All the Stars in the Galaxy

4

P-Hil-75 had been walking for ages. All his parts started to freeze as he called for help. His Master had been taken.
    Master Maurice needed help, and fast. The thick snowflakes became thinner and thinner. His navigation system might be one of the best, but Phil had no idea where he was.
    Help.
    He needed to seek for help.
    But the droid knew what the wish of his Master was. And that was not seeking help for him - no, his Master cared more for the life of his daughter.
    Young Rey was a fighter, a survivor. It didn't matter he was a droid - he knew she would break down if she found out her father wasn't alive anymore. And he knew that Rey would do anything she could to get her father back.
    So he kept walking, calling for help.

                              * * *

Finally P-Hil-75 reached a village.
    "Oh, at last!" the droid squeaked. The sun was going down, it got colder and colder. He almost couldn't move anymore - the cold was regret less and froze him.
    He walked through the streets, but didn't saw a living soul. Shelves were nailed on windows and doors.
    "Hello?" Phil said loudly. "Is someone here? I need help!"
     But no one answered. "Please? I need to go to Jakku! I need a ship!"
    Silent.
    "Please! Anybody?"
    Phil stood still. Abandoned. The village was abandoned. Now he saw it. Everyone had left this village a long time ago.
    He looked around. With paint something was written on the wooden shelves.
    Beware of the Man without a Face.  
    Beware of Kylo Ren.
    "Oh, no, no." He needed to get out of here. Get help. Warn Rey.
    He kept walking through the village. Maybe he saw something or someone. "This isn't happening," the droid said to himself.
    Suddenly, he stood still.
    There. In front of him. It looked like a fox. But its skin was covered with icy crystals. It looked at him with wise and intelligent eyes. Phil stood still, not moving s part. 
    Then it walked away. "Wait!" Phil yelled. With stiff steps he walked after the creature. It looked over its shoulder.
    Phil followed it, chased it. And suddenly, Phil realised that this creature wasn't running away from him. No, he guided him to something. It looked over its shoulder again, like it needed to know if the old droid was still there.
    And after a few seconds, they came to something. Phil looked at it.
    "A ship!" he said. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" he squeaked to the creature, that now disappeared into the snowy woods.
    Phil walked towards the ship. It was old, looked damaged and abandoned. He never really flew a ship before. But he had to. He didn't have a choice.
    So he walked inside.

                              * * *

At the first whisper of dawn it was quiet in the village. But not for long.
    The round shaped ship bursted over it, thundering towards that one house outside it. People looked outside their windows, with sleepy faces.
    They complained, not knowing that this ship was being controlled by an old droid

                              * * *

The sun came up, fresh at the horizon. Rey was already up, washing the clothes angrily, but after a few minutes she calmed down. It distracted her.
    And for a moment joy filled her chest. Today her father came home, and hopefully with a crystal rose.
    RRROOAARR!
    She looked up, shocked, her heart pounding inside her chest. A ship was flying towards her, it struggled with landing.
    She had never seen it. She took a deep breath and stood up, grabbed her staff, ready to attack the intruder.
    The big, round shaped ship landed in front of her house, blowing the sand in her eyes and hair. She ignored it. Whoever this was, she needed to know why he or she was here.
    The door opened and she grasped her staff harder. The cold temperature of the metal helped her concentrate.
    First she saw steam. Then, she saw stiff legs walking down.
    "Phil?" she asked. The old droid tumbled out of the ship. If he was human, she would've thought that he was in shock.
    "Oh! Young Rey!" he said, half relieved and half in anxiety. She frowned and lowered her staff.
    She looked at the entrance of the ship. But she didn't saw her father.
    Fear filled her up, concern swallowed her whole.
    She shook the exhausted Phil by his metal shoulder - it felt cold, but the sun was already warming it as it climbed up in the sky.
    "What happened? Where is Papa?" she asked him. No, this wasn't happening. Her father... She took a deep breath. Something happened.
    Then she got silent. She looked at the ice in his parts, at the old ship.
    "Bring me to him," she said.
    "But Master Maurice..." Phil immediately said.
    "No! If he isn't here, I'm your Master. And you know that!" she said fiercely. She squeezed his shoulder, hurting herself instead of Phil. "Bring me to him." A whispered begging.
    She looked at Phil, eyes filled with sorrow and concern. And love. "Please."
    "I have the coordinates to the planet we've crashed on," he said. Rey nodded, unable to speak. Crashed. They had been crashed.
    Fast she ran inside, packed food, some tools and buttoned her coat. Phil was already in the ship. Rey took a deep breath. "I'm coming Papa," she whispered.
    Rey walked inside, but before she walked in she saw a name, painted on the metal.
    The Millennium Falcon.
    But she and Phil both didn't notice the old man that slid into the ship.