All was well in the fun and games of fixing the ship's motivator when it was caught in a tractor beam. Sora, Rey and the others saw them the mouth of a massive freighter, a hangar to be exact, swallowing them like what Monstro the whale did to Geppetto. They went to the open grating area and the door to the ship opened to the sound the blaster click and the activation of two lightsabers. As they approached the ship, Rey could see the colors of the lightsabers and their owners more carefully. One was bronze and held by a Wookiee with robes similar to her's and the other was purple, held by a young woman with black hair and a fair face. The two Jedi were guarding a white haired man with a blaster, who stood between the two and smiled.
"Jaina, Lowie…we're home."
The duo, named Lowie and Jaina, deactivated their lightsabers and took into their familiar surroundings. Rey seemed to recognize the man.
"You're Han Solo…! And this is the Millennium Falcon! The ship that made the Kessel run in twelve parsecs"
"That I am," said Solo. "And in case you haven't heard of these famous Jedi…"
He opened his arms out to his comrades.
"This is Lowbacca, my first mate's nephew. And this is my daughter Jaina."
"How do you do?" Jaina said as she and Rey shook hands.
A tickling sense of familiarity in the Force had the two women staring at each other, almost as though they were sisters. But after four seconds, Jaina moved to Sora, who introduced himself and his own companions.
"You know," said she. "You remind me of a composite of my brothers Anakin and Jacen."
Then Han noticed something else.
"Some moof-milker put a compressor on the ignition line."
"Unkar Plutt did that," Rey told him. "I thought it seemed like a mistake considering he put so much stress on the hyperdrive."
Han turned to face he and addressed his daughter and Wookiee.
"Lowie, Jaina, throw 'em in a pod and dump them off on the nearest inhabited planet."
"But I sense that they need our help," Jaina argued. "They have a droid that needs to be returned to the Galactic Federation as soon as possible!"
Finn spoke out.
"He's carrying a map to Luke Skywalker and his family."
Then, Han studied them very carefully.
"Yeah, I knew them. I knew Luke, Mara, Ben and everyone he trained. He even trained my daughter and Lowie."
A distant metallic "ka-chunk" filled the ambience of the ship. This seemed to worry Han.
"I hope one of the Rathtars haven't gotten loose."
He hurried out of the ship and the others followed after him.
"What's this about Rathtars?" asked Sora to Jaina.
"We're trying to stop an illegal shipment of them being sold to a death gang. As Jedi, we're protectors of the peace."
"You are a Jedi?" Rey replied.
"Yes, wasn't it obvious?"
"Forgive me, but I thought that Jedi were not the only people to carry lightsabers."
Han moved to a control panel and assumed the worst.
"Oh great. It's the Guavian Death Gang. They must have tracked us from Nantoon."
Sora popped up behind his right shoulder, asking.
"What is a Rathtar?"
"They're big and dangerous…caused the Trillia Massacre. I got three of them going to King Prana."
"And how did you get three of them on board?" asked Finn.
"My girl uses the Force to save me from hiring a bigger crew."
A hatch opened up in the floor of the hangar just as Han pushed the gang inside.
"Get below deck and stay there until I say so."
"What about BB-8?" Rey asked.
"He stays with me until I can get rid of the gang, then you can have him back and be on your way."
"What about the Rathtars?" Finn inquired. "Where are you keeping them?"
A grotesque tongue slammed into the cargo container window behind Finn, who nearly suffered a heart attack. Han pointed it out.
"There's one."
"How will you do it?" asked Goofy.
"Simple," Jaina replied, steadying her lightsaber. "We talk our way out of it like civilized beings."
The smuggler and the Jedi pair walked into a narrow corridor to see the Guavian Death Gang standing before them. A troupe of five security soldiers led by a man in a suit named Bala-Tik. The two parties were fourty feet away from each other.
"You are a dead man, Han Solo."
"Bala-Tik. What is the problem this time?"
"The problem is that we leaned you fifty thousand credits for this one job. And you also borrowed fifty thousand from Kanjiklub."
Below the floor grating, Sora, Rey, Finn, Goofy and Donald watched, not even daring to breathe.
"You know I can't trust them!"
"And neither can we," said Jaina stepping forward, ready to mind-trick the rogues. "You will take your leave and once and let us be in peace."
