Chance

Just the Girl

Author's note:

Welcome to those of you who are new and welcome back to those of you that have been here a while!

This is the first chapter of my newest book Chance. The next chapter will be up within a week, and I'll continue updating from there and we'll get this show on the road.

As always, I can't thank you enough for the love and support. Hope you enjoy. If not, then contact my lawyer or something.

-S

P.S. - I love you all. Okay now I'm done. Enjoy.

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The wind was warm against your skin, whistling by your ears and blowing a few strands of hair into your face.

Corellia wasn't exactly the most luxurious, lush place in the galaxy, but it didn't look too bad from up here. You could just barely see the city in the distance from here, the sun just about to dip below the tall buildings. One of the better perspectives on the planet.

You leaned over to peer towards the ground to find Vyn still barely halfway up the wrecked ship. All you could see was his light brown hair, his head tilted down to keep an eye on his footing. Slow as hell per usual.

"You're taking forever," you called down to him. "My hair's gonna be gray by the time you get up here."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled. "I'm coming."

Vyn would make his way up the structure eventually, but you were always one for efficiency. No point in wasting time out of courtesy or politeness.

You carefully lowered yourself into the wrecked hull of the ship, avoiding jagged debris, and searched for a steady place to stand.

You'd gotten real good at this, and with all the practice, you easily located a sturdy metal panel lodged into the ship's frame that would be the perfect platform to stand on.

It was a good thing you were the quicker climber, since you had a much better eye than Vyn. It took you half the time it took him to find a decent, salvageable part to sell. If it were up to him, you weren't sure you'd be able to eat.

This one today was a gold mine. A big ass ship that so happened to belong to the First Order. Guaranteed higher quality than a random hunk of rust.

In just a few minutes, you'd collected a few large rivets that would fetch a handful of credits each, a mismatched pile of nuts and bolts that would earn a decent amount, and the crown jewel of your find—a fully in tact compressor that had somehow survived the crash. That might earn more credits than the rest of the scraps you'd found combined.

"You started without me?"

Vyn was finally lowering himself into the wreckage, using one foot to test out a few possible footholds.

"Well yeah," you replied. "I didn't want to be in here all night."

Vyn finally located a sturdy place to stand on, and used the a few low hanging wires as handles to get there. "Very funny."

You reached into your bag and pulled out the compressor. "Look what I found."

Vyn's eyes widened as he took the compressor from your hand, holding it close and examining it. "Holy shit," he said. "It's practically perfect condition."