"Jules, Chewie...
We're home."
Two words. who knew two words could be the most refreshing thing I had ever felt. It had been 5 years since the *Ben Incident,* and Dad, Chewie and I had been travelling together since. Finally, we had the Millenium Falcon back after Ducain stole it from us, fucking prick.
We took a second to poke around, before realising nobody was on board. Dad jabbed me on the shoulder, and I was about to protest when he gestured towards a mechanical compartment. Sure enough, I could hear muffled movements from under the trapdoor, and I motioned to Chewie to reveal whoever was waiting for us inside. How can a whole crew fit in that tiny compartment? There's barely room for a baby wookee down there let alone 2 pilots, a gunner and a mechanic! My dad's voice quickly summoned me back to reality, as i hear him ask fiercely,
"Who are you, Where's the pilot?!"
I look down and see a woman wearing scavanger clothes, a man in undergear and an ugly, brown leather jacket, both wearing gas masks.
"Me, I'm the pilot!" The woman said, a look of confusion on her face. I scoff, how on earth could this grimy, scrawny excuse of a woman possibly know how to pilot a YT-1300 Corellian Light freighter.
"You?" I question, "Where's the rest of the crew?"
"No, it's true, we're the only ones on board!" She replies, looking to scared to fabricate a lie.
YOU ARE READING
Impossible.
FanfictionA Star Wars AU in which you, Julietta Solo, are the younger sister of Kylo Ren. You have never met him, due to being born 5 years after he was sent to train with Luke. (He is 29 you are 15 at this point in the story.) You are travelling with Han an...
