slump against the wall.

"Chewie," I hear my fathers voice. "We're home."

I spring up. And rip the grate away. I jump up, and meet my father and favorite hairy beast.

"Bree? What are you doing here?" he asks.

"I'll tell you some day, it's a long story," I say.

"I missed you," he says embracing me in a hug.

"I missed you too, Dad."

Chewie walks over to the open grate to see Finn and Rey. I walk over to them.

"You guys can come out. It's my Dad," I tell them.

My Dad walks up beside me. Chewie roars.

"Come on. Get out of there," he says.

They climb up.

"Where did you get this ship?" he asks us.

"Niima Outpost," Rey says.

"Jakku? That junkyard? What were you doing there, Bree?"

"Like I said, long story."

"Thank you! Junkyard," Finn says.

Dad turns to Chewie. "Told you we should have double-checked the Western Reaches," Chewie growls, "Who had it? Ducain?"

"We stole it. From Unkar Plutt. He stole it from the Irving Boys, who stole it from Ducain," Rey tells him.

"Who stole it from me! Well, you tell him Han Solo just stole back the Millennium Falcon for good."

"This is the Millennium Falcon? You're Han Solo? Han Solo's your dad?"

"I used to be," he says and walks towards the cockpit.

"Han Solo, the Rebellion general?" Finn asks.

Rey turns around. "No, the smuggler."

"Wasn't he a war hero?" Finn turns to Chewie.

Chewie growls.

"He was both. Smuggler, general, war hero. Call him what you want. There's only one Han Solo," I say.

"This is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs?" Rey asks.

"Twelve!" Dad and I say at the same time. Although in different rooms.