Rey lowered her lightsaber. "Is that X-Wing… crashing…?"

Luke Skywalker glanced up from his tinkering on R2-D2. "I think so."

"Should we be concerned?"

"Probably."

The ship landed with a plume of smoke and burst into flames, as three people and a droid scrambled out of the way and landed in a pile. The ship exploded, sending the hapless passengers flying again.

"Aw, man, not again!" The person at the bottom of the pile moaned sadly.
"THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME, POE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT FLYING." Said the second person, wriggling indignantly.
"BB-8, you are on my foot." Said the third person. The droid bleeped an apology and rolled off the people-pile.

Rey's mouth dropped open as she recognized the droid and the two at the bottom of the pile. "POE?! FINN?!" The ex-Stormtrooper and the pilot looked up, eyes widening, before scrambling upright and barreling at her, knocking her down with hugs.

Finn and Poe's friend had turned her attention to BB8 and R2-D2. She had pulled a Philips Screwdriver out of her back pocket and was chattering animatedly at the droids. "You DO realize you're hologram projector is cracked, right?" She informed R2-D2. The droid bleeped an affirmative.

"You want me to fix that?" The mechanic flipped open the toolbox by her feet, "I'm sure I have a spare lens cap around here someplace." She glanced at BB8 as the smaller droid nudged her knee. "Oh. Right. Your antenna. My bad." The girl unscrewed the droid's severely bent antenna and plopped back on her butt, getting straight to work.

By then, Rey had finished introductions and everyone had trooped over to the mechanic. She glanced up, a little miffed by her sudden audience, then scrambled to her feet. "I'm Chas Harkness." She said, sticking out her right hand. Rey was able to finally get a better look at the only other female she had seen in a LONG time as she took the proffered hand and introduced herself. Chas was definitely on the shorter side, maybe around five feet, with a decently curvy figure and long limbs. Her skin was slightly tanned, and freckles dusted her nose. Her eyes were olive green and her straight hair, which was twisted in to a braided bun and the base of her neck was a muddled sort of amber color. A green-inked tattoo of twisting vines spiraled her right bicep.

"I'm Rey." Chas flashed her a grin.

"Nice to meet you!"

Luke offered his hand next, only to have the mechanic push up his sleeve and cast a critical eye over his prosthetic hand.
"Ooh. Prosthetic hand." She cooed, inspecting it. "That's cool! It's in very bad repair, though. Need's a major facelift." She bent each knuckle, absolutely refusing to release Luke. "Can I fix it?" She blinked at the Jedi, eyes hopeful. Luke shrugged. His hand did need a check-up.

"Sure."

"How do you know so much about prosthetics?" Rey asked, her catching-up with her friends finally over. Chas grinned. The two women had quickly become fast friends.

"It's a special interest." She set down her screwdriver and rolled up her left pant leg. "I got this 10 years ago, when I was 16." In place of the flesh leg that Rey expected, the mechanic had a sturdy-looking metal prosthetic. "I've repaired it every time it has broken. I also had to recase it whenever I grew more than a couple inches. It's been a hassle." She rolled down her pant leg. "It was a relief when I stopped growing. Well, not really, since I'm like five feet, but it had its benefits…I like helping people. I wanted to be a doctor as a kid, but I wasn't quite cut out for it. I've been tinkering and engineering my whole life, but medical engineering is something that I really like to do."

"What other types of prosthetics have you done?" Luke asked.

Chas's eyes lit up.

"Why did you ask?" Poe groaned, falling over. "She won't shut up about her 'beautiful machines' for hours."

Chas shot the pilot a scathing look. Poe payed no mind, tossing a pebble at the mechanic's head. Chas's scathing look intensified as the pebbled plinked off her safety goggles. "Sic'em, BB8." She intoned, before flailing a hand at Finn. "Show them your back, Finn."

Poe let out a yelp as his droid shocked him. "BB8, you traitor!" He scowled, rubbing his thigh. He turned his best puppy dog eyes on Chas. "How did you managed to turn my droid against me?!"

"I'm sexier than you, obviously."

Poe pouted, wondering how the mechanic resisted the Sad Eyes of Doom.

Finn was stuck in his shirt, because he had laughed much too hard at his friend's predicament. Chas blinked slowly, then turned to Rey.

"I've had to deal with this for a YEAR."

"Wow."

So that's done, finally. I hope you liked it. What do you think of my OC? Please review!