Hello everyone, I'm back! I know it's been a while, High School's been keeping me busy. So anyway, this is a re-write of my other story. Since the movie was released on Blu-Ray, I had more information to help me write. Before, all I had was memories of the movie and the Disney Infinity video game :/. Also, a special thanks to my dad, who is a Star Wars expert and helped me edit my story. I hope you enjoy! :)

There was the sound of metal clanking as a small metallic door was opened and a figure wearing goggles, a breather mask, and a black hood reached inside and wrenched out a part. The figure looked at the part before nodding and stuffing it into a burlap bag that was hanging around his shoulders before he walked toward the small opening in the Star Destroyer's wall. The figure stumbled out of the wrecked Star Destroyer, and into the beating sun of Jakku.

When outside in the sun, the figure's clothes were a lot more noticeable: His black tunic has obviously been ripped and sewn multiple times, his white pants are also ripped and sewn up and stained tan due to the sand, and the leather his boots were made of were scratched and clouded due to the sand. He has a second belt that was slightly lower than the other and it was covered in tools of various types.

The figure reaches to get the canteen that's tied onto his belt and opens it; he reaches up to move his mask but stops when he notices how flat his canteen is. He tips it over and a few drops of water fall out and into the endless amount of sand. He sighs before putting the canteen back onto his belt, and looks at the long steep hill. He wasn't going to slink down that thing and slip and roll down like the last time. He looks around before noticing a loose piece of metal on the side of the Star Destroyer, he walks over, grabs it and practically falls backward to yank it free.

After hammering the edges thinner and curling them upward, the figure places his little metal sled on the edge of the slope and stands on it. He shifts his weight forward a little bit and the sled slides over the edge, the figure holds his arms out slightly and moves them up and down to keep his balance. When he's halfway down the hill, he thinks 'Yes! I'm gonna make it without rolling down this time!'

He didn't see a small piece of shrapnel sticking up out of the sand.

He feels the sled catch before he jerks forward and then finds himself rolling down the hill.

When he got to the bottom, he smacked the ground with an open palm. After saying a few swear words in Bacce, he stands up and picks up his sled before walking over to his speeder bike. He put his sled behind the seat, loaded all the things he had scavenged into a small net-like bag and put the bag behind the seat also, before mounting the hovering vehicle.

He placed his feet on the rest, then used the handles next to his thighs to make the vehicle go. He maneuvered through the wrecks until he reached the endless amount of sand just beyond the wrecks, his bike leaving a trail of dust behind him.

As he sped across the desert, the dark eyes that were hidden behind the goggles scanned the area for anyone or anything that might get in his way, even though that was stupid because there was absolutely nothing for miles on end. He exhales before pushing down the handles even more to make the vehicle speed up.

It took him about an hour to reach his destination, Niima Outpost.

He stopped his bike before he reached up to take off his goggles, mask, and hood, revealing his dark brown eyes, curly black hair, and pale skin (which was very surprising since he lived on a desert). He put his head coverings in his bag before walking closer to the "town" in order to trade his scavenged parts.

While he was at the cleaning station, scrubbing his scavenged part furiously with the brush, he heard some snickering behind him. He recognized those snickers from anywhere. He groaned slightly and turned around with a (pretty much useless) glare and came face to face with his rival, Sado, a Dug that lived at Niima and thought he owned the place.

"What are you laughing at slime ball?" Ben asked in the Dug language.

"I'm laughing at you of course, poor little Ben, stuck scavenging for Unkar," Sado mocks. "Shut up," Ben said, before turning to finish his cleaning. "Oooh! Big talk for such a tiny man!" Sado mocks again.

"I'm more of a man than you are!" Ben snaps.

"My little sister is more of a man than you! And she doesn't have to scavenge for her food and money! Then again, she'd probably do a better job than you! She wouldn't get beaten up or slide down those sand slopes...sound familiar?"

Ben's face burned before telling Sado to do something he'd never say in Basic, before he turned and tried to finish his cleaning.

Sado got a shocked/angry look on his face before walking closer to Ben and using his small hand-like foot, he grabbed the back of Ben's head and slammed it into the bowl of water he had been using to clean his parts.

Ben emerged from the bowl, spluttering, and turned to yell at Sado, only he was gone. If his face wasn't wet, the little angry/embarrassed tears would have been obvious.

