18 || the first solo

"SOMEONE TELL ME WHY THE HELL THERE ARE THREE STOWAWAYS ON MY SHIP?!"

MILLENIUM FALCON, CARGO SHIP-

"What's the plan?"

"There is no plan!" Kyra hissed, turning around out of the pilot seat, running a hand through her hair as she tried to think of a solution. Walking into the lobby room, BB-8 followed the young woman as she paced for a couple of moments. "Normally the First Order sends in a reconnaissance group of about three troopers, so if we can take them down, I can sneak out and disengage the tractor beam and anything else they have locked onto the ship and we can get the hell out of here." She thought out, placing her hands on her hips. "Finn, give me the blaster."

"What?!" Finn exclaimed, feeling where the blaster was secured in a holster that he had discovered on the ship, the blaster secured in a holster around his leg. Without the blaster, he wouldn't have a weapon of any kind. "Why should I give you the blaster?"

"Because I'm going to be the one that sneaks out and tries to get us out of here!" Kyra sighed, not even caring as she reached into Finn's holster, prying it from him. There was a semi-insulted look plastered on his face before she sent him a glare to get over it. "We need a backup plan if this doesn't work, though."

Suddenly, a light went off inside of Finn's brain, the man following Kyra out. He stared down at where the grating was still off of where Rey had been fixing up the ship earlier. That would be a good alternate plan. "You said poisonous gas earlier-"

"Yeah, but I unfixed that!" Rey exclaimed, still not understanding the whole concept to the backup plan. Scrambling out of the co-pilot seat, she saw Kyra and Finn staring down at the panelling she was just fixing. Then it clicked in her brain. "You want me to unfix it."

"Can you?" Kyra asked, arching an eyebrow at the young woman. She didn't doubt her skills, but it took her a couple of minutes to fix, it would probably take the same amount of time to undo. "It would be a good backup plan if I get taken, and you two could hide down there with BB-8. Just in case, you know?"

"This plan will work if you can't take out the troopers on board." Finn agreed, already gesturing for Rey to get down into the panelling and start working. "Stormtrooper masks filter out smoke, not toxins." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone, his chest sort of puffing up at the fact that he knew that fact.

"And you sure that you're okay with this, Kyra? I know Finn said earlier that you got pretty beat up during your escape." Rey glanced over at the older woman to assess her, almost double checking her in a manner that a younger sister would double check on their older sibling. "I don't want you overexerting yourself."

Kyra paused for a moment, the question of her being okay making her be thrown for a loop. She most certainly wasn't okay, but she was going to push through this, even if it meant that she was going to overexert herself "It'll be fine." She reassured the girl, nudging BB-8 to get into the hole.

I can't exactly roll into that hole, dumbass. BB-8 beeped up at her, staring at Kyra with an annoyed look obvious in his mannerisms as his little head tilted at Kyra with annoyance. You're going to have to set me down there.

"Alright then." Kyra walked over to where BB-8 was, picking up the droid with ease. She saw that Rey and Finn had already hopped into the panelling while she was talking to the droid, and she handed off the droid to them, both of them falling from the impact of his weight. In all honesty, the scene made her laugh as she walked over to grab gas masks from their position a couple of paces away from her position, tossing two into the hole before covering up the grating, making sure that they couldn't be seen.

The lights flickered again as Kyra held the blaster with her two hands, stalking towards where there was a couch area in the lobby. There was a spare bit of space between the aisle that she could be pressed up against, only revealing herself when she saw that there were going to be stormtroopers within her view.

There was a faint sound of a ramp whirring up, the doors to the ship hissing open as footsteps ran up the doorway, Kyra holding her heart pounded in her chest loudly. There was no room for mistakes, and right now, she heard nothing. The troopers were most likely communicating with hand signals, attempting to search the ship.

Footsteps neared the main lobby, and Kyra gripped her blaster tighter. It was almost time for her to ambush the troopers and make sure that the three of them could get out of wherever they were stuck- and fast. All she had to do was-

A clang from inside of the grate was heard, and Kyra wanted to scream. With the noise, a person came bounding into the room, and Kyra turned out of her hiding space, her blaster raised. However, she didn't come face to face with a stormtrooper or a First Order general.

She came face to face with Han Solo.

There was a moment of silence as the two of them stared at each other from across the room, Kyra's heart pounding as she tried to make sure that it was, in fact, the smuggler and not a trick from the First Order. Taking another moment, Kyra confirmed that he wasn't a true threat, and lowered her blaster, still keeping eye contact with the man.

"Chewie!" Han yelled, footsteps behind him running over to come behind him, Kyra suddenly coming face to face with a Wookie as well as the infamous smuggler. His blaster still raised, Han gestured at the young woman. "You, are there any other people on board with you?"

"Well-" Kyra winced, her eyes leading Han and Chewbacca down to the grate. The smuggler barrelled past her, ripping open the grate to see Finn, Rey, and BB-8 down inside of the grate with their gas masks already on. Chewbacca held his crossbow blaster against Kyra's chest, making sure that her friends hiding inside of the grate weren't going to kill them.

"This all of you?" Han questioned Rey down below, holding his blaster up at her and Finn. Rey gave a timid nod of confirmation back at the man, afraid to do anything and get shot. "Good. Now which one of you is the pilot?"

"I am." Kyra and Rey both said at the same time. Han looked between the two women with confusion. Out of everything he expected when he got his ship back, he didn't expect for two women to be piloting his ship, carting along a young man and a droid. Looking down at Rey for an explanation, Han gestured with his blaster for her to explain.

