//God Speed Rebels\\

vii

"Where are the others. Where's the pilot--"

"I'm the pilot." I blurt out.

"You?" He asks questioningly.

The Wookiee roars, saying that I'm lying.

"It's true! We're the only one's on board." Rey say back.

"You can understand that thing?--" Finn begins to say.

"And that thing can understand you, too, so watch it." The old man says. "Come on out of there."

We all remove our masks and one by one jump out of the hole, until I am the last one out-- I crawled out.

"Where'd you get this ship?" He asks me.

"Niima outpost."

"Jakku? The junkyard?"

"Thank you... junkyard." Finn says to Rey.

"I told you we should've double checked the western reaches." the old man says to the Wookiee. "Who had it? Ducain?" he asks me again, I turn to Rey.

"I stole it. From Unkar Plutt. He stole it from the Irving Boys, who stole it from Ducain."

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

"This is the Millennium Falcon. You're Han Solo!" I ask excitedly. I knew there was no way this would've happened by coincidence.

"I used to be."

"Han Solo, the Rebellion General?"

"No, the smuggler." Rey corrects Finn.

"Wasn't he a war hero?" Finn asks Chewie, who I now recognize.

"This is the ship that made the Kessel Run in 14 parsecs?" Rey asks Han.

"Twelve!" I correct her, insulted.

"Hey! Some moof-milker put a compressor on the ignition line." Han says from in the cockpit as he walks out into the main room.

"Unkar Plutt did. I thought it was a mistake, too." Rey explains.

"It puts too much--" I begin to say.

"Stress on the hyperdrive." both Rey and Han finish the sentence. A long pause rings in the air before Han sighs.

"Chewie, throw them in a pod. We'll drop them at the nearest inhabited planet." he says to the Wookiee, who agrees quickly.

"Wait, no." Rey says. "We need your help." I look to her confusedly.

"Actually we don't, Rey, I can get us there--" I mutter.

"My help?" Han asks — Who obviously didn't hear me.

"This droid has to get to the Resistance base as soon as possible."

They all begin to walk after Han. I stay behind and turn to Chewie.

"I don't know why they're asking for help." I say to him. He asks why.

"Because I know where and how to get to the Resistance base!" I exclaim. "I'm a Resistance pilot for god's sake." I complain. Chewie goes on about how they are just young kids who look up to people like Han, and that they forget that their role models are the ones right in front of them.

"Damn, Chewie. That was deep. But that's not why I'm complaining." I turn to him fully. "I don't care if they look up to me or not. I just lost a friend and I'm not going to run through the galaxy half-assing everything. I just want to go home."