It was a crash landing, really. No matter how hard he tried to make it seem like it was intentional. It was still a crash landing…on a planet he had never seen before. FN-2187, Storm Trooper number 121815, grand ace of the First Order fire team, had crashed landed on some backwater planet in a galaxy that was nothing at all like any of the planets from his star system.

He looked down at his ship, communications were fried. Power was out, and there wasn't any way to fix his jump drive. He was stuck.

His mind went into overdrive, remembering the rules and regulations that his training had drilled into him. Standard procedure for this type of scenario was to blend into the new surroundings. Come up with a cover name, and try to find better supplies. He had learned that back when he was a child, but he never thought he'd utilize it so soon.

A cover name.

Finn. He had decided. His cover name would be Finn. It was close enough to his call sign so that he could remember, and just common enough to sound legitimate.

Finn opened his cockpit, and removed his helmet, revealing the sweaty, black skin beneath. He tried to blink the sweat from his eyes, and get a good bearing of where he was. It was dark, night time possibly, or perhaps this planet simply didn't have a solar cycle. He perused the sky, there were no cloud cars in the sky, or hover vehicles, so this planet couldn't be as advanced technologically.

He hopped out of his ship, he wasn't going to find any answers in there. He stripped himself of his Storm Trooper uniform, and threw it in his cockpit. He wasn't sure if this planet knew what Stormtroopers were, but he didn't want to risk drawing too much attention to himself. He slipped on his jacket, a worn red and brown article that he kept with him as a good luck charm. He never had any trouble when he wore this jacket…hopefully, that would hold up now.

Finn slowly made his way west, towards what he hoped were friendlier landscapes.

"Did you guys catch that?" Natasha Romanov the Black Widow, said as she monitored the data feed. It was her night to watch Avengers computers for potential threats. She had been scanning the perimeter around New York for half an hour when, out of the sky, some large anomaly crashed into Earth's orbit, and onto the ground. The Avengers, had faced many threats together, and most of them started out with something big and ugly crashing onto Earth.

She tapped her communicator, she needed to warn the others. Natasha grabbed her guns, and headed down to the stairs.

"Tony," she said, "I've got something you all might want to see."

Tony Stark, practically neck deep in company paper work, jumped for joy at the chance to get away from files. Even if it meant dealing with another megalomaniac.

"What is it?" Tony asked.

"It seems we've got a visitor." Natasha beamed the data to every computer in Stark's office. A ship that had crash landed outside New York? That was never a good sign.

"Is the ET hostile?" he asked.

"Don't know." Natasha shrugged as she searched through the data, "I haven't even seen this thing, but there is a slight ion trail registering from the ship. The passenger may have the same reading. We should be able to track it."

"Great," Tony said, "Round up the team and let's move 'em out."

At the moment, the Avengers only consisted of Stark, Clint, Steve, Banner, and herself. She wished Thor was here at least, if this thing was from Asgard or one of the other realms, they would need his hammer. Oh well, they didn't have time to dwell on what-ifs.

"I've also notified Fury of this development," Natasha said.

"W-what?" Tony said. "You can't be serious. The last we need is the one eyed wonder-"

"Look," Natasha said, "He's got connections to resources we don't. We need him. End of discussion."

Finn walked the streets of this new city, it was probably just as big as any city on Corusant. Possibly bigger, but he kept looking overhead to see if there were any ships, or droids flying about, just something to make him feel a little more at home. People walked along the streets in such a hurry that it was nearly impossible to ask for any info. Not that he would have gotten it, because the small snips of language Finn could hear clearly wasn't Basic. So, he was stranded on a planet with little technology, and spoke in a tongue he'd never heard before.

Perhaps he should have paid more attention during language tutorials over at the base.

"Okay…" he said to himself, "If I were an autobody shop…where would I be?" Looking for an auto body shop in a place where there were no droids was like looking for firewood underwater. They might have certain parts that would work for their own vehicles (the rolling ones that couldn't seem to get off the ground) but that didn't meant that they would be right for his ship.

Finn stopped, and gazed up to the sky. For some reason…he felt like something was coming towards him. Something big. Bigger than he could ever imagine. This sense was one of the things that helped him excel in the Academy. The other soldiers always thought it was strange that Finn could almost predict what was going to happen before it did. The guys often joked that he was Force-sensitive.

"Maybe he's secretly a Jedi," they said.

Finn just shook his head. That wouldn't be possible. Force sensitives were a rarity, and even if he were Force sensitive, he was far too old to undergo training. No, he just assumed he was lucky and allowed that to be the end of it.

Nick Fury looked up from his console at his secure SHIELD facility. There was a strong disturbance in the air. Something he hadn't felt in forever. He didn't even know he still had ties to that part of himself.

"Director Fury," a voice over the intercom said, "Agent Romanav has a message for you. She says it's something about an anomaly in the outer reaches of the city."

An anomaly?

"Thank you that will be all." Fury shut off his intercom and stared out his window, into the midnight sky. He didn't need Romanov's message to know something was different. There was a strong disturbance all around him. Someone was here, on this planet. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, but now, more than ever, he could feel it surging through him. Something was beginning.

The Force was awakening.