Genre: Friendship
Rating: K plus
Summary: Chewbacca had been on the run, but everything changes when he meets a young hotshot who calls himself Solo.
BLAM! Blaster bolts flew through the air, several nearly grazing Chewbacca's fur. The Wookie huddled behind a crate, scared for his life, hoping against hope that someone would save him from the fate the slavers had in store for him. The blaster sounds intensified and dropped off suddenly, leaving the battlefield silent. A figure stepped in front of Chewie's hiding place. A slaver? No. The figure was too young.
"You okay, there?" Young indeed.
"Yes. Thank you," he said simply. The young man probably couldn't speak Wookie, so he should probably go soon -
"You're welcome. My name's Solo. Han Solo."
He could speak Wookie! "Chewbacca."
"Well, Chewbacca, you want to hang with me? I've got a ship and everything."
"Are you a criminal?"
"No. I'm getting into smuggling, though."
Chewie let out a laugh. "Why not. Technically, I do owe you my life. Might as well save yours."
The fifteen-year-old chuckled. "Yea. Come on, it's this way." Chewie walked out of the room with the young human.
It was the start of a new life.
