Please read. So I have decided that a rewrite is in order. I haven't worked on this in a while and when I read it just recently I realized that it wasn't that good at all. So, I'm rewriting these chapters and merging some. Hopefully, you all will like this a bit better. I haven't given up on this story.

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~TheJediAvenger~

Two Journeys, One Road

Thoughts start to return to Angela's mind as she opens her eyes to see a blurred image of her control board in front of her. Instinctively, she pushes herself upright in her seat to look outside the cockpit of her yellow-painted Starfighter. After blinking a few times her vision clears from the fog that is in her sight. Angela then sees...cracks.

Why is my vision cracked?

It takes a few moments for the fog in her eyes to lift.

Oh, the cockpit cover cracked...duh.

Angela strains her eyes to see through the cockpit but quickly stops doing so. The only way she is going to see anything is to get out of her Starfighter. She pulls on the latch to unlock her cockpit but soon finds out that it's internally broken. She is going to have to manually force it open, whether in one piece or not.

She unbuckles herself from her pilot's seat and raises her hands up towards the top of the cockpit. A dull pain throbs on the right side of her torso.

"Alright Angela, go slow. We aren't in a rush to get out." Using what little physical strength she has left in her, Angela slowly pushes on the cockpit cover. It moves a mere inch before Angela calls upon the Force to aid her in pushing it the rest of the way open.

Angela brings her arms back down and relaxes in her seat for just a bit longer, while gazing at the surroundings that she had crash landed in. Several tall tree jot the landscape, that is covered in shin-high dry grass. Looking above the treetops, Angela spies a clear light blue sky, while feeling a hot light breeze waft across the skin on her face.

She then remembers that her Starfighter helmet is still resting on her head. Angela gently pulls it off, her blonde hair falling behind her back just below her shoulders.

"Well, I've landed on a planet that can sustain plant life, at the least. That narrows the planets down, but not by much."

Having enough energy to function again, Angela makes her way out of her Starfighter, gently placing both feet onto the grassy ground. She then reaches behind her seat and pulls out her tan-colored small backpack, full of some rations, a short range com-link and a short range holo-communicator.

Setting her backpack down on the ground, Angela puts both her hands on her two lightsabers that are hanging at her sides. Pulling them from her belt, she places both of them gently into the pack, closes the top, then slings the backpack onto her back while sliding her arms through the straps.

I need to keep a low profile until I figure out where exactly I am. No lightsabers at my sides and no using the Force in front of anyone, unless I have no other reasonable option.

Looking around her a second time, Angela realizes that her Starfighter's yellow paintjob sticks out among the surrounding trees and brush.

I need to conceal my Starfighter so that it can't be spotted by anyone that may cross its path.

Angela looks around and spots some freshly broken branches that still had green leaves on them. Being careful not to irritate her injuries from the crash, Angela drags each leaf-covered branch and covers up the majority of her Starfighter with them. Just to make sure, Angela gathers up some nearby brush and covers any gaping holes in the Starfighter's cover.

"That should be enough cover." Adjusting the backpack's shoulder straps, she starts walking away from the Starfighter while keeping her Force senses on high alert. She hopes that she soon reaches some type of small town or even a dirt road that would lead to one.

Step by step, Angela takes her time to look around at the environment around her. Besides the birds chirping every once in a while and the wind rustling the leaves on trees and dry grass, the world around her felt at peace for the time being.

About ten minutes later, Angela finally reaches a well-worn dirt road. Now she has to make a choice of going left on the road or going right. Not only did she not hear any type of man-made means of travel nearby, Angela could not sense anyone on the road or near it as well.

"Great. Now, I have a fifty-fifty shot. With my luck, I'll pick the wrong direction."

A sigh escapes from her lips. "I guess I'll go right."Not wasting another moment, she heads right and travels leisurely on the dirt road.

Soon five minutes go by. Then another five. Then another five, before she decides to sit a weather-worn rock off the road nearby to quickly rest before continuing down the stretch of road. After her quick break, she continues walking down the road. Every step she takes kicks up a small cloud of bone dry dirt behind her. The sun above her does not relent in baring its rays upon the suffering land and creatures living on it. Of course this doesn't cause Angela any discomfort, since she had grown up on Tatooine just like Luke Skywalker had. Still, she wants to find the nearest town, or at least someone who has the tools necessary to repair her Starfighter, as soon as she possibly could.

