A/N: Do you guys even remember me anymore? It's me, C.S! I've been away from this fic for so long but playing the Battlefront video games has made me go right back into the Star Wars franchise. Hopefully I can improve it with my new writing skills (since the last time I wrote this was about two years ago). Thank you all for sticking with it if you're old, and welcome if you're new! I have also changed the title to be a bit different than just the plain old The Force Awakens, and hopefully this is a nice change/foreshadowing of what's to come!
2
Fugitive Heroes
The Resistance pilot who had been captured by the First Order on Jakku blinked groggily at the masked menace in front of him, blood running down his face. He found himself lying on a cold, hard piece of metal, locked down with strong iron bands around his calves, and his arms. His last memory was of himself being pushed into the interrogation room, a raise of a fist, and then waking up sore as hell. He stared with mirth at the monster who kept him locked away.
"If only I could get out of these bonds." He would give that traitor Kylo Ren a taste of how Resistance fighters fought.
"I had no idea we had the best pilot in the Resistance on board," the deep mechanical voice said from the mask. Ren contemplated him almost curiously. "Comfortable?"
"Not really," Poe Dameron glared.
"I'm impressed," Kylo Ren stood. "No one has been able to get out of you what you did with the map."
"You might want to rethink your technique." Poe grimaced, and then spat blood onto the metal floor.
Kylo Ren said nothing, only reaching out his hand to him. At first, the pilot was confused -was this some kind of ploy at friendship? Then he felt it. The Resistance fighter flinched in the chair as the man reached for his face, barely touching him with the tip of his hand. From Ren's outstretched gloved hand, the pilot felt a power that he'd never felt before. It felt like as if there was a sharp stick probing his mind, pulling his head apart. He was in agony, sitting in horrible silence.
"Where is it?" Ren asked.
And then there was the pain. He felt the memory of himself giving the map to BB-8 surface and begin to slip away from him. His hand a phantom hand, he tried to reach out and keep the memory, the pain only becoming stronger. Beads of sweat began to appear on his upper lip and his hair dampened with perspiration. He wouldn't give this up to Ren. The survival of the Resistance relied on it, they relied on him.
"Where is it?" Kylo Ren demanded.
"The Resistance will not be intimidated by you," Poe hissed with gritted teeth and then slammed his head back, the pain becoming unbearable.
Poe began to scream; his mind being torn apart. To fall at the feet of Ren was unthinkable. He must persist, he had to -for Leia, for the Resistance-
The pilot's head fell forward as he slumped, unconscious. Kylo Ren lowered his hand and stalked out of the interrogation room, triumphant. The mere pilot was no match for the powers of the Force. The quick sliding of a door and he was in the control room. Ren entered, a fierce wave of aggression wafting off him, and confronted a much smaller man with slicked back ginger hair.
"It's in a droid," Kylo Ren began with no introduction and no greeting. "A BB unit."
"Well then," Hux turned with contempt, but underlying triumph. It irritated him slightly so that Ren refused to explain his purpose but Hux was clever enough to know that the man was speaking of the map. "If it's on Jakku, we'll soon have it."
"I leave that to you," Ren replied.
Three stories down from Hux and Ren, in the Star Destroyer's holding cell, a stormtrooper turned into the cell where the Resistance pilot was held.
"Ren wants the prisoner," he said, speaking to the guard.
The white soldiers unshackled the cuffs holding the man to the chair and handed the prisoner over. Poe was roughly handled by the trooper, who cuffed him once again, and walked the exhausted pilot down the corridor, a blaster digging into his back.
"Turn here," the trooper spoke, and lead Poe into a narrow passageway.
They walked down a few paces before the stormtrooper stopped Poe and turned to him quickly.
"Listen carefully," he spoke fast. "You do exactly as I say, I can get you out of here.
Poe was bewildered and still a bit groggy from his interrogation. "If -what?"
