Here's a very fun, intense chapter! I'm pretty proud of it, and I really like how I wrote the characters. Also, I have a new idea for another OC, so they'll be appearing soon...hehehehehe. Enjoy, and please review!


"Get in, get in, get in," commanded Han, opening a grate in the floor in a corridor off the main hall and ushering the little group in. Rostek stood at the edge, looking into the small opening hesitantly. "Yeah, stay with us," said Han, taking the boy's arm and pulling him away from the small opening. He kicked the grate shut.


Just as the grating closed, a door behind Han opened suddenly, and Rostek jumped. A man with a gaunt face and a mop of black hair wearing a leather suit stepped in, followed by no less than five bodyguards dressed in high-impact black-and-red leather armor. Their helmets were vaguely bulb-shaped, with black circles in the center. "Han Solo," began the boss. He had a slight accent that was hard to place. "You are a dead man." He gestured to the Wookie with the percussive cannon he held. "And your walking carpet too." The Wookie roared, and the man took a nervous step back.

With a charming smile on his face, Han stepped forward. "Hey Bala-Tik, what's the matter?"

"You," snapped the man. "You borrowed 50,000 from us and we want it back. Now. Kanjiklub said you stole from them, too."

"You can't trust those guys!" Protested Han. "Besides, I didn't steal, I borrowed! And I don't have the money right now."

"Well, we want it now. So you can hand it over or...not." The man gestured suggestively with his weapon. Rostek thought he could see sweat beading on the back of Han's neck as the man swiped a hand over it.

"Hunting rathars ain't cheap, and I haven't had time to make good on my haul. You'll get the money as soon as-"

"Kanjiklub wants their money too," Bala-Tik informed him. "Or we'll take everything and everyone on board and split it."

"I never made a deal with Kanjiklub!" Insisted Han.

"Yeah?" A smile ghosted the man's lips. "Tell that to Tasu Leech." The portal opposite the Guavian Death Gang opened, and in sauntered several men wearing mismatched leather armor and carrying makeshift weaponry.

Han licked his lips. "Tasu. Fancy meeting you here."

The man spoke in a clipped alien language, but Rostek could gather the meaning: We want our money. He pulled out his gun and cocked it.

"Boys!" Han blurted. "You'll get my money, I promise! Have I ever stiffed you before?"

"Yeah," replied Bala-Tik, his face hardening. Tasu added something. Han wrinkled his nose.

"What was the second time?"

Exasperated, Bala-Tik stepped forward. "It's over, Solo. There's no one left to swindle, or anywhere to hide. Besides, the First Order is looking for a BB unit just like that one." He gestured to BB-8, who whirred softly. "And four fugitives."


From underneath the floor, Tobias paused stock-still at the sound of the gang leader's words. Rostek and BB-8 were up there. They wouldn't dare take them, would they? Not to mention his father and Chewie. He'd had too much loss in his life. Were all those above him about to disappear as well?

Rey reached back and placed a hand over his. But the momentary calm instantly dissipated as one of the Kanjis began to search the ship, sweeping over the floor with a high-powered flashlight. The group crawled quickly back in the opposite direction. They were about to pass a junction box when Rey stopped them. "Wait," she whispered, her voice faintly tinny in the metal tunnel. "I can close the blast doors and trap the gangs."

"From here?" Hissed Finn softly.

"I think resetting the fuses should do it," she replied quietly.

"Can you?" Asked Tobias in a raw whisper. Rey looked back, giving him a compassionate look and a smile. She reached over and worked her magic on the fuses, sparks flying. The group looked at each other, smiling hopefully. Instead of hearing the hiss of blast doors, however, lights started going off one by one, as if being shot out, even though there was no gunfire. A moment later, the lights blinked back on, even illuminating the tunnel. Rey examined her work carefully, then her eyes widened.

"Oh no."


"Kill them!" Yelled Bala-Tik. "Get the droid and the boy!" The Death Gang trained their weapons on the Wookie and were about to fire, when, with a loud screech, a rathar tumbled into place behind them and grabbed two members, pulling them towards it. Rostek shuddered and looked away as the other members of the Death Gang screamed and bolted. Another rathar appeared behind the Kanjiklub and roared deafeningly. The Kanjis turned, opening fire on the deadly beast.

"Come on!" Called Han, sprinting down a hall. The Wookie grabbed Rostek and threw him over his shoulder, burying Rostek's head in hair that smelled like ship grease, smoke, and dirt. He pulled his face out of the Wookie's mane, sputtering for clean air. He saw Han thrust one member of the Kanjiklub towards the rathar and keep running. After sprinting for several minutes, the little quartet arrived at a cargo hall. The Wookie dumped Rostek behind a crate, then knelt next to Han to exchange fire with several gang members. "Cover us, Chewie, I got the door!"

The Wookie - Chewie - moaned and began to fire more rapidly as Han and BB-8 darted across the hall. BB-8 blipped and bleeped while Han's fingers flew over the controls. The hatch opened, but one of the Kanjis's blaster bolts caught Chewie in the shoulder. The Wookie moaned and stumbled back.

"Chewie!" Han grabbed the Wookie's bowcaster and shot out the door controls. He gave the bowcaster an impressed glance before calling to Chewie and Rostek. "C'mon, c'mon!" Chewie sprinted out, followed by Rostek, who could barely hobble along. But he managed to make his way into the hangar, where Han helped him up the ramp of the Millennium Falcon, then reached for Chewie. The rest of the group reached the Falcon and sped up the ramp. Han began barking orders. "You," he said, gesturing to Rey, "close the door. You," pointing to Finn this time, "take care of Chewie and that boy. Tobias, I need you in the cockpit."


No sooner had the pair entered the cockpit then Rey followed them, moving past Tobias in the co-pilot seat to fiddle with something on the dashboard. "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?" Asked Han.

"Unkar Plutt installed a fuel pump. If we don't take care of that, then we're not going anywhere."

Tobias smiled at Rey, glad to know - and love - a girl like her. She looked at him and gave a small smile. After tapping out a few quick commands on the dash keyboard, she disappeared out the door. Han refocused on the task at hand: getting out of there. "Alright, son, watch the thrust, we're gonna jump to lightspeed."

"Inside a hangar? Dad, that's not possible!"

"It will be when we do it."

Their plans were quickly derailed when a particularly large rathar hurled itself at the glass window of the Falcon. Tobias shuddered to see the giant mouth working away at the glass. "Well, that's not what I thought was gonna happen," grumbled Han. "Angle those shields." He raised his voice. "Hang on back there!"

The only reply was a loud moan from Chewie. The ship rocked as gang members blasted it. Han cursed under his breath. "C'mon baby, work for me!" Han flipped a switch. Nothing. "Wha…?"

"Rey!" Called Tobias. "We need you up here!"

Rey sped back to the cockpit and quickly assessed the situation. She reached over and flipped another switch. "Compressor."

Han made a face, but fired up the engines. As they roared away, the rathar was torn off by the force of the sudden acceleration. The stars stretched back as the Falcon zoomed away.


Letting out a loud curse, Bala-Tik turned to one of his gang members. "Alert the First Order has the droid they're looking for, and it's onboard the Millennium Falcon."