After he finished cleaning his parts with the little water he had left, he gathered them in his arms and went to trade them.

"Hmm" His boss, Unkar Plutt said, examining his findings, "What you have brought me is worth...one quarter portion." he said, handing the ebony haired teen a ration pack "Wait! Last week you said that these parts were worth one half portion each!" Ben exclaimed pointing accusingly at his boss.

"Yes Ben, I did...last week!" Unkar snapped, and Ben knew that it was pointless, he took the package, ignoring the stinging behind his eyes, and walked away.

As he walked back to his bike his saw Sado and his little gang snickering. He knew they were laughing at him; he looked down and tried to hide his embarrassment. The snickers grew quieter as he neared the edge of Niima.

After chasing off some Jawas that seemed to want his bike, he mounted it and sped away from Niima.

It took him another hour for him to reach his "Home."

He dismounted his bike and walked over to the tiny hut...or shack as Sado called it. He walked through the sliding door and over to a small table with a chair.

He set his food package down before he walked over to a small refrigerator/cabinet and pulled out a small container of water. He walked back to the table and poured some off the water into a small metal plate, before he opened the package and poured it in as well.

As he waited for his dinner to rise, he began to cook the three pieces of veg-meat on a little stove. He pushed the meat onto his plate next to his bread and poured himself some more water.

He took his plate and cup then climbed the ladder onto his roof where he sat and devoured his veg-meat and gulped down his water, putting out the fire that had ignited in the back of his throat.

As he finished his meat he glance downward to look at an old rebel pilot helmet. He had found it in the wrecks and thought it was cool, he had decided to trade it, but only as a last resort, he loved that thing.

He brushed off some of the sand before dropping the helmet onto his head and going to eat his bread.

While he was chewing the second to last piece of bread, he looked next to his feet where a wooden box sat. He reached over and opened it, he kept all of his best possessions in that box; he reached in and pulled out a blaster. It was one of the older versions of blasters he had found in the wreck, he tried to sell it but that fat blob that called himself his boss wouldn't even look at it! Another reason he couldn't trade his helmet.

He popped in his last piece of bread before aiming the blaster at the horizon and saying 'bang' in a muffled voice. He swallowed his bread and looked at the sun that was just now beginning to set. He couldn't wait to see the sunset, it was one of two things Jakku had that was good, a pretty sunset, and a cool history; it was said that one of the last battles between the Republic and Empire took place there, hence the wrecks.

He sighed and looked up at the now darkening sky, he wanted to get out of there so badly; he wanted to leave this sandy scrapheap that called itself a planet. If he could he would've built a ship out of the Star Destroyers and left that place, but he sadly didn't know how, and there was no way Unkar would let him take one of his ships. He thought of all all those places he heard stories about during the Galactic Civil War; like Naboo, Coruscant, Endor, and Cloud City.

"There are all of those amazing places," he whispers, lying on his back to stare up at the sky "And I'm stuck here." He sighed once more before sitting up and going back downstairs, he had some time to kill before bed, so he decided to do some sand drawing. A thing he's done since he could crawl.

He grabs a small metal stick and walks outside, before sitting down on his small duracrete porch. He moved the stick up and down, side to side, and then finally he drew what looked like ovals.

He had drawn a city; with tall buildings, fancy airships and speeders, and a stick figure of himself right in the middle of it all, saying "I'm in Coruscant!"

Ben gave a sad smile before wiping the picture away with his boot, before deciding to draw another picture.

Ben was in the middle of his second sand drawing when he heard a commotion from nearby.

Curious, Ben stands up from his small duracrete porch he takes his helmet off and puts it inside, before rushing off to see what the commotion was, taking his metal stick with him, in case it was muggers or someone who could harm him ('Then Again,' Ben thinks, 'Anyone could hurt me! I'm so small!')

He climbs over a little dune and looks over. "Ugh! Teedo!" He groans, watching the scrapper pull in a small BB unit that was caught in his net.

Ben grips his metal stick tightly and storms over to Teedo and the little droid.

"Teedo! Let that droid go!" Ben demands in the Teedo language, Teedospeak, stopping a few feet away from said scrapper.

"No! I have never seen a droid like this one, I could get so many parts fro- Hey stop it!" Teedo yells as Ben marches over and cuts the net with a knife that was on his belt.

