I Am No One - Rey's Story (Star Wars - Episode VII)

Chapter 2 - Escaping Jakku

"Buno kiara tory." One of Unkar's man says. I feel another one behind me, who has covered BB-8 with a bag.

"A capturate." He says with his alien dialect.

"What?" I ask, but as I see him approaching BB-8, I scream. "Oi, get off him!"

I kick him in the stomach and he falls over, not having enough time to touch BB-8. The other thug catches my arms and I start moving my legs in horror, trying to find a way to escape. I decide to bite his hand hard, which makes the thug retreat a bit, letting me go.

As the battle goes on, BB-8 chirps inquisitively, not understanding what is happening. Well, neither am I.

I then have enough time to grab my staff and be ready for the next attack. The thug that fell over is now on his feet again, running towards me, then he hits my face hard, which makes me grunt in pain. I hit him once with my staff in the back and I hear a little crack, probably his spine. But he again stands up. I carefully maneuver my staff with enough power to break his hand, then hit him over the face. He makes a few steps backwards and the other one again catches my arms. I lean on him and I kick the one in the face. He falls and ge doesn't get up anymore. I am left with only one.

I notice how people gathered around to see the show. This just fuels my anger. I move my staff and I turn around in his grasp, facing him. He let's me go, but he still stands close to me, ready to attack. But before he has any time, I hit his shoulder twice. With the second hit, which was fueled with more anger he also falls, not daring to stand up and fight me again. Stupid slaves.

I breathe heavily, then I turn around to free BB-8. I stand on one knee as I reveal his small figure. He chirps inquisevly.

"They work for Unkar. That guy that really wanted you. He must have really wanted you." I say, as I grab my staff and I put it back over my shoulder.

Suddenly, BB-8 is in alert mode, chirping quickly and angrily as he is about to pop. He tells me about a person with his master's jacket.

"Who?" I ask, but then I see the only person who wears a jacket on this weather. It only reveals a black-skinned guy, his hair cropped, looking at us. He seems lost, it means that he isn't from here. "Him?" I ask, as I stand up. BB-8 confirms. The guy seems to have noticed us and he looks behind him. He realizes that I am looking at him, and he tries to seem like he isn't bothered at all.

I start running towards him with the staff in my right hand. He looks frightened, so he starts running like crazy, but it seems like he didn't choose the best path, because the center is the most crowded, and it will only slow him down. Pathetic. I run on the edge, where there isn't anybody, so I reach the other part of the outpost in no time. It also seems like my stamina is better than his, because he only reaches my spot when I have already waited for him to. He looks at something behind him as he runs forward, which gives me the best opportunity to knock him over. I hit him in the face with my staff and he falls backwards. I still keep my staff pointed at him as he groans in pain.

"What's your hurry, thief?" I ask him. His look is a mixture of pain and perplexity.

"What?" He finally says, still rolling around in the sand, trying to stand up. "Thief?" He asks, but then he is cut off as BB-8 zaps him. "Hey, what?" He yells, again being in pain. I only frown at him, pressing my hands slowly on the staff, eyeing him with cautiousness.

"The jacket. This droid says you stole it." I tell him, my tone raised so I can look more intimidating.

"I've had a pretty messed up day, all right? So I'd appreciate it, if you stop accusing me of-" He finally says, leaning on his left elbow, but the droid cuts him off, zapping him again. "Ow! Stop it!" He yells at BB-8.