The trooper pulled off his helmet quickly. It was FN-2187, the trooper from the attack on the Jakku village. "This is a rescue. I'm helping you escape. Can you fly a TIE fighter?"
"You with the Resistance?" Poe was still coming to, his brain not keeping up with the speed of the conversation.
"What? That's crazy," FN-2187 muttered. "No, no, no! I'm breaking you out. Can you fly a TIE fighter?"
"I can fly anything," Poe replied haughtily. "Why, why are you helping me?"
"Because it's the right thing to do," the Stormtrooper replied with conviction
"You need a pilot," Poe said.
"I need a pilot," FN-2187 smiled. The guy was finally catching on.
"We're gonna do this," Poe smiled back, getting the confirmation he needed to know that this rescue operation was real.
"Yeah?" the stormtrooper replied, nervous and unsure. He slipped his helmet back on and led him out of the room at gunpoint. The pilot was impressed. A trooper with this much nerve -he needed to introduce him to General Organa.
"Okay, stay calm, stay calm."
The Resistance pilot blinked. The trooper was muttering calming words and phrases as they walked onto the docking bay and it was quite frankly annoying him.
"I am calm," the pilot hissed.
"I know," the other man replied. "I'm talking to myself."
This might've not been such a great decision. The trooper seemed very inexperienced. It was the man's first escape attempt as well, but he was afraid that this stormtrooper was going to mess everything up.
"Not yet," the stormtrooper pulled back on Poe's arm and then pushed forward. "Okay, go. This way."
He walked quickly toward the far wall and up the stairs towards a two-man special forces TIE-Fighter. The pilot grinned. He had always wanted to get his hands on one of those TIE-Fighters, it was one of his dreams as a pilot to fly those things. The way they were shaped, so small and lithe, it had to be exciting to fly one.
The two ducked behind cover, making sure that no one was around, and then climbed up the railing clumsily. The pilot's footing was rather weak from his previous encounter with Kylo Ren and his beating beforehand, and the stormtrooper was shaking from fear and adrenalin. Once both men arrived at the mouth of the Fighter, the pilot yanked the hatch open and the Trooper slid in, followed by the pilot. The pilot's face lit up like a child on Christmas as he scanned the controls. The stormtrooper on the other hand looked terrified as could be.
"I always wanted to fly one of these things," Poe muttered under his breath, smiling, and then turned to his rescuer. "Can you shoot?"
"Blasters I can," the stormtrooper replied.
"Alright same principle," the pilot nodded. "Use the toggle on the left to switch between missiles, cannons, and mag pulse. Use the site on the right to aim, triggers to fire!"
"This is very complicated," the trooper said with a stricken look.
The TIE-Fighter began to lurch forward and zoom ahead until it kicked back, and the pilot realized it hadn't been unclipped from its station yet. Stormtroopers on the floor had begun to realize what was happening and blaster fire bounced off the rouge TIE-Fighter.
"I can fix this," he called back to the stormtrooper as he raised the shields. "Just take care of those guys on the floor."
The other man nodded and flicked the safety off of the guns and began to shoot.
Meanwhile, in the control room, there was a flurry of activity. Dozens of First Order soldiers were at the controls, trying to figure out who was flying that ship. A technician gazed confusedly at the sight around him.
"We have an unsanctioned departure from bay two," he said into his commlink.
"Alert General Hux and stop that fighter!" a colonel howled.
The Resistance pilot cranked the controls to the left in an attempt to unhook the Fighter from its rope, while the stormtrooper was busy blowing his former comrades to smithereens. Poe felt the restraining cables getting looser and looser and looser and pushed the controls to the right. Blaster shots from the stormtroopers below were beginning to wear at the rope. There was a slight hitch, a counter-reaction from the snapping of the cord, and they were free.
"I got it!" Poe shouted.
"Whoo!" The stormtrooper whooped while the pilot just chuckled and then had to quickly shift gears.
"Whoa, this thing really moves!" Poe yelped, as the TIE-Fighter hurtled itself out in space. He settled in his seat and flicked a few switches, all business now. "All right, we gotta take out as many cannons as we can or we're not gonna get very far!"