The Force is with Angela or it's just pure coincidence. Even though she doesn't hear, see or sense it through the Force, a orange painted vehicle, with numbers on both its sides, is unknowingly closing the distance between the both of them.

It's just another sunny day in Hazzard County, Georgia, as an orange vehicle, named the General Lee cruises along a stretch of a dry dirt road. The driver, who goes by the name of Bo Duke, keeps the car on the road with ease. His passenger and cousin, Luke Duke, looks at the surroundings the General drives past, constantly getting reminded of the state that Hazzard is facing.

"Geez."

Bo glances to his cousin who is slightly shaking his head while glancing out the passenger's side of the General.

"What's wrong?"

Luke motions to the world outside of the car. "This. Just look at how dry everything is. It's so dry that I can't see nothing in the side mirror."

"You aren't kiddin', Luke. If it doesn't rain soon, a lot of people's crops will be ruined. Ours included."

"I know. All we can do about it is pray that we get some rain. The sooner, the better."

A sudden gust of wind stirs up the dirt around them, causing the visibility to drop to the point that Bo and Luke can only see a couple yards in front of him. The sudden loss of seeable distance makes Bo slow the General down to twenty miles an hour. However, this speed is a snail's pace in their eyes.

Frustrated about having to drive slower than normal, Bo throws his head back into the seat's headrest. "Great. Just peachy. If this breeze keeps up like this, it'll take longer to get back to the farm in time for lunch."

"Well I'm sure that Uncle Jesse will understand why we're late when we tell him about the wind stirrin' up all this dirt again."

"I ain't worried about Uncle Jesse not understand. I'm just plain hungry."

"Bo, you're always hungry."

"So?"

Luke shakes his head in defeat. He knows that it's no use arguing with Bo when food is on his mind. "Never mind."

Just as the boys finish their little conversation, the wind dies down and the flying dust from the ground starts to clear from the air. Bo could now see the road and is about to put some weight on the accelerator, until both and he and Luke see more than just the road before them.

"Luke, do you see what I see?"

"If you are referring to the person about a hundred yards ahead walking down the road, then yes. I am seeing what you're seeing."

"I didn't see a broken down car or anything."

"Bo, with that gust of wind stirring up as much dirt as it did, we could have passed it already without knowing it."

"You have a point there. Wanna stop and see if they want a ride into Hazzard after we stop by the farm?"

"Sure. Besides, it wouldn't be right to leave someone out here walking at this time of day with the heat and all."

Bo slowly down the General until he comes to a complete stop a few feet in behind the stranger. As both cousins climb out of the General, the stranger turns to face them, while silently taking in their attire and stance.

She makes note of both men's clothing, finding no identifying marks or symbols on their clothes. As for how they stood in front of her, she could tell that they had no hostile thoughts in mind. In fact, she senses, through the Force, that both of them mean to help her.

"Excuse us, miss. I'm Luke Duke." He motions towards the man on his left. "This here is my cousin, Bo."

"Ma'am."

"Please, call me Angela." She offers her hand to Bo, which he gently shakes out of respect. Luke copies his cousin in doing so as well.

"So Angela, why is someone like you walking in Hazzard at this time of day?" Bo curiously asks. "Did your car break down or something?"

"My...car?" Angela quickly figures out that a car is a means of transportation like the one Bo and Luke had climbed out of. "Oh! My car. Yeah, it broke down some time ago actually. I've been walking for a good while now."

"Well since Hazzard Square is a good ways from here, how's about we give you a ride there, after we make a quick stop by our farm first?" Luke generously offers a ride to Angela.

"You would do that for someone you just met?"

"Well sure." Bo confirms. "Especially for someone that's a pretty as you are."

A slight of blush colors Angela's cheeks. She had never been told that she is pretty. Then again, she was usually busy fighting to protect people from several vicious groups across her galaxy. "Alright. I'll take you up on your offer."

"Well alright then Angela, right this way." Luke motions towards the General's passenger side door. "It's a little tricky getting in."

"I got it." Angela takes her backpack off and tosses it into the back of the General. She then puts her legs through the open window and slides into the General, working her way to the backseat.

Luke shrugs while Bo chuckles at Angela not needing any assistance to get in. Usually when either boy went on a date or when Daisy was with them, they would help them in and out of General Lee.

As Luke climbs into the General to sit in the passenger's seat, Bo walks around the front of the General and climbs into the driver's seat. With the turn of a key and a few good revs of the engine, Bo makes the General continue its trek towards the Duke Farm.

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~TheJediAvenger~