An alternate version of Chapter One taking The Last Jedi into Account.

Lucky is an alias Boba used briefly in the Clone Wars. It seemed appropriate he would fall back to using it.


As it turned out there was someone else on the planet aside from herself, Chewbacca, R2D2, and Luke Skywalker; the scarred old man stepped in front of her as she unfroze from the shock of Skywalker's casual dismissal.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his tone and dark eyes strangely friendly despite the blaster he was holding on her.

"I, I was sent by the Resistance, by General Leia Organa, to bring back Luke Skywalker," Rey sputtered, her eyes searching for where Skywalker had thrown the lightsaber, "I, what just happened?"

The man's eyes narrowed, then relaxed.

"Master Grumpy-Pants doesn't want to go back," he laughed, lowering his blaster. He offered her a wry smile, "are you hungry? I was coming to call Skywalker for lunch, but he's probably going to go find some other rocks to brood on now."

"Uh, sure, just, just a moment," she went over to retrieve the lightsaber being examined by small, feathered creatures. She was unnerved when she turned and he was right there, again.

"Anakin Skywalker's lightsaber," he took it from Rey's hands as she made small noise of protest, and tilted it this way and that, "I haven't seen this thing in years."

Then he ignited the blade, and actually twirled it expertly, before extinguishing it.

"Are you a Jedi?" Rey asked. At least she might be able bring someone back with her. Maybe not the legendary Skywalker, but she suspected any surviving Jedi might bring at least a little more hope to the Resistance.

The man laughed in her face, his scars twisting in unsettling ways.

"Me? A Jedi?" he handed her back the 'saber, and nodded his head to side as he moved off in that direction, "Come on, the food'll get cold."

"Okay," Rey followed him, hoping she could get more information out of him.

"He was more of a Jedi-killer, and stop encouraging her!" another voice sounded besides her, startling her once again. This time it was Skywalker, "What? I'm not going to miss lunch. What have you made this time, Lucky?" he called after the other man.

Rey hurried behind them.

"Fish and kelp soup, and before you turn your nose up, Skywalker," Lucky warned, "I did tell you we needed more tubers harvested, but someone kriffed off to sulk on the cliff again."

"I was not sulking," Luke muttered.


After following Luke Skywalker around for a day or two, Rey was discouraged. Skywalker was a disappointment, she was having unwanted contact with Kylo Ren, and she felt as though she was failing the Resistance, Leia and most importantly failing Finn somehow.

The only bright spot so far was being fussed over by Lucky. The old man had tutted over her clothes the first night and wrapped several woolen knitted garments around her. And, despite Skywalker's objection, kept feeding her.

His rationale was:

"I was here first, I'm the one cooking, the nuns like me, and I'll kick your ass out of our bed if you try to stop me."

That had been a bit of a surprise. Rey had heard somewhere that Jedi weren't supposed to be involved with people, not like that (to be truthful that worried her a little bit.) So she asked about it, but Lucky only smiled at her, and Skywalker shrugged and asked why he shouldn't? It hadn't helped any other Jedi not be to 'involved.'

Then Chewbacca had come to check on her and the poodoo had hit the fan.

"Put Him Down!" Skywalker thundered at the Wookie, as Lucky dangled a foot off the ground, looking, well, looking weirdly serene for someone who was struggling to stop the life from being strangled out of him. When Chewbacca didn't comply, Luke stretched out a hand and…

Sheets of lightning crashed down around them.

Chewbacca abruptly dropped Lucky.

Lucky sat on the ground, breathing hard.

Rey rushed to Chewbacca. The Wookie picked her up like a parent picks up small child after they both had had scare; perhaps it wasn't too far off.

And Luke looked horrified, and continued to look horrified as he turned around in a circle as if he was seeing Ahch-To for the first time.

Lucky managed to get to his feet, and limped over to Luke. He placed a hand on Luke's shoulder and shook him gently.

"Love? Love? Come on, Skywalker," he murmured, "You're scaring me."

That got through to him, and Luke pulled Lucky into an embrace. He wrapped himself around Lucky like he was trying protect him from everything, even himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Luke kept saying.

"I forgive you, but it's not me you should apologize to," Lucky said, muffled against Luke's shoulder, as he rubbed circles in Luke's back, "You've scared the mighty Chewbacca; if I remember correctly that's not an easy thing to do."

"No, no, you don't understand…"

Lucky pulled back as much as Skywalker would allow him.

"First in forever you connect with the Force, it's in anger and you call down lightning," Lucky cupped the side of his face, "you did it to save me, and you didn't hit anyone. You won't do it again, not by accident, not deliberately. I can't see how that's something to be sorry for. The only thing I can think of you being sorry for now is not teaching that young woman, so she doesn't do it either."

Luke gazed at Lucky's earnest face for a moment, then looked over at Chewbacca and Rey. He let out a sad tired laugh.

"When did you become an advocate for the Jedi, Lucky?"

Lucky leaned forward to touch their foreheads.

"When I found one that was worth the pain."