"All right!" the trooper shouted.
"I'm gonna get us in position, just stay sharp!"
The TIE-Fighter arced back and dived through the opening between the levels of the massive Star Destroyer, flying down and back along the ship's belly. Poe was driving them straight towards the cannons.
"Up ahead, you see it?" Poe called back. "I've got us dead centered. It's a clean shot."
"Okay, got it!" The beeping from the gun's monitors signaled that the guns on the ship were ready to fire. All they needed was a stab from the trooper's finger and the cannons were finished.
BLAM BLAM! Lasers blasted out from the TIE-Fighter as a series of cannons exploded in its wake. Poe deftly sliced through the debris of the weaponry as the trooper yelled in celebration.
"Yes! You see that?!" he yelled in glee. "Did you see that?"
"I saw it!" Poe smiled and had a sudden thought. "Hey, what's your name?"
"FN-2187!" the trooper replied almost mechanically.
"FN...what?"
The trooper shrugged. "It's the only name they gave me, that's all I know."
Poe sat for a moment thinking. "Well I ain't using it. FN, huh?" He paused again. "Finn. I'm gonna call you Finn! That all right?"
"Finn." FN-2187 blinked and smiled for the second time that day. "Yeah, Finn. I like that! I like that!"
"I'm Poe. Poe Dameron," Poe said.
"Good to meet you, Poe!" Finn said.
"Good to meet you too, Finn!"
Poe steered the TIE-Fighter clear of the other shots of the cannons and began to drive back on course. Little did both know that the First Order were charging missiles in order to destroy the small aircraft that Finn and Poe were currently flying in. Poe gritted his teeth and pulled a large turn, back toward the sandy planet where Poe left BB-8.
"One's coming towards you," the pilot warned Finn. "My right, your left. Do you see it?"
"Hold on," Finn squinted and moved his joysticks. "I see it!"
He tightened his grip on the trigger and blasted the missiles into oblivion. Poe looked in his rearview and grinned at the handiwork his rescuer had created. The kid was learning fast.
"Wait," Finn looked up suddenly in alarm. "Where're you going?"
"We're going back to Jakku. That's where-"
"No, no, no!" Finn exclaimed. "We can't go back to Jakku! We need to get outta this system!"
"I got to get to my droid before the First Order does," Poe said.
"What-!" Finn exclaimed. "A droid!?"
"That's right," Poe replied, keeping his eyes out the window. "He's a Bee Bee unit! Orange and white; one of a kind."
"I don't care what color he is! No droid can be that important!"
"This one is, pal."
"We need to get as far away from the First Order as we can! We go back to Jakku, we die! "Finn fought back.
"That droid's got a map that leads straight to Luke Skywalker!" Poe said insistently.
Finn raised his hands in exclamation. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me! I-!"
In the midst of their argument, neither realized the small beeping alert that the TIE-Fighter was giving them, the alert of an oncoming missile.
Finn's sentence was cut off by a missile hurtling into the side of the Fighter, there was light, and then Finn felt nothing as the wings collapsed and the TIE-Fighter ripped apart, and the two separated pieces rushed headlong into the atmosphere of Jakku.
XXX
"The prisoner has escaped," a fearful Lieutenant of the First Order told General Hux. "And he had help from one of our own."
Kylo Ren turned, overhearing their conversation. "FN...2187. The one from the village."
Hux was unnerved but chalked it to Ren's force ability that he knew of the information that Hux had yet to reveal. The general turned to the metallic captain called Phasma as he stood by a computer running through the faces of small children, all of whom were Stormtroopers. The computer rested on a child with round wide eyes and dark skin, FN-2187. "I thought he reported to your division."
"FN-2187 reported to my division, was evaluated and sent to Reconditioning," the female captain replied.
"No prior signs of non-conformity?" Hux asked.
"This was his first offense."
