Fly Like A Falcon, Sting Like A Scorpion

Leaving home in a stranger's ship

Falkner Leste had his eyes fixated on the sky as a large, silvery object appeared from seemingly nothing. It was shimmering in the strong, silver light of the three moons which loomed over the sky with their large eye like craters. Craters which had spawned the myths about three large men holding the sky up with their heads since the dawn of time.
Falkner grabbed his spear which was lodged into the trunk of the talärj tree that he was sitting on. He pierced the branch he perched upon with his large tail and jumped, his tail let go and his talon-like feet grabbed the trunk as he leaped and slid down the wooden wall. As he reached the height of ten meters, he began jumping from tree to tree until he came upon the place which the large, silver object had landed.
Falkner pressed himself against the tree and wrapped his tail around his lower half, giving him the illusionist appearance of a branch. His skin camouflaged itself slightly darker and his light turquoise hair looked like a nested Fwrblew.
Falkner opened his neon pink eyes and looked down onto the giant, near circular object. He gasped in astonishment and fear as he saw something on the thing move and two creatures exited it. The sight of them made Falkner nearly believe in the old tales of the moons again. One of the creatures from the ship looked like a gigantic, Brown Fwrblew; the other looked like one of Falkner's kin: The Sgorwyllt, however, it seemed like he had lost his tail and his talons were incredibly small and covered up. Falkner unwrapped himself as he saw the two creatures leave the large object, and in that moment Falkner did something which would change his life for ever. With a quick glance, he jumped down to the thing, and with both hands grasping around his spear, Falkner Leste entered the Millennium Falcon.
The young man found himself nearly panicking as he felt the metallic floor underneath his feet, giving him a real bad grip. He managed, however, to get inside of the ship with the help of his tail, which he used as a grappling hook.
The only sounds inside of the ship was the quiet clanking sounds as Falkner's talon claws tapped against the floor. He looked around, his senses registering that this was not something devine...no, this was, though not from this world, maybe from another. Falkner smiled to himself. "Who knows, maybe there are other worlds like this out there?" He passed a few doors as he walked down a curved corridor and entered a doorway, seeing an other door with strange symbols on. Answering to his curious nature, Falkner entered the door. He found it to be considerably colder than the rest of the 'metal beast'. Inside of the room, laid a lot of boxes marked with other wierd symbols. He opened one of the boxes and looked inside. It seemed to be filled with some kind of fruit. Falkner grabbed a perfectly round, purple, palm sized fruit and sniffed at it. He took a careful bite and a delicate, sweet juice filled his mouth. The fruit made him feel happy and calm, and soon he had walked out into the larger room before the one he was in and fallen asleep on a sofa in one of the corners, his spear forgotten as he curled up into s ball and wrapped his tail around himself.
Falkner woke up a few hours later when the ship began shaking violently. The young man opened his eyes groggily, his muscles unable to move properly due to exhaustion. It took him about an hour before he could move enough to get his spear and inspect the reason for the shaking. Falkner walked through the opening by the couch, and entered the hall. As he walked past a door, he could hear faint voices from the other side. Falkner opened the door quietly and snuk into the small corridor. The voices were much louder in there and it seemed like the two beings spoke different languages, which puzzled him greatly. Falkner rounded the corner of the small corridor and saw the source of the voices: it was the two creatures that he had seen earlier. He looked past them up to the windows and he let out a gasp. The windows showed only blackness, except for the stars, who shone ten times as bright as down on his home.
The gasp had alerted the two creatures, they both turned and looked at their intruder with faces of bewilderment. Falkner dropped his spear in shock and for the first time in his life, was unable to catch himself as he fell.
Han Solo had no way of even beginning to comprehend what had just happened. Some alien man with a gigantic scorpion tail and a fucking spear had just sneaked up to them inside of the Millennium Falcon none the less, with a God damn spear. The alien had dropped it's primitive weapon and fainted, but still! Some stone age alien had managed to sneak on-board his ship.
Nobody, nobody makes a fool of Han Solo like that!
(Or so Han liked to think, Chewbacca had a different story to tell when it came to that)
Han looked down at the fainted creature and sighed. "Can you take him to the sleeping quarters, Chewie?" Han asked. The Wookie looked at his friend and mewled a few well-selected japes before he lifted the alien and carried him along.