Unit; BB-8 does not like Planet; Jakku. Planet; Jakku is covered in sand, and Unit; BB-8 does not like sand. Sand always gets into its compartments, no matter how careful Unit; BB-8 is. Unit; BB-8 will need thorough maintenance to get rid of all the grains clogging up its systems. Unit; BB-8 is glad to have found shelter inside Starship; ID 492727ZED.
Unit; BB-8 is not glad that Unit; R2-Violence is inside Starship; ID 492727ZED. Unit; R2-Violence is rude and violent. It threatened Unit; BB-8 without reason. Unit; BB-8 has no intention of tampering with Starship; ID 492727ZED. That would be very rude to do after being saved by Savior-Rey.
Unit; BB-8 likes Savior-Rey. Savior-Rey saved it from Organic-Pile-Of-Waste, and is even allowing Unit; BB-8 to stay with her while it waits for Friend-Poe.
Friend-Poe told Unit; BB-8 he would come back for it. Friend-Poe has never lied to Unit; BB-8. Previously gathered data indicate that Friend-Poe will return. Unit; BB-8 will wait on Planet; Jakku until Friend-Poe does.
Unit; BB-8 has deleted the calculations concluding that Friend-Poe will not return.
Unit; BB-8 returns to contemplating Savior-Rey. Savior-Rey is a strange organic. Compared to available data on Species; Human, Savior-Rey shows a significant lack of both facial expressions and tonal variation.
Savior-Rey does not speak much, ignoring most of the queries posed by Unit; BB-8. Queries related to Starship; ID 492727ZED have the most chance of being answered by Savior-Rey, but even then, Savior-Rey only answers an average of one query every 2028 seconds.
Unit; BB-8 has set an internal timer. It will send out one query related to Starship; ID 492727ZED every 2028 seconds. The next query will be to inquire how Savior-Rey came to be in possession of Starship; ID 492727ZED. Unit; BB-8 is curious. Unit; BB-8 is also a little wary.
Starship; SERIES YT-1300 – CLASS Light Freighter – ID 492727ZED is the Original Designation of Starship; Millennium-Falcon. Starship; Millennium-Falcon is the starship stolen from The-General's-Husband.
Unit; BB-8 hopes that Savior-Rey did not steal Starship; Millennium-Falcon from The-General's-Husband. If Savior-Rey did steal it, Unit; BB-8 will have to steal it back. Unit; BB-8 does not wish to do that.
Unit; BB-8 likes Savior-Rey.
Seven Years Ago
That is the Millennium Falcon.
I stare some more. But no, the image doesn't change. That really is the Millennium Falcon. As in, the ship of Han Solo.
How the kriffing hell did Unkar Plutt manage to get his grubby hands on Han Solo's ship?
"Stop staring and get back to work."
I duck beneath the swipe on Force instinct, avoiding what would have been a brutal smack to the back of my head. The action pulls me out of my stupor.
Unkar Plutt is scowling down at me as always. The scowl is a little deeper than usual because I dodged his hit, but only a little. By now, he's gotten used to his inability to hit me, though he doesn't like it.
After years of him smacking me like a disobedient pet whenever he felt I was "being lazy", I take vicious satisfaction in dodging every single strike. Not a Jedi thing to do, but I don't care in the slightest. Small pettiness like this is what keeps me sane.
"Where did you get the ship?" I ask instead of doing as I'm told.
"Took it off the Irving Boys as payment for cheating me. Now get back to work," he repeats with an even deeper scowl.
"Does it need any repairs? I can do that."
Unkar Plutt squints down at me with suspicion. Understandable. While I enjoy tinkering with machines, I never offer to do any work on my own. The fat blob forces me to do more than enough already.
But this is the Millennium Falcon.
"...No, it doesn't. Probably going to scrap it for parts–"
"You can't do that!" The panicked yell escapes me without thought because he can't do that, he just can't!
This is the Millennium Falcon.
Unkar Plutt glares, his hands balling into fists in a way that means more attempted smacks are imminent. I lift my chin defiantly and glare right back. I won't allow him to scrap the Millennium Falcon.
"It's my ship. I'll do whatever I want with it."
"If you scrap it, I will sabotage every single piece of machinery you own."
"Why you little–"
I dodge his strike in a fluid movement that brings me behind his back. The desire to kick him is near irresistible, but I know that if I give in to the urge, Unkar Plutt will not only make my life an even greater living hell, he'll scrap the Millennium Falcon for sure. That has to be avoided at all costs.
The fat blob turns around with enraged glare.
"You won't scrap it," I command with the Force. I discovered long ago that mind tricks don't work on the Unkar Plutt, but using the Force still adds an intimidation factor I desperately need. The disadvantages of being a scrawny twelve year old.
"Girl, you are this close to being kicked out," he threatens like it's supposed to scare me.
"If you scrap it, I'll walk out on my own. Good luck finding another slave as skilled as me," I dare him.
The fat blob's many chins wobble with fury, the emotion so strong I can feel it even without reaching for his presence.
"You ungrateful brat. I feed you, clothe you, put a roof above your head, and this is how you repay me?"
I repay him by being worked to the bone. And my punishment for failing to work until I drop is a temporary loss of food, clothes, or the roof above my head. There's a reason I call myself a slave.
I bite back the desire to say just that. If I keep taunting him, it might provoke him into scrapping the Millennium Falcon this instant, or at least start to scrap it. That has to be avoided at all costs.
I give him my fiercest glare, wordlessly telling him I mean every single word I just said. Sure, walking out will mean a mad scramble for survival, but I can do it. In fact, the only reason I'm still working for the fat blob is because it's safer, relatively speaking, than waiting for a decent growth spurt out on my own. The moment I'm no longer the size of a Teedo, I'm gone.
Unkar Plutt lets out a sound of disgust.
"Fine, I won't scrap it. Now get back to work!"
I feel a huge smile grow. I did it! The Millennium Falcon is saved!
"Alright," I agree, before spinning around and running back to Niima Outpost. I've pushed the fat blob enough for one day.
I can't help but keep glancing back at the Millennium Falcon. I know it's not the real Millennium Falcon of course, it's just the same model of ship.
I don't care in the slightest. To me, this is the Millennium Falcon. And I'm going to steal it from Unkar Plutt.
My original plan was to wait until I'm no longer a midget before getting off this junkyard by paying passage on a ship with money stolen from Unkar Plutt. Now, my plan is to learn how to fly the Millennium Falcon, and then I'm going to fly away with it.
I'm going to explore the galaxy with the Millennium Falcon.
For the first time in years, I'm glad to have been reborn in the Star Wars universe.