"General," a technician looked up from her screen. "They've been hit."
"Destroyed?" the general asked.
"Disabled," she said. "They were headed back to Jakku. The fighter's projected to crash in the Goazon badlands."
"They were going back for the droid," Hux spat. "Send a squad to the wreckage."
Kylo Ren joined the general as they both walked the length of the bridge separating the control room.
"Supreme Leader Snoke was explicit. Capture the droid if we can, but destroy it if we must," the general said.
"How capable are your soldiers, General?" The question from Ren burned.
"I won't have you question my methods," Hux replied with vitriol.
"They're obviously skilled at committing high treason," Ren said. "Perhaps leader Snoke should consider using a clone army."
Hux stammered with anger. "My men are exceptionally trained, programmed from birth-"
"Then they should have no problem retrieving the droid," Ren drew close to General. "Unharmed."
"Careful, Ren," Hux blinked, and eyed him in a calculating manner. "That your 'personal interests' not interfere with orders from Leader Snoke."
"I want that map," Ren repeated. "For your sake, I suggest you get it."
XXX
Jastor Namore watched as Rey received only one-half portion today. He shook his head. It was his fault, for threatening Unkar yesterday, he only made Unkar take out his wrath onto the girl herself. He blinked. Unkar was bringing out a ton more portions. Why though? It wasn't like she had any more parts to give.
Then he realized it. Unkar wanted the BB unit for his parts. He watched as Rey leapt to the platform and marvel at the amount of food that was there. He saw her look at the BB unit. She was considering it.
"Don't do it," he muttered. "It's not like you."
Rey blinked and stared at the white and orange droid. She turned back and said something to Unkar and took only the one-half portion. Jastor leaned back on his feet and sighed, somewhat relived. He hadn't realized he had been leaning forward until the encounter with Unkar had ended.
If Rey had sold the BB unit, he would've had to have interfered. That BB unit was Resistance material, it was carrying valuable information. He felt it -there were no such things as coincidences.
As she walked away from the stand he smiled. The droid was rather cute, the bumpy way it rolled in the sand and his antenna flipping to and fro. He had taken to Rey quite quickly. Jastor would have to beg to differ. Rey and he had had a long history together, but not all of it was good. He hated her in the beginning. But that had changed.
An angry beep brought Jastor out of his thoughts again. "Arnine, what do you want?"
Another agitated beep.
Jastor looked up suddenly. He had made the mistake of losing site of her. Again. Whenever he watched Rey he was reminded of the past and forgot his goal of watching over her. R9 squealed impatiently. Jastor ignored him as his eyes raked the village. Where had she gone?
"Oof!" He was stabbed in the back by a hard stick and started to feel himself falling. There was a hard jab on his left and he flipped to the ground on his back. Who-?
His eyes still closed and full of sand, he felt hard metal under his chin, his head getting pushed up. The hood and the cloth over his nose had both slipped off and he felt the weight of someone sitting with their knees on his hands on his body. A woman?
"This droid here, Bee Bee Ate, says you've been following me this entire time."
Jastor stiffened, and then relaxed. "I can't see because of this godforsaken sand in my eyes, get off my arms."
"I don't trust you," came a stiff reply. "Where's the sand?"
"Around my eyes, princess, can't you see it?" Jastor replied, a bit irritably.
He felt small, worn, but soft fingers begin to rub at the area around his eyes, not caring if a stray finger poked him in the eye once or twice.
"There," the woman muttered.
Eyes burning and watering, Jastor finally opened his eyes to see Rey and the BB unit in his face. He looked anxiously for R9, and was relieved to see he was still there, hiding behind a pole that failed to cover his wide berth.
He heard a sharp intake of breath. Rey had lowered her staff and was staring at him with a rather curious look. He stiffened again and began to pray. All would go to ruin if she found out who he was.
