She scratched one tally into the wall, before sneezing violently. She whipped her nose, groaning in frustration. This was getting out of hand. The one day Rey needed to stay a tiny bit later looking for scraps of Empirical engineering, was during monsoon season on Jakku. Pickings had been slim, as many scavengers pushed the tiny nine year old aside for their own gain. And with Unkar Plut being increasingly tight skinned with his rations, she was left no choice. So by the end of the storm, she gained enough rations for about a week, and a nasty cold.

'That was a week ago tomorrow.' She thinks bitterly. She sneezed again, this time coupled with a cough. The coughing soon turned to hacking, as her chest tightened with every release of air. She was in no condition to get rations tomorrow. But her supply was almost out. Even if she rationed it to stretch a few more days, it would only last about three more. And since Jakku didn't exactly have a stellar medical center, she was on her own for taking care of her condition.

She moaned in pain as her fit ceased. She quickly wrapped her blanket around her, despite her body feeling like it was on fire. She grasped Captain Reah to her body, and dragged her x-wing helmet to the warmest corner of her home. She snuggled in, finding the most comfortable position, before placing the helmet on her head.

"T-this is General Rey, I need intel on the c-curent situation !" She croaked out, her voice heavy with congestion. She created Reah's voice next, though her usual deeper tone sounded more gravely then normal,"I-I have just received word that the-the Stormtroopers have been setting up a camp on the most *achoo!* dangerous planet in the galaxy, General Rey."

"We can-cannot stand by while Empire s-scum terrorize the galaxy!" She wheezed out, trying to create most authoritative voice. "I shall fly into the enemy territory and take *cough!* them *cough!* down!"

"Not like that, you're not."

Rey swerved her head, immediately regretting it as she hit it against one of her hanging plants. It gave her a worse migraine than before, and she took of her helmet and scowled at the new commer.

"No Wan! I was about to go fight the Empire!" She whined.

"Forgive me, but it seemed to me that you were about to have a coughing fit."

She humphed, before turning away from the... Whatever he was. He had been around since before she could remember. Just appearing randomly in his old Jedi robes and blue see-through state. He'd sometimes come as a young man with an odd hair cut and misplaced braid, sometimes as an adult, with a beard and a kind smile, or sometimes as an old man, whose eyes were as wise as they were sad. He'd just appear, keep her company, remind her of her table manners, saying that she must attempt to be civilized. She could call him a friend. Her only friend, even though she suspected that his real name wasn't the one he gave her. Who names their kid Noh Wan?

She really didn't feel like talking to him. "What are you doing here, anyways?"

He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Can't I visit a friend in need?"

"I'm not in need," she mumbled.

"Your have a fever," he stated matter of factly.

"It's a hot planet," she retorted.

"You're ill, Rey."

"I know!" She snapped, before giving into another coughing fit.

She felt a hand on her back, rubbing circles onto her back as she began to regulate her breathing. She looked up at her friend, and gave a shaky smile.

"Thanks."

"Rey, you need to get some sleep," he said sternly.

"I know," she wheezed. "Usually playing helps me sleep."

"It overexerts you. You need to rest your throat."

She sighed, reclining back into her corner.

"It's hard to get to sleep," she muttered, looking out the window at the raging storm. Noh Wan looked out as well, then turned to her, giving her a look of understanding.

"Well, I have a solution," he offers.

She looks up at him, curiosity flaring through her.

"What is it?"

"A story."

She tilted her head. "What kind of a story?"

"A story that was passed down through the Jedi Order for generations. My Master told it to me, I told it to my Padwan, and now I'm going to tell it to you."

"Does it have any fighter ships in it?"

"More then that, little Rey. Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, True Love, miracles."

Rey considered it for a moment, before nodding her head, "Sounds interesting."

Noh Wan smiled, "You're going to love it, trust me."

She nodded, snuggling closer into her alcove, clutching her doll. She jumped slightly as a small book manifested in his hand.

"How did you do that?" She asked in amazement.

"Patience, young one. I can't reveal all my secrets just yet," Noh Wan said, a playful smile on his lips. He opened the book carefully to the first page, before reading aloud

""The Trooper Bride, Chapter One. Finn was raised on a small farm on the planet of Starkiller."