In the midst of their travels, a trio of heroes from another side of the vast universe, Sora, Donald Duck and Goofy Goof, were flying through space in their Gummi Ship, looking for others who would be in need of any help. They had no idea that the Imperial Remnant's fleet was still in Jakku's orbit and were still scouring the grounds for the item that they had been seeking since the attack. The Gummi Ship, which had been approaching the other side of the planet, came towards it at a careful pace, in case Donald decided to land there. His chance came when Sora saw the rusty brown world and said.
"You think we should land there?"
"You're right," Donald said with wide eyes. "I think we do. We need gas."
He checked the gas meter. There was only about 64 liters left of it. Figuring that there had to be at least some form of life down there, they glided through the atmosphere, knifed through the clouds and from there, in the very center of nothing but sand for miles around it, looked like a flea market. It had many stalls covered by canvas fabric roofs and was populated by a variety of aliens. There were parts and droids to sell for money, or "portions" as it was known down there and a wide spaceport of a field for ships to come and go.
Donald set the Gummi Ship down on the field and was the first to leave the ship. He lead the way with Goofy and Sora following him before the human male asked.
"Are you certain that we'll find at least SOME form of fuel here? It's not like there is any oil underneath the ground."
"I am certain that there is a gas attendant we can ask," Donald looked behind his right shoulder to address him.
"And if there isn't?" asked Goofy.
"Goofy, you are clearly unaware of the currency," Donald said to him like a newbie. "We'll just buy another one. Maybe it'll be bigger!"
Sora could not believe his ears.
"You are willing to give up our old ship for something that is—bigger?"
He paused at the sight of a young woman with black hair and wearing what looked like a karate gi standing before a large, imposing figure with a matching voice.
"I'll pay for him," the figure mumbled.
The woman took the portions, stuffing them into her bag just as she replied.
"Actually, the droid is not for sale."
"Excuse me," came the voice of Sora before the woman or large man could take any action. "Do you know if there are any resources where we could get our ship refueled?"
The woman, being a rather helpful kind, approached Sora and said, without further adieu.
"I'll show you where."
They did not notice that the large man, known to the locals as Unkar Plutt, was speaking into a communicator.
"Follow the girl and the young man with her, and bring my money back!"
Sora and the woman joined Goofy and Donald, meeting up with them as a ball-like droid followed the woman's heels.
"Are you with him?" she asked.
"Yes," the duck and dog said together.
"In all my years on Jakku," the young woman spoke with an impeccable British accent. "I have never a species like yours before."
"Well, I'm Sora. The white one is Donald Duck and the guy with the floppy ears is Goofy."
The woman kept a straight face toward the path before when she gave her name.
"Rey."
"Is that your name?" Sora asked.
"Of course it is. In a world like this, you can never tell who you can run into next-"
Before she had even imagined it, Rey had bumped into a brown-skinned man with a cream-brown jacket and a black jumpsuit.
"Oh! I am so sorry!" the man apologized, before the ball-like droid began prodding at his feet. He was beeping in a very anathematized manner.
"What's his problem," the dark man addressed the droid.
"BB-8 here says you stole that jacket from his master," Rey replied with an unimpressed frown.
"Was his name Poe Dameron?"
BB-8 beeped a "yes".
"Well, I hate to break to you, but I think your master is dead."
But there would be very little time to mourn for the fallen hero of the Galactic Federation, when a trio of Stromtroopers spotted the droid. Grabbing Rey, the man fled to the landing field and the three foreigners followed behind them. An air strike team of two TIE defenders circled around the area, firing every five shots at the party of six.
"Well, since our ship's low on fuel," Sora shouted as they ran. "We'll just have to take another one!"
"Good!" Rey replied. "Then we can use that quad-jumper!"
"What about that one?" The dark man shouted to the one on his left.
"That one's garbage!"
KA-BOOM!
"The garbage will do."
And before they knew it, they were running up the ramp of a Corellian YT-1300 light freighter, which was partially tarped. Rey closed the door as soon as the party was on board and raced toward the cockpit.
"We could use a pilot," she told Sora.
Sora looked at the controls. They were just about as understandable as the Gummi Ship.
"Then you're in luck, miss."
Like a cocky smuggler of old, he aimed his right thumb at his crown pendant and sat down in the pilot's seat. Then he turned his head to Rey after a second of doubts.
"Do you think I can fly this thing?"
"It hasn't been flown in years."
"Then we'll just have to try it, won't we?"
After a plastic grin, Sora frantically switched a few buttons and dials when BB-8 rolled behind him and the engines roared to life.
The dark man, having nowhere else to go, buckled into the gunner's seat. Donald and Goofy were thrown to the wall as the ship took off into outer space, evading the strike team and left the planet of Jakku for good.
"You know," said Goofy when they came too. "We didn't quite catch your name."
"It's Finn," the young man addressed all of them.
Rey cleared her throat.
"BB-8 says that the Federation base is 'need-to-know', so Sora and I need to know where."
"Why don't you tell her?" Finn asked the droid.
BB-8 gave three beeps.
"The Ileenium system?"
"Then I guess we're going to Ileenium," Sora said, heading to the cockpit.
Donald sniggered to Goofy; Sora seemed to be a bit impatient to wait for the coodinates.
The Anakin Solo, or Black Annie as it was known to her crew, was an Imperial-II class star destroyer that served as a command ship for the Remnant's fleet. It was named after a young Jedi, whose life had been cut short by the intervention of Yuuzhan Vong and an army of voxyn. The vessel was also the personal flagship of Darth Caedus, whose mask, modeled after the Sith lord Darth Revan, remained low and uncovered from it's hood as Tahari watched him from behind in his chambers, speaking no one in particular…
"Forgive me, but…I feel the power of the light calling me again. Lord Krayt senses it. Take me back…grandfather…to the rightful place, where I can flow-walk again to the time where you became the Sith you were meant to be."
The both of them knew that they were speaking to the charred mask of Darth Vader, found by a young Kyp Durron during his struggle with the spirit of Exar Kun. Caedus sought Durron, now a member of the New Sith Order, into retrieving the helmet and used it as a shrine of sorts as any attempts at communicating the spirit of his grandfather were scarce (Caedus was embedded into the Dark Side, after all).
A knock on the door came and Caedus opened it to be met with the ship's commander and his chief aide, Kral Nevil, a Quarren who had transferred from the Galactic Federation's starfighting operations and into the naval fleet of the Remnant.
"Lord Caedus," he said before notifying Tahiri behind him. "My Lady…we are unable to acquire the droid on Jakku. It escaped capture aboard a stolen Corellian freighter."
Caedus took two slow steps toward the aquatic aide with a look of doubt under his mask.
"Are you really thinking that the droid was smart enough to steal a freighter?"
"Not exactly, sir. I had helped from a party of five beings. One of them was a girl."
Caedus was able to hold in his anger, but not Tahari, who raised her right hand and telepathically dragged Nevil's throat into her grip.
"What girl?" the assassin seethed under her teeth.
Nevil only wished he had the answer before Caedus urged his apprentice to let him go.