The harsh heat bore down on the young girl, clouding her vision with stinging droplets of sweat as she lugged piece after piece of scrap parts from the heap in the back of the shop. Her owner was embroiled in a game of dice at the chipped, worn wooden table shoved off into the corner of the workshop, and she could feel the collar on her neck tug occasionally with her movement.
"Girl!" The slimy, Hutt-looking creature called out to his slave, making her pause in her path before setting the scrap she had been holding across her shoulders on the ground. "Come here."
She approached the table slowly and cautiously, her green eyes darting at each of the smugglers and thieves gathered at the table. "Yes, sir?" Her long, slim fingers fiddled with the frayed wrappings around her wrists as she stood tall in front of the table, long and lean for her tender age of 10.
"Show us a trick." The creature grinned at his young slave, a trickle of ale running down his chin and mixing with the mucus that seeped from his skin.
The girl stayed quiet for a moment, her eyes slipping closed as she raised her left hand, palm up in front of her. For a beat, nothing happened and one of the smugglers burst into laughter. "Oh, what a trick! You sure have a talented kid there!"
To the shock of the four men at the table, the dice and chips on the table began to tremble, then lift off of the wood. The girl's forehead creased in concentration and she closed her hand, curling her fingers into her palm with a snap. The chips flew into a neat stack in front of her owner and the dice fell to the table, showing snake eyes.
A moment of silence passes before she opens her eyes, her long, thick lashes fluttering as she sways slightly on her feet. "May I return to my work, sir?"
All of the men cheered and hooted for her except one. His dark, curious gaze followed the young girl as she continued moving scrap pieces of ships into the shop. "How much for her?" He looks to the man who owned her, rolling the dice in his hand as he thinks about what he had just seen.
"She's priceless!" The creature fired back, chugging another glass of ale and slamming his cup onto the table. "That little girl has been the best investment of my life! Only had her a year and she's already tripled my business!"
"A lot of people would love to get their hands on her, and they won't come offering payment either." The man sits up, leaning in to speak in a lower tone of voice. "A force-sensitive child is just begging to bring the First Order here, blasters blazing. She make enough money to repair that?"
The Slug ran one nail along the chips in front of him, his gaze troubled as he realized for the first time what a mistake it may have been to extort the girl's power. Finally, he let out a troubled sigh and glanced back at the girl. "Girl, come here!"
Annoyed at being taken away from her work for the second time, she trekked over to the group and stood, one thin, dark brown eyebrow raised in defiance. "Yes?"
A startled yelp escaped her as her owner grabbed her wrist, pulling her against his slimy body. She could feel the oily substance soaking through the thin wraps that served as her top and it disgusted her, but she feared resistance would make it worse. "Girl, show this man what he's just offered to buy."
She let out a soft breath of surprise before nodding, slowly unwrapping her top, untying the small knot behind her back that held the material on her body. It fell to the ground with a small puff of sand and she moved down to slide her skin-tight leggings off. The man's eyes filled with anger as he took in the bruises on her small body. They formed a rainbow of splotches on her pale skin, from sickly yellow to deep, indigo blue and they covered nearly every inch of her body.
"Is that the way you treat your property?" He snaps at the owner, standing up as he shakes his head, snapping at the young girl. "Put your clothes back on, kid."
The girl hesitates before obeying, redressing as her owner laughs, "Some of my customers leave more marks than others, what can I say? She takes it like a-"
The smuggler reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a sack filled with money, tossing it onto the table. "That's more than triple what you paid for her, I'm sure. I've seen the slave market here. Take it and forget me and her, or I'll make sure every planet knows about your little Jedi show."
The girl watched the exchange with a frown, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her owner snatches the sack of coins and grumbles, "Fine, take her. The men were getting bored, anyway."
The man glances once more at the table in disgust, then grabs the kid's arm, tugging her towards the door to the shop. "You got anything to get?"
She shakes her head, looking up at the man as she hurries to keep up with his fast pace. "No, sir."
"Good." He shoves her into the ship, pushing her towards a seat as he looks at Chewbacca and snaps, "Chewie, drive for me."
The wookie whines, glancing at the young girl then his best friend. A stern glance from Han makes him retreat to the cockpit and Han sits down at the table with the girl. "What's your name, kid?"
"The men at the shop called me-" She began, only for the older man to cut her off.
"No, I have a pretty good idea of what they called you. Didn't you have parents?" He frowns, leaning back in the seat as he watches the girl look around.
"I don't remember. I lived in the market for as long as I can remember until Mop bought me." She tugs on the dirty wrappings on her wrists, rocking herself slowly to comfort herself.
"You mean you have no memory? Not even a name?" Han frowns, running a hand through his hair in irritation as he stares at the girl, watching her shake her head. "Alright, well...I'm Han."
"Nice to meet you, sir." She whispers, looking down at the tabletop. "Am I to serve you like those other men?"
"God no. We're going to go to the planet where my wife and son are. You'll be safe with them." Han stands up, rifling through some of the clothes heaped in the corner of the bench. "Here...it'll be big, but you need something warmer than that. Space is cold."
"We're leaving Tatooine?" Her eyes light up as she pulls the thick shirt on over her skimpy rags, the soft, warm material creating a baggy dress on her small frame.
"Yup. Come on, you don't wanna miss this." He leads the girl into the cockpit, letting her sit between him and Chewie as they approach the atmospheric barrier of Tatooine.
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"Wow!" The girl looked around the forest-like surroundings, her hand clasped in Han's as she follows him into a humble, small cottage nearly hidden by the lush grass and vines growing over the walls and roof. "It's so green..."
A small, dark haired boy runs to greet them, smiling as he peers up at Han excitedly. "You're home!"
Han smiles as he crouched between the two children, ruffling his son's hair playfully. "Hey, kid. Is your mother inside?"
Ben nods, his shaggy, dark hair falling into his face. "Yes. Who's this?"
"This is...a girl I found on Tatooine. You two play...or something." He stands up, leaving the two kids together as he greets his wife in the cottage.
Ben tilts his head curiously, watching the girl look around at the unfamiliar vegetation. "What's your name?"
"I don't have one." She mutters, a soft blush rising to her cheeks as she plays with the sleeve of the shirt she still had on.
"Everyone has a name though." Ben frowns as he watches the smaller girl, following her as she slowly walks around the grass in front of the Falcon.
"I'm sure I had a name once, but I don't remember it." She shrugs, looking back at the boy as she lowers herself to sit in the soft grass. "What is your name?"
"Ben." He smiles and sits beside her, watching her play with the blades of grass.
"Nice to meet you, Ben." She smiles at the boy, glad that she had been rescued from the shop.
"You need a name though." He frowns as he reaches out, touching the oily, brown stands of hair hanging in front of her cheek. "What do you like?"
The girl shrugs, biting her plump bottom lip slightly, "I dunno..."
Ben hums softly and looks over at the cottage as his mother calls for him. "We should go in, maybe they can name you!"
He stood and offered his hand to her, helping her up and walking with her to the warmly lit doorway of the cottage.
So this is a new venture for me. I don't know if my limited knowledge of Star Wars is enough to write a fanfiction with, but I'm going to try. This will be a Kylo/OC story, and I hope no one minds me playing with the characters a little. Please review and tell me what you think!