What was going through Rey's head were quite different thoughts. The man she was sitting on top of was much younger than she had expected. He was older than her, give or take a few years, with wavy, unkept dark blonde hair. His jaw was quite strong, with a layer of dark stubble going along down towards his neck. He had a rough face and deep tanned skin, most likely the years of being on Jakku, yet he was quite handsome.
Yet his eyes. Rey felt a familiar feeling as she stared into them, and it made her feel uneasy. He looked to be no older than twenty-five, or twenty-six, yet he had the eyes of an old man, world weary and careworn.
"What?" the man under her asked, almost hesitantly.
"N-nothing," she tried to say, but suddenly three men in dark cloaks approached the two of them.
Talking in a language neither of them could understand, they approached Rey and began talking to her. She was courteous at first, but then out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the men cover BB-8 with netting.
"Hey, what're you doing!" she exclaimed.
One of them grabbed her arms from behind and the other grabbed her staff she was trying to free. Taking one end of the staff, he hit her in the face and she stumbled away. Jastor, standing by his R9 unit reached out as if to help her, but then held back and checked on the droid.
Recovering from her stumble, Rey flung with a fury at the men, stabbing one to the ground and spun her staff in the face of another. The last grabbed her from behind again, but she stomped on his feet and jabbed at him with her staff, hitting him in the face again for good measure once he released her.
Crawling over to BB-8, she slipped off the net that was placed over him. "Are you alright?"
He beeped in conformation.
A hard glare in Jastor's direction, and then, "Why didn't you help me?"
Jastor blinked. "I-I thought you could help yourself, I didn't want to interfere and risk you getting angry at me."
Rey rolled her eyes at him and opened her mouth to say something else, when BB-8's beeping disrupted her.
"What's that?" she asked. He beeped again, and she turned and looked in the direction of a dark-skinned man wearing black clothing and a leather pilot's jacket. Jastor blinked. That jacket looked familiar.
Rey raced off in his direction, leaving Jastor, BB-8 and R9 behind in her wake.
"Hey, hey, wait!" Jastor called. "Come on, Arnine, Bee Bee Ate."
The other man began to run away from Rey, Jastor silently agreed with his choice. He would run too if he saw a girl like Rey chasing after him with that look on her face. Rey suddenly stopped running after him and started to run a different route, tearing through merchant's stands like no one's business. Realizing she was taking a shortcut, Jastor ran faster; he didn't know the marketplace of Jakku like she did.
Jumping over a pair of boxes, Jastor lost sight of Rey, but at the beep of R9, he caught sight of her again, pointing her staff at the poor man.
"That looks familiar," Jastor muttered as he jogged over to where she was, the droid called BB-8 rolling on his heels.
"The jacket! This droid says you stole it!" Rey accused.
"I've had a pretty messed up day, alright?!" the man shouted. "So I'd appreciate if you'd stop accusing me - OW!" BB-8 extended a metal appendage and shocked the man with it. "STOP IT!"
Jastor chuckled. "Sounds like your droid here likes you a lot, he always accuses men of doing something."
BB-8 turned and stared at Jastor for a few seconds, and then extended the arm that he used to shock the previous man and did the same to Jastor.
"Ow!" He yelped. "Was that necessary?"
BB-8 turned and shocked the other man again.
"Ow!" he roared and looked at Jastor. "You really aren't helping at all!"
"Where'd you get it?" Rey asked. "It belongs to his master."
"It belongs to Poe, Poe Dameron," the man sighed. "That was his name, right?"
BB-8 said nothing, only stared back at the man. Using this as a signal that it was alright to carry on, the man continued.
He was captured by the First Order. I helped him escape but our ship crashed," he looked hesitantly at the droid. "Poe didn't make it."
BB-8 looked at him for a few seconds, inserted his arm back in, and his head dropped. Rolling away, R9 followed the saddened droid, whirring comfortingly.
"Look I tried to help him," the man said. "I'm sorry..."
Rey withdrew and looked at the man with new eyes. "So you're with the Resistance?"
