Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter! We get a little more revelation into Tobias's past here! I mean, you already know he's Kylo's brother, but this chapter kind of solidifies it. So please review! EDIT: There's a poll on my profile, please check it out!


"Hand me the bonding tape," calls Rey. "I'll drop all of you off, except Tobias, at Ponemah Terminal."

Finn looked up from the toolbox. "What about you and Tobias?"

"We'll have to go back to Jakku."

Finn had finally had it. "Wha...Jak...WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT TO GO BACK TO JAKKU?"

Rey eached over and swiped a roll of iridescent tape from beside him.

"Wait, Rey, I don't get it." Finn scratched his head. "You're a pilot, you can literally fly anywhere. Why stay on Jakku? Is Tobias guilting you or something?"

"It's none of your business!" Insisted Rey. The ships lights flickered and darkened. BB-8 beeped nervously.

"What's going on?" Called Tobias. There was the sound of fumbling, and a couple dark shapes stumbled in.

"There's no power," declared Rostek. There was the sound of someone frantically flipping a switch. "This can't be good."

"No, it can't be..." mused Rey, heading to the cockpit. She pushed buttons, pulled levers and did everything she knew of to get the ship moving again. Nothing. "Something's locked onto us and is overriding our controls."

Finn was staring out the window, mouth open. "Oh, no..."


A huge starfighter, the hangar hanging open like the maw of some huge beast, had locked onto the little group's ship with a tractor beam and was slowly but surely reeling them in. "It's the First Order," mumbled Finn, plopping into a seat.

Tobias's mouth was set in a grim line, and Rostek turned so pale that every line and freckle on his face popped out like a jack-in-the-box.

Rey took a deep breath and began running through solutions in her head. "I don't know...there must be something..."

"The gas!" Blurted Finn and Tobias at the same time.

"You said the ship could be flooded with poisonous gas, right?" Began Finn.

"Yes, but I fixed that-"

"Can you unfix it?" Asked Tobias.

Catching on, a thin smile spread across Rey's face.


"Here," said Tobias, tossing a gas mask to Rostek. "Put this on." He strapped on his own and watched as Finn and Rey climbed down into the grate. He helped them lift BB-8 down-you'd never expect such a little droid to weigh so much!

They heard the sound of a hatch opening. "Hurry!" Tobias hissed down.

"We're trying," came Rey's reply.

They heard footsteps. Tobias protectively pulled Rostek behind him. If only he'd brought a weapon...

He did have one.

No, he didn't. Anyways, he wouldn't use it.

"Well, well."

Rostek and Tobias whirled around to see a man pointing a blaster at them. Finn and Rey emerged from the grating, their hands up. The man let his gaze sweep over them as he questioned. "Who's the..." he stopped as he looked at Tobias. "Toby?"

It was him! How...why...

Tobias's lack of a response spurred the man to continue with his former line of questioning. The man gave him a we'll discuss this later look. "Who's the pilot?"

"I'm the pilot," replied Rey hesitantly.

"You?" Asked the man skeptically, taking a look around. The Wookie that had appeared a moment ago moaned something.

"No, we really are the only ones on board," insisted Rey.

"You can understand that thing?" Questioned Finn, incredulous.

"That thing can understand you, so watch it," warned the man. "Come on out of there," he directed Rey and Finn. They climbed out of the grate. "Where'd you get this?"

"Niima Outpost," answered Rey.

The man made a face. "That junk heap?"

"See?" Said Finn, turning to Rey and Tobias. "Junk heap!"

They ignored him. "Where'd you get it from? Ducain?" Asked the man.

"I stole it from Unkar Plutt, actually," replied Rey, as casually as if the two were comparing shoe sizes. "He stole it from the Irving Boys, who stole it from Ducain."

"Who stole it from me!" Finished the man triumphantly. "Well, you tell them Han Solo just stole his ship back! For good!"

Rey stared at him, amazed. "This is the Millenium Falcon? You're Han Solo?"

"He is," said Tobias quietly.

"Han Solo?" Asked Finn. "The Rebellion general?" By now, Han wasn't listening and had wandered into the cockpit.

Rostek wrinkled his nose at Finn. "No, the smuggler?"

Finn looked at Chewie, confused. "Wasn't he a war hero?"

Something clicked in Rey's mind. "This is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs!"

There was a sound from the cockpit. "Some moof-milker put a compressor on the ignition line!"

"Oh, yes, Unkar Plutt did that." Rey started to go on about putting too much stress on the line, but then she stopped and turned to Han. "We need your help."

"My help?"

Tobias spoke up. "This droid has to get back to the Resistance base as soon as possible." He paused. "It's carrying a map to...Luke Skywalker."

Han stopped and turned, looking intently into the boy's face. Finn spoke. "You're the Han Solo that fought in the Rebellion. You knew Luke Skywalker."

"Yeah," replied Han softly. "Yeah, I knew him."

Tobias stepped up, reaching out to put a hand on the man's shoulder. But at that moment, there was a loud banging from the hold of the starfighter. Han grunted. "Don't tell me a rathar got loose," he grumbled, jogging down the hall.

"A what? A RATHAR?" Demanded Finn. It seemed like the guy couldn't process anything that was going on. "You're not hauling rathars, are you?"

"I'm hauling rathars," replied Han calmly.

The little group arrived at a control panel. Finn spluttered as Han brought up a full view of the ship. A small frown crossed his face. "Great. The Guavian Death Gang. Musta tracked us from Nantoon…" he mused. He darted down another corridor.

"What's a rathar?" Called Rey.

"They're big, dangerous," replied Han as he speed-walked down the corridor, the rest of the group following.

"Ever hear of the Trillia massacre?" Asked Finn.

Rey wrinkled her nose, thinking. "No."

"Good," replied Finn and Tobias in chorus.

The band headed into the hold. A rathar smacked up against the thick window behind Finn, who jumped. "There's one," remarked Han casually. He looked around. "Looks like I'm gonna have to talk my way out of this, like usual." He turned to Tobias. "Hey, maybe you and I could talk later."

Tobias looked at the floor, then back at the man. Something flickered across his face. A smile? A smirk? A mere twitch of muscles? "Yeah. Sure, Dad."