"That ship? Really?" I cried as I aimed myself back in the direction of Jakku and hit the hyperdrive.

Once auto pilot was engaged my hands flew up to my face as I groaned.

"Oh that's great, Hope," I scolded myself as I got up and began pacing. "All that planning and research on such a boring little hot rock planet and you just casually miss the Millennium freaking Falcon right under your nose! Good one!"

I flopped on a bench seat face first only to bolt upright quickly afterward as the scent of sweat and body odor hit me. I wiped sand off my face and glowered at the seat as if that Poe Dameron was still there. If only I hadn't had to waste my time relocating that idiot I could have kept this from happening.

"Maybe it won't matter," I tried to tell myself. "Maybe they won't find it. Really. What are the Odds of Han Solo finding the Millennium Falcon all the way out here? It's just a ship."

'Millennium freaking Falcon.' The stupid voice in the back of my mind repeated.

With another groan I flopped over, forgetting the sand and stink and immediately regretting it. With an exasperated cry I threw myself off the couch and stomped off to get my cleaning supplies. I wanted every trace of this pilot gone, he was just bad mojo.

After vacuuming up every particle of sand and practically shampooing the cushions I was almost satisfied. I was giving the cushion a cautious sniff test when I heard a specific alarm chime.

"Proximity alert?" I questioned as I abandoned my task to check on it.

It was a ship coming up near my path of trajectory. No- not a ship!

"Ha!" I cried triumphantly, throwing Lola out of hyperdrive just in time. "Millennium freaking Falcon."

This was thanks to getting rid of all traces of that Poe Dameron, I just knew it. I giddily steered myself just out of their radar and reached for my radio, ready to put out an anonymous tip that the Falcon was out here like a sitting porg.

Just as I got the communicator to my mouth, however, my smile faded. The Falcon was being sucked up in a tractor beam. I leaned forward to get a better look at the freighter that was ruining everything and took a scan of it. I sat quietly watching the inconvenience as the computer shuffled through information. The Falcon was fully out of sight by the time it spit out a result.

"Of course," I sighed as the name Han Solo blipped on my screen.

I rubbed my eyes hard.

"What are the odds?" I mocked myself.

"Stop asking what the odds are! It's like saying 'What could go wrong?' or 'it can't get any worse.'"

My attention was drawn to two more ships coming onto the scene, one of which was the Guavian Death Gang and the other Kanjiklub. My expression slowly increased dramatically.

"I wasn't actually saying any of those things!" I cried loudly. "Why is it getting worse?!"

I groaned and let my head thud onto the control panel. One hand reached up and turned on the radio, deftly switching between frequencies as I listened for something relevant, a dent forming on my forehead already. There was about 5 minutes of nothing before-

"I didn't even open my mouth or think it, and it got worse again," I shot up saying as the Guavian's screamed about Rathtar's being loose.

One of those rancid things could destroy the droid and thusly the map, and/or kill the girl. And there was nothing I could do about it from here, only hope that they manage to escape.

I sat there with a thoughtfully furrowed brow as I watched the freighter, so peaceful on the outside, as the screaming continued on the radio.

Think ahead of the problem.

"Ok," I said aloud to myself. "They could escape on the Falcon and leave the freighter behind. Oh, but how did Han and these others all find it at once?"

Finally I'd stumbled on a good question. From my controls I hacked into all three ships and confirmed that they were all tracking the Falcon's signature. That made the Falcon a very dangerous escape vehicle, but they probably had no other choice. I could also track its signature and set up a program to do just that, but I also needed a head start.

"Where would Han go from here?" I wondered. "Where is the least convenient, most irritating place they could end up?" I added more realistically.

That proved to be the right question because my face lit up with realization.

"Takodana," I murmured.

I punched in the coordinates to the little galactic melting pot planet and got ready for whatever happened next.

The freighter doors opened and the Falcon was visible again, a rathtar wildly trying to devour the cockpit. It was revving up for a jump and I got ready to punch it just as soon as they did.

Fairly confident about my destination I hit the hyperdrive and began working on my plan for when I got there.

I couldn't land in sight, obviously. Lola was a big pointy piece of chrome, easily spotted. I'd have to land her far away but I couldn't waste time getting where I needed to be after that. I leapt up and raced to the lower level where the crew quarters used to be. It was now stripped and used for storing important things. Like my mandalorian speeder bike.

I pulled the tarp off Max, his blue and white stripes gleaming still. I turned on the speeder to make sure it was still in working order since I hadn't used it in a while. I didn't need to get stranded halfway between my ship and Maz's, forced to walk the rest of the way before going all the way back to Lola. I was already getting used to things not going my way. I ran regular maintenance on Max the whole time it took to get to Takodana just to be safe, but also thought my plan through completely.

Han would need a ship that wasn't so obvious if they wanted to get BB-8 back to the resistance safely. Gah! Why did I keep calling him by his name instead of just "the droid". I wasn't supposed to get personal, not even with the machines. For that matter, no more "Poe Dameron" either, he's "the pilot".

I started over. If they want to get the droid back to the resistance safely, they need a different ship. Of course Han would go to Maz, she's the only one who would do him a favor. And if not Han, she'd do it for Chewie. I took a moment to wipe the sentimental smile off my face. Back to business. The 'secret light saber' was at Maz's place, I'd just have to introduce it to Rey- the girl! I'd just have to introduce it to the girl and she'd be well along her way. Obviously there would be someone with the resistance who'd send a message once they saw B- the droid, and someone else would inform the First Order. So that was two less things I had to do myself. Re- The Girl And B-

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes for a second, schlumping against the speeder. I needed to get my head on straight.

The girl would cross paths with Kylo Ren and finally things would be going my way.

I hoped.