As Bala-Tik struggled in less-then-half-a-minute to have his mind occupied by the Force telling him what to do next, a man of brown skin and long black hair with a blaster came from another corridor, leading none other than the Kanjiklub mentioned earlier.
"Tasu Leech," Han greeted as his daughter and Lowbacca respectfully bowed. "Good to see you."
Tasu Leech, who felt that Basic seemed like a dying language, spoke to Solo in a foreign tongue.
"Wrong again, Solo. It is over for you and your children."
Tasu cocked his weapon out of bloodlust. BB-8, who was just about as nervous as the others, rolled back by an inch. Sora and the others, crawled back the other way to see them.
"Your game is old, Solo family," Bala-Tik spoke out, noticing BB-8. "There is no one in this galaxy left for you to swindle and nowhere left for you to hide, not even with the Federation. And…the Imperial Remnant is looking for a BB unit just like that one…along with five other fugitives."
BB-8 hid behind Han's leg as an epiphany came into Han's mind, Jaina and Lowbacca convincing him that they had a point. Tasu turned to another Kanjiklubber, Razoo Qin-Fee.
"Search the freighter," he ordered.
Sora and the others crawled in the opposite direction that they came, and before they even realized it, they had come to the controls.
"If we can close the blast doors in the corridor, we can trap both gangs!" exclaimed Rey.
Sora quickly went to work resetting the door fuses. But as he had crossed two wires, all the lights inside the cargo ship went out.
"Wrong fuses," Sora muttered to no one in particular.
But that was just the chance they needed, for Sora had opened the Rathtar's cages and the creatures were free to lash their tongues out at the gang members. Han, Jaina and Chewbacca took advantage of the confusion and used their lightsabers to block the deflecting shots from Kanjiklub's blasters.
"Cover me!" Han shouted to the kids. "I'll get to the Falcon!"
When Sora and the others tried to find their own way back to the Falcon, their weapons were brandished, making sure that none of them were crawling with the creatures. They had turned a corner close to the hangar and found themselves face to face with a big, red, jucy Rathtar with an appetite to bite.
Sora went first with his Keyblade and hacked off the tentacles that came at him. Donald tried to cast sleeping spells on the creature, but the Rathtar seemed to bright and early to get an eternal sleep. Then, Goofy leaped into the air and used his shield to deliver a very hard blow to the top of the Rathtar. As it fell unconscious from the hit, Han urged the foreigners into the Falcon.
"You were right about one thing, Dad," Jaina said as they took of into space away from the gang members. "The negotiations were short."
"I think you mean aggressive negotiations," Lowie growled in his native language.
The two Jedi laughed and so did Han. His children were just like their grandparents.
Too much like their grandparents, for at the Starkiller Base on the planet of Ilum, Darth Krayt, the Sith formerly known as A'Sharad Hett, was standing before Darth Caedus, Tahiri, the Remnant military leader Grand Admiral Thrawn III (a clone of the original who had died) and his assistant, Gilad "Gil" Pellaeon via hologram, which made him look like a god amongst mortal men.
"The droid will soon be in the hands of the Federation," Krayt soothed in a crony voice. "Leading them to the last known Jedi. If the Skywalkers return, he, his wife and his son will see to it that the new Jedi will rise."
"With all do respect, my lord," Pellaeon, whose voice of reason provided civil humanity for the Remnant. "Thrawn and I shall take full responsibility for th-"
"Never mind, you two! Our strategy must change."
"You mean the Sun Crusher?" asked Tahiri.
"I believe it is ready to be piloted," Thrawn assured her. "For the time has come to destroy the co-existing parts of our government that supports the Federation., the New Republic. Without their friends to protect them, the Federation will be vulnerable, and we will kill every last one of them before we reach the Skywalker family."
"Correct," Krayt smiled. "Now, go and oversee the preparations. I wish to speak with Lord Caedus and Master Veila alone."
As the two men left the black chamber, Krayt's voice began to echo.
"There has been an awakening. Can you feel it."
"I do," Caedus replied. "It has something do with the droid."
"Who has it?' Tahiri was impatient.
"The droid we seek is aboard the Millennium Falcon. In the hands of your father, Han Solo."
Darth Caedus' reaction was surprised, but subtle.