Some Part of Space

"Hello, hello?" Lyra said into a communicator. "Can anyone hear me? Anyone?" Lyra's voice was quiet and small. Her stomach rumbled as she held it. She's been stuck in this ship for the past 16 hours, and she had absolutely no idea where in the world she was.

She seriously needed to work on her direction skills.

The Imperial Ship was almost out of fuel, and Lyra desperately needed to recharge it. She pressed the button again, but static only appeared. Lyra was quite certain that she twisted the wires well enough, that she should've been able to connect to the Rebellion frequency. Or maybe she needed to connect the red to the green... Lyra didn't exactly know, programming wires wasn't really her thing.

She checked her GPS for any near by planets and finally found one.

Tatooine.

Was it really just 3 years and a month ago when she and Caroline landed on that dust bomb? It seemed like centuries ago and just yesterday at the same time.

She flew towards the planet and made a smooth landing, parking next to Jabba The Hut's place. Perhaps some Rebels could be there and give her a lift to their place. After all, she did meet a Jedi Master at some bar, obviously some rebels must be at Jabba The Hut's place. Like, duh.

She walked on in, her lightsaber not hanging down her side. She missed the weight of it and the rough edges. Okay, not the rough edges, but you know what I'm trying to say. Instead, she had some blaster that belonged to some Stormtrooper.

When she reached the main room, it was full of stuff and people that probably made Parents cover thier childern's eyes at the scene. She walked around and plopped herself down at a seat. She didn't have any credits, the ship only came with a few food rations, so she couldn't get a drink or something. It was then, when a man sat next to her. He wasn't human, and he looked her up and down. Lyra rasied an eyebrow and swiped some dark brown curls behind her ear.

"You're pretty." The Alien said as Lyra raised an eyebrow.

"Are you hitting on me?" She asked as the Alien smiled.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked as Lyra figured she could use this to her advantage. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to be romantic. At all.

"So... Why are you here?" She asked as the man shrugged.

"I always come here. What's a fine girl like you doing here?" He asked as Lyra shrugged.

"I was wondering..." She paused, stopping herself when she saw a sort of metal against the wall. It looked like a very, very frightening sculpture. That, or it was Hans Solo trapped in Carbonite. But, you know, Lyra didn't know that.

"What is that?" She asked. She did except to see some weird things here, but this was beyond weird. This was terrifying.

"Just some poor old guy who forgot to pay Jabba da cash." He replied as Lyra quirked her head.

"Who was he?" She asked as the man shrugged.

"I think his name was Han or something." Lyra jolted up at the name and turned to him.

"Han Solo?" She asked as he nodded.

"Yeah, you know him?" He asked as Lyra stared at him before getting up and walking away.

*BACK TO LUKE*

"Well, now what?" Luke asked Leia. Leia only shrugged.

"No idea. What do make-believe characters do in-between movies?"

"I guess I could train... But you know, there's only so many times that you can deflect a laser with a lightsaber." Luke admitted as Leia sighed.

"How come we can''t recuse Hans anyways?" She asked. "Like, why do we have to wait a whole year? I mean, shouldn't we already know what's about to happen? Why don't we do something productive with our lives?"

The twins stayed silent for a few minutes, before Luke spoke up.

"You wanna binge watch Netflix?" Leia smiled.

"Thought you would never ask."

*BACK TO LYRA*

Lyra slept at Jabba's castle/home. Nobody really cared, everyone slept there. It was a bar after all. Plus, it was much too hot outside for anyone to even think about going out. How Luke lived on this trashy planet, Lyra didn't know.

She woke up at the brink of midnight. Her eyelids fluttering open as she scooped around the castle. Nobody seemed to be awake, except the occasional drone or guard. Lyra only had her blaster, no lightsaber. It felt weird walking around without the lightsaber hanging down her belt.

With soft, silent footsteps, Lyra creeped up to Hans Solo's statue. She first inspected him for a few minutes, and sure enough, that was him. She remembered his distinct features.

Then, she checked out the keypad that was sitting at the side, when she realized that she didn't have Google Translate for this.

"Ah, shoot." Lyra mumbled under her breath and pressed a few buttons, which did utterly nothing. She bit her bottom lip and brought her blaster to the keypad, about to shoot it. But she stopped, in case the blaster hit Hans too. Plus, she didn't want to wake everyone up.

So, instead, she slammed the butt of her blaster into the keypad, jamming it in. She flinched at how loud it was and looked around. Jabba seemed to stir in his sleep, but besides that, nobody seemed to be awake. They must've been pretty drunk.

She did it again, and sure enough, a flurry of sparks appeared, and somehow, the thing started melting. Within seconds, Hans fell out of the carbonite. Lyra smiled, she didn't know it was actually going to work. Then, she wrapped her arm around Hans Solo's torso.

"Hans... Hans, its me." Lyra whispered into his ear. Hans stirred around, but looked at the owner of the voice.

"Leia?" He mumbled. Lyra rolled her eyes.

"No, its Lyra." She replied as he grumbled.

"Why are there so many L names." He whispered under his breath. "I... I can't see." He mumbled as Lyra helped him by dragging his weight.

"Your sight should come back. Just take it easy, Hans." She mumbled as she slowly, and silently, dragged Hans towards the exit of the bar when she heard footsteps.

"You, stop right now!" Some random guard shouted at her before Lyra took out her blaster and shot him. He collasped as Lyra smirked. Why doesn't everyone do that? Shoot their problems away?

They managed to creep past the guards, to the outside world, where a wave of heat struck them. Han's knees buckled, but Lyra kept going. Since it was nighttime, the heat was slightly more bearable. Lyra quickly put Hans in her Imperial ship, and managed to cram herself in, even though the ship was made for one person.

"Are you okay?" Lyra mumbled as Hans shook his head.

"I-I'm so cold." He mumbled as Lyra nodded and looked in the storage for any coats. Maybe a blanket? But she found nothing but a few crumbled credits.

"You know what, Hans," Lyra said. "This is hot planet. You'll survive." Lyra said eventually and started checking the frequencies again. Maybe she could contact someone. Luke or Caroline maybe? Perhaps even Leia.

After a few hours, Lyra plugged two wires together and found a voice.

"Rogue Two here. You know where Rogue Leader is?" Lyra almost jumped out of her seat when she heard the voice, and Hans was just dozing off. Lyra smiled, she supposed she did have a thing for wiring. She wondered how other people couldn't get this frequency.

"Hello?" Lyra whispered, her voice cracked. "Hello, is this the rebellion?" She asked and wanted to slap herself. 'Is this the rebellion?' Lyra thought she couldn't be more stupid.

"Who is this? Why is an imperial ship on the-" He started when Lyra spoke.

"My name is Lyra. I escaped my imprisonment. Please, please, please don't jam this. Please, I'm with Hans Solo. Please, please, please just give me Luke Skywalker."

Silence responded. At first, Lyra thought that he jammed the frequency, and her heart swam in sadness when another voice entered the conversation.

"Lyra." It said, the voice scratchy, but audible. Lyra's very bones chilled, tears leaked through her eyes. No, no, no. She wanted to scream. Not again.

"Lyra, I'm coming for you. Your father is coming for you."

*L*

Its been so long. I know, I know. I didn't update in a long time. Sorry...

But hey, at least its an update. Right? Right? Wrong, oh, okay then...

Laughs and Giggles,

Emily