"Ben you little brat! That's my droid!" Teedo was about to get off of his luggabeast but Ben stood up, pointed his small knife at him like a finger and yelled "NO!"

Ben rolled his eyes as Teedo urged the luggabeats on, complaining under his breath. The little droid looked at him and asked who that was.

"Oh that was just Teedo, he wanted you for parts, don't worry, he shouldn't bother you again." Ben said, before noticing, "Hey, your antenna's bent, hold on." Ben kneels down and plucks BB-8's antenna off his head.

While he straightens out BB-8's antenna, Ben asks, "So…where are you headed, or, where are you from." BB beeps out an answer.

"Classified? Well then, what's your name, or is that classified too?" Ben chuckles as BB lets out some more beeps, "BB-8? Well then BB, can I call you that? I'm Ben…But I prefer to be called 'Kylo'." Ben reaches up and places BB-8's antenna back on his head, "There we go," he says. BB-8 asked him a question.

"Where did I get the name Kylo? Well, I got it from a dream...well, a nightmare actually…In it, I was...a bit of an evil madman. I had gotten off this ship and was ordering these people to...to kill." Ben's eyes cast downward, "I'm a bit of a pacifist, I don't like to hurt people, only if it's absolutely necessary."

BB-8 looks at Ben and tilts his head concernedly, Ben was silent before he snapped back to his cheerful self and stood up.

"Niima Outpost is that way," He points one direction, "Star Destroyer wrecks are that way," He points another direction, "And pretty much every other direction is sand." He sticks out both arms and turns left and right.

As Ben turned to make his way back home, he hears the sound of a ball rolling in the sand; he turns to see that BB-8 is following him "You want to come with me?" he asks, BB lets out a happy chirp.

Ben stares at the little ball-like droid, "If you wish, come on!" BB follows Ben home and lets out another cheerful chirp, Ben chuckles before saying, "You're welcome."

As the two make their way back to Ben's house, Ben starts up a conversation with BB-8, "To be honest, I'm really glad you're staying here tonight, I've been so lonely. It'll be nice to have some company."

The walk wasn't even five minutes long, but in that short time span, Ben talked BB-8's "ears" off. But BB didn't seem to mind, he seemed quite happy actually, listening as Ben talked until they reached his little house.

"It's not much, obviously," Ben says with a roll of his eyes "But it's home, come on, it's getting dark and I need to get ready for bed." The two walk, or roll, into Ben's small house.

When BB-8 enters Ben's house, he looks around; Ben looks a little embarrassed. "Yeah, it's pretty small, it gets kind of claustrophobic sometimes…" Ben's eyes shift from side to side for a moment, "Uh, I'm going to clean up my dishes. Make yourself at home."

BB-8 watches as Ben climbs up the ladder, before looking around the small hut, he rolled over to what looked like a long stone coffee table, he looks down and there's a picture of a birthday cake, there are seventeen stick-like candles on it and it says "Happy Birthday Ben!"

BB lets out a small, sympathetic beep as Ben climbs back down the ladder "Huh? Oh that. Uh, since I can't really afford cake, I drew one instead…Pathetic isn't it?" Ben asks, putting his dishes into a small "sink."

As Ben cleans his dishes, BB-8 sees something under Ben's bed. Looking closer, he notices the old rebel fighter helmet "Ah, that! I found that in the Star Destroyer wrecks. I couldn't sell it, so I kept it. I wear it sometimes." Ben chuckles and walks over to the long stone table.

"Um…Pardon me." He says before beginning to undress. BB-8 politely looks away and looks back to see Ben, who was only on his under shorts, folding his clothes and putting them on the stone table, then he lies down.

If BB had a face, he would have been making a "What the heck, that's your BED?!" face.

Ben suddenly leans over the side of his bed and blows hard; BB sees the small cake drawing blow away, "Goodnight BB, see you in the morning." Ben says, turning over.

BB lets out a small beep before rolling over to a corner and shutting down.

Ben sighed and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible on his makeshift bed, all while dreading the next day; another day of scavenging, traveling, trading, and crying (from frustration).

"Another day in the life of Ben." Ben mutters, eyes drifting shut. Unknown to Ben, his life was about to change…the next day.