The man stood up suddenly and straightened his jacket. "Obviously. Yes. I am. I'm with the Resistance, yeah." He drew closer to Rey and whispered. "I am with the Resistance."
"I've never met a Resistance Fighter before," Rey said, with a smile on her face.
"Well this is what we look like," the man cleared his throat. "Some of us. Others look different."
"What's your name?" Rey asked.
The man paused. "I'm Finn. What's yours?"
"I'm Rey," she replied.
"And that," she said, pointing behind Finn at Jastor, who was leaning against a pole with folded arms. "Is Jastor Namore."
Jastor nodded at this newcomer, Finn. The latter did the same. He would be polite, but he didn't trust Finn. He knew what Resistance fighters were like. This man had the awkwardness of a Bantha and the humor of a stormtrooper. He was no Resistance fighter.
"BB-8 says he's on a secret mission," Rey said excitedly. "He has to get back to your base."
"Apparently he's carrying a map that leads to Luke Skywalker," Finn said, running a hand through his hair. "Everyone's after it."
Jastor's heart leapt in his throat when he heard the name Skywalker and looked at Rey anxiously. She was watching the newcomer with concern, but a twinge of excitement. "Luke Skywalker? I thought he was a myth."
White movement caught the edge of Jastor's eye and he shifted his position nervously. "Hey Finn, are those your friends?"
Finn looked to where Jastor was looking and stiffened. Jastor had spotted two white Stormtroopers asking the men that attacked Rey about something, most likely about BB-8.
"We have to go," Finn said suddenly and grabbed Rey's hand.
"What are you doing?" She exclaimed, trying to peel his hand off. The troopers caught sight of them and pointed, following them. Jastor shook his head and ran after them, BB-8 and R9 following in hot pursuit. Running like this would alert the stormtroopers, this was not how he would've taken the situation.
Rey was frustrated with Finn. She knew how to run on her own, she wasn't some insufficient princess like Jastor thought. All these men she was surrounded by, she wasn't a delicate girl.
"Let go of me!" she yelled and ripped her arm away. Finn looked at her, confused. He just wanted to protect her. "I know how to run without you holding my hand!"
The trio and the droids ran into a covered area. Finn breathing hard, and Rey with a mixture of scared and confused expressions on her face.
"They're shooting at both of us!" Rey exclaimed, catching her breath.
"Yeah, they saw you with me! You're marked!" Finn said, diving into a crate of things.
"Well, thanks for that!"
Getting slightly irritated by the amount of noise Finn was making, Jastor glanced over and said, "Kid, what are you looking for?"
"Doesn't anyone have any-" Finn began to say but was cut off by a distinct screeching noise.
"TIE-Fighters," Jastor muttered.
Finn grabbed Rey's hand again and began to run.
"Stop taking my hand!" she shouted.
R9 beeped worriedly. He couldn't keep up with the rest and was beginning to lag behind.
"Arnine!" Jastor called. He ran back and knelt in front of his droid. "Arnine, are you okay?"
The droid shook his head slowly. Jastor felt cold metal on his back and realized BB-8 had come back to help R9.
R9 whirred something quietly and Jastor shook his head emphatically. "No Arnine, I'm not leaving you behind."
"Jastor!" Rey looked behind after she realized BB-8 wasn't following. "What are you doing?"
Jastor got up, picked R9 up from the sand and cradled the droid on his right side. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Watch out!" Finn yelled.
A TIE-Fighter screamed into view diving low as a second followed closely behind. A massive green blast shook the ground. A huge explosion of sand and dust, and the group of droids and humans flew into the air.
Rey and BB-8 were the first to recover from the explosion. She crawled over to a semi-shocked Finn who had his eyes closed.
Pounding on his chest, she called out his name. "Finn, Finn!"
The man slowly blinked his eyes open and sat up quickly. "Rey! Are you alright?"
Rey stared at him with a half confused look on her face. He had asked immediately about her safety before anything else. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
His eyes darted over to a tall man moaning on the ground. "What about Jastor?"
