Rey fingered the panel feverishly. The ship made no movement, other than the tractor beam towing our ship in.

"You think some locked on to us?" I asked.

Finn climbed on Rey's chair, using her shoulder to stand on. He peered through the window of the cockpit, attempting to see the ship. He was unsuccessful, yet he still claimed it was the First Order.

Rey's annoyance disappeared with Finn's claim. "What do we do?" she asked.

I unsheathed my blasters, fixing each one to blast at their full power. "Don't know about you two, but I'm going down fighting."

"No, Enna, wait, wait," gasped Finn. He pointed to Rey. "You said poison gas."

"I fixed that," she said, confused.

Finn nodded, a goofy look on his face. "Can you unfix it?"

Catching the idea behind his words, Rey and I sprinted to the floorboard that held the gas leak. She worked to undo the tape. Finn sprinted to find gas masks.

In the floor, I held out my arms for the skittish droid. "It's all right, BB-8. I've got you," I promised.

Finn distributed gas masks to Rey and I. After he climbed into the floor, BB-8 whirred with an idea. 

"Finn, give me a hand, would you?" I asked, taking the droid's advice. 

Finn held out his arms for support, BB-8 generated a few feet's worth of speed, then leaped into Finn's arms. The abrupt weight send both to the floor. BB-8 twisted his head joyfully as he wiggled from Finn's chest.

Having missed the entire exchange, Rey glanced at Finn's body on the floor and kicked his ankle. "What do you think you're doing?"

"A droid was dropped on me," groaned Finn. On his feet, he glared at BB-8, who stared remorselessly back.

"Is this even going to work on the stormtroopers?" I asked.

"Yes, their masks filter out smokes, not toxins," said Finn. As he stood on the tips of his toes to peer on the floor level, Rey and I shared a suspicious glance.

A loud whirring met our ears. Finn pulled the floorboard over our crouching bodies. Masks secured our faces; Rey and I had our weapons drawn.

Slow footsteps filled the silence. They were cautionary footsteps; footsteps of reminiscence. Slight chuckles were heard, then a closely deafening shrill from an animal no other than a Wookie.

"Chewie," said an old voice. "We're home."

I stepped on Rey's shoulder, bursting through the floorboard. "Chewie?" I repeated, sliding my mask off. "As in Chewbacca?"

Startled, the old man whipped around and fired multiple times in my direction. Rey and Finn had dragged me under the floor in time to miss being fried. Using their shoulders, I hopped on the floor level once more. I kicked the old man's hand, sending the blaster flying out of our reach.

The brown furry beast known as Chewbacca gave a warning howl that caught my attention. I turned to see where on the ship he was, only to find him sprinting directly at me. I rolled out of the way. On my feet, I raised my fists.

"You can't fight a Wookie," laughed Han Solo.

"Depends on how tempted I am," I said, my narrowed eyes flicking to him.

" Chewie, back down," said Han at last. The Wookie waited for my fists to drop; I raised my eyebrow in return. He settled first, after sending a growl of warning in my direction. Han rolled his eyes. "Now, who are you? And how do you know Chewie?"

"My name is Enna Otapa. I'm part of the Resistance. My friend is... was... within the inner circle, he knows the..." Wary of the two listeners, I paused. "Your wife," I finished carefully. "I've heard stories."

Han deemed my story as legitimate. "Where's the pilot?"

Rey's head appeared from under the floorboard. "I'm the pilot. Don't hurt her."

Turning my head at the slightest, I muttered, "I can handle myself."

"Where's the crew?" continued Han.

"We're the only people here," Finn insisted when he too appeared.

Chewbacca growled in disagreement.

"No, it's true," said Rey.

"You can understand that thing?" asked Finn, appalled.

"And that thing can understand you, so I'd watch it," snapped Han. He set his hands on his hips, heavily sighing. "Come on out. Where'd you get this ship?"

"Niima Outpost," answered Rey.

"Jakku? That junkyard?" repeated Han. His finger pointed, he turned to Chewbacca. "I told you we should have double checked the Western Reaches. Who had it? Ducain?"

"I stole it. From Unkar Plutt. He stole it from the Irving boys, who stole it from Ducain," corrected Rey.

"Who stole it from me!" shouted Han aggressively. He shook his head. "Well, you tell him Han Solo just stole back the Millennium Falcon for good."

Rey's eyes filled with wonder. "This is the Millenium Falcon?"

Slight disappointment filled my features. "From the stories, I thought it'd be.."

"In better shape?" finished Han tiredly. "Yeah, me too, kid."

"So, you're Han Solo?" asked Rey.

Walking from the room, he said, "I used to be."

"The Rebellion General?" asked Finn for clarification.

"No, the smuggler!" said Rey, staring after the older man in admiration.

Finn caught my eye. "Wasn't he a war hero?"

"According to what I've been told," I agreed.

Rey's face lit up again when a new bit of information resurfaced. "Wait, this is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs!"

"It was twelve!"