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

Chapter 3 - Rathtars

"Chewie... we're home."

This doesn't sound like stormtroopers at all. But I still don't have the courage to look at who it is. There is a Wookie as well with the man, because I can hear his roars. No, they aren't stormtroopers, but I'm not sure if they would be willing to let us live.

Suddenly, the Wookie grabs the iron door and uncovers us. Finn and I start breathing rapidly, not sure what do next, as we see the stranger, an old man, pointing his gun at us. We make a few steps backwards as we watch in horror how the man studies us.

He doesn't seem dangerous. His simple jacket and white shirt are dirty, as well as his shoes. His expression confuses me, as he doesn't really know what to say to us.

"Where are the others? Where's the pilot?" His voice is intimidating and I feel like shrinking as he comes closer, looking at us better, his gun still in his hands, pointed now at me.

"I'm the pilot." I answer quickly.

"You?" He asks, and the Wookie roars. Why are they surprised at all? Don't I look like I can be a pilot? Their reaction just confuses me more, but I decide not to focus on that. The Wookie growls a question.

"No, it's true, we're the only ones on board."

"You can understand that thing?" Finn asks, and I am about to slap him. I don't want more trouble, a Wookie can be dangerous when wanted and certainly I don't want to die today.

"And that thing can understand you, too, so watch it." He cuts Finn off. I gulp. "Come on out of there."

We don't need to be told twice. We quickly remove our gas masks and we pull our bodies up. I'm the first one to face the man, my back straightened, ready for anything.

"Where'd you get this ship?"

"Niima Outpost." I say. Finn now stands next to me, as I hear his breaths right next to my ear.

"Jakku? That junkyard?"

"Thank you! Junkyard." Finn comments. I make a wired face at Finn, who is now looking at me. I give him a death stare, then I look back at the white-haired man in front of me, who is now speaking to the Wookie.

"Told you we should have double-checked the Western Reaches." The Wookie growls, as the man turns his gaze to meet mine. "Who had it? Ducain?"

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

"Who stole it from me!" He exclaims. He leaves me and Finn alone, as he makes his way to the command room. "Well, you tell him that Han Solo just stole back the Millennium Falcon for good."

What? Han Solo? The Millennium Falcon? A lot of unanswered questions are running through my mind as I process everything. I can't believe I called the Millennium Falcon garbage. This feels wired. Too much has happened in one day and the fact that in front of me is standing one of the most appreciated hero of the galaxy makes me wonder what did I do to get here. So, if he is Han Solo, then I assume the Wookie is Chewbacca.

"This is the Millennium Falcon? You're Han Solo?" I ask enthusiastic, my eyes as wide as possible. Han turns to face me and he closes a control panel on the right part of the corridor.

"I used to be." He mutters. He then takes a turn to the left, leaving us two with Chewbacca.

"Han Solo, the Rebellion general?" Finn asks.

"No, the smuggler." I correct him.

"Wasn't he a war hero?" Finn asks again. Chewbacca raises his shoulders, grunting.