Rey got up and crouched, walking as low as she possibly could towards Jastor. He had landed on his back, protecting his droid. R9 wasn't damaged at all, but strangely Rey felt a strong rush of worry for a man she hardly knew as she rolled R9 off of him. Granted they had lived on Jakku together for quite a while, but she despised him. What was this feeling?
"Jastor," Rey shook his shoulders. "Jastor, wake up, we have to go now."
Jastor blinked his eyes open, the blue a stark contrast from the bland sand. "Sorry, sorry, I just got a little shocked from the explosion." He stood on his feet gingerly and picked the droid back up.
"It's alright, we all did," Rey replied.
Jastor gave her a strange look. She was excusing him for his faults -something only friends did.
"Hey, you two let's go, the TIE-Fighters are making another round!" Finn yelled.
Jastor and Rey looked towards the skies as the screeching noise happened again, and, true to what Finn said, the Fighters were looping back around. They both began running towards Finn, Rey taking the lead, Finn behind her, BB-8 rolling as fast as he could behind him, and Jastor taking the rear with a bleeping R9.
"We can't outrun them!" Finn cried
They ran out into a spaceport, where there were two ships lined out together, both with an open hatch.
"We might in that quad-jumper!" Rey called back behind her.
"We need a pilot!" Finn said.
"We've got one!"
"You?!" Finn exclaimed in disbelief and then pointed to the ship closer towards them. "What about that ship?"
"What about that ship?"
"That one's garbage!" Rey exclaimed, disgusted after she took a quick look at the ship.
Jastor gave it a look at well. He snorted. That ship wasn't garbage, if she knew what she was called.
As they ran towards the ship Rey deemed not to be garbage, Finn heard a TIE-Fighter coming in low and he ducked his head. The Fighter was indeed coming in low, but it wasn't coming for them. It instead shot at the ship that Rey was trying to commandeer.
Sliding in their tracks, the trio stopped suddenly. Rey blinked.
"The garbage will do!" she cried, and the two men followed her lead onto the garbage ship, or what Jastor knew her to be called, the Millennium Falcon.
They slid on, closing the hatch before gunfire from another TIE-Fighter barely missed them.
"Man the guns!" she called to Finn and Jastor as she ran towards the cockpit.
Jastor set R9 down besides BB-8 and jogged past Finn, who was lowering himself into the gunning station.
Finn sat down into the dusty seat and flicked the guns on, testing them out.
"Whoa," he said as the gun flew back and forth when he aimed. "I'm going to have to get used to this."
Jastor slid in the seat beside her.
"What're you doing?" She asked sharply.
"You need a co-pilot," he replied simply.
"I don't need a co-pilot, I told you to man one of the guns," she snarled back, but then paused. "You're bleeding."
Jastor's bare arm had a large cut going down from his shoulder to his bicep. "I'll be fine. I can't shoot anything like this anyway."
Rey reluctantly allowed him to sit by her, flicking the switches on, muttering, "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this."
"Are you sure you can fly this thing?" Finn voice crackled on the intercom.
"I'm not sure," Rey said. "Brace yourselves!"
The ship lurched forward, and Rey was not used to the hard joysticks. She scraped the ground for a few feet, and then wobbling, flew forward into the air, three TIE-Fighters in hot pursuit.
Reaching over Jastor, Rey could barely flick the blue switch that turned on the shields.
"Rey," Jastor said.
With no reply, Rey still tried to get the shield switch on herself to no avail.
"Rey, I can turn it on you know." He reached up and flicked the switch on. "Shields up."
Rey gave him a hard look and turned back to the controls. Jastor snorted.
"You know," he began. "You shouldn't be so hard on me, I know some stuff too."
Busying himself with his side of the controls, Jastor missed the slight smile he was rewarded with from Rey.
Back down on the ground, Unkar Platt rushed out of his junk yard, chasing after the rouge ship Rey, Finn and Jastor had stolen with a shaking fist. "That's mine!"