"We're co-pilots." Rey explained, Han turning to Kyra to get a look of agreement from the other woman. "But we're the only ones on board." She rushed out quickly, hoping not to be on the wrong end of a blaster anymore. Rey really hated this feeling of not being able to do anything in the situation. On Jakku, she always could control what happened, especially because it was just her, flying solo in life until her parents returned. But now? Now she was caught up with smugglers, droids, Wookies, and the Resistance.

There was a roar from Chewbacca as he took his blaster off of Kyra's chest, walking over to look down with Han at the two stowaways and the droid. He seemed to be talking to Han about something, discussing how skeptical he was of what Rey said.

"I'm not lying!" The young woman exclaimed in response to the Wookie, earning a surprised look from everyone on board that she could understand Chewbacca. "We're the only ones on board, swear on my life." Rey reassured, staring up at the two smugglers.

"You can understand that thing?!" Finn exclaimed, speaking up for the first time since Han and Chewbacca had gotten on board. There was a sense of relief inside of his chest, grateful that it wasn't the First Order that had locked onto the ship. If it had, his whole facade about being with the Resistance would be blown, and he'd lose Rey's trust.

"And that thing can understand you too, so watch it." Han shot back at the young man, surprised that he would have such guts to call his companion "that thing." "Come outta there, it's hard to talk to all three of you at the same time when I keep having to turn my head."

Kyra watched as Finn and Rey scrambled out of the crawlspace, BB-8 making his way out of the hole with some sort of mechanical assistance he had inside of him. It made more sense why he was so heavy now, having all of those little tools inside of his little ball shape.

"I'm assuming that you're in charge here." Han turned to look at Kyra, who wasn't startled by Han's appearance. On the contrary, it seemed as if she knew exactly who he was, and she was unfazed by him. "What's your name, kid?"

"I'm..." Kyra paused, unsure if she should give her full name to the man who was the father of Kylo Ren. "I'm Kai." She paused, looking back at Finn and Rey, who had no idea why exactly she was fibbing. "Kai Dameron." There was a small wince from the back, Finn and BB-8 both trying to hide their collective cringes as the girl lied. "My partners are Rey and Finn." She introduced them, trying to hide the fact that she had lied about her name.

"Where'd you'd get this ship, Kai?" Han Solo questioned her, walking away from the three of them as he made his way towards the cockpit. Now that he had gotten his ship back, he was eager to get the information that he needed from the kids and the droid and then kick them out.

"Niima Outpost." Rey chimed into the conversation, trying to catch up to where the smuggler was. She was watching the man intently, almost fascinated with the way that he moved around the ship. Rey could tell that it was definitely his, from the way that he touched the walls of the ship as if they had a million memories located inside of them.

"Jakku? That junkyard?"

"See!" Finn gloated to Rey, earning an eye roll from both Kyra and Rey. "I told you two that it was a junkyard." He mumbled, earning himself a stomp on the foot and a glare to shut up from Kyra. He stared back at her with a gloating look, but only got another eye roll in return from her.

Han turned back around to look at Chewbacca, an irritated glint in his eyes as he sighed to his best friend. "Told you we should've double checked the Western Reaches!" Looking back at the two women, he found himself curious for more information. "Who had it, Ducain?"

"We stole it from Unkar Plutt. He stole it from the Irving Boys, who stole it from Ducain." Rey stated, trying to trace back all of the places that it had been. Plutt had gloated about how he had gotten the ship one day to her when she was trading in her scavenges for the day, and Rey got a couple extra rations for listening to his tale.

"Who stole it from me!" Han seemed to be offended that his ship had been tossed around and stolen by so many people. But now, now his ship was his again. He had stolen it back. "Well, you tell him that Han Solo just stole the Millenium Falcon for good."

In that moment, recognition lit up in both Rey and Finn's faces. Kyra watched as an awed look struck Rey, Finn standing there floored. She was kind of surprised that neither of them knew who he was. He was kind of an infamous figure at this point.

"This is the Millenium Falcon?" Rey questioned, starting to walk to where Han was standing, the man inspecting the cockpit with pride. "You're Han Solo, the smuggler Han Solo?" She exclaimed, a bit of shock and awe mixed in with the questioning tone of her voice.

"Han Solo, the Rebellion General?" Finn questioned, looking over at Chewbacca. "Wasn't he a war hero?" He asked the man's companion, who roared a response that sounded like he was questioning that fact along with Finn.

"This is the ship that made the Kessel Run in 14 parsecs." Rey whispered in awe, looking around at the "piece of junk" that she had called it earlier with a newfound look of appreciation. There was something almost mythical about the ship now, holding some kind of aura of magic and mystery.

"Twelve!" Han fired back, stepping deeper into the cockpit, running his hands over the seats and buttons inside. The ship held a thousand different memories for him, and when they came rushing back to him it put a smile on his face. "Fourteen." He mumbled under his breath, ashamed that the rumor had made his reputation worse.

"While you two are enjoying your time reminiscing about the old things and heroics that this ship has done, we really need to get moving. We have to get this droid back to the Resistance as quickly as possible." Kyra cleared her throat, earning a glare from Han Solo.

"Yes!" Rey realized that they needed to get back on track, and get out of the system that they were in as soon as possible. She had forgotten the fact that they were probably being chased down by every First Order starship on this side of the galaxy. "We need your help."

"My help?" Han questioned, giving a short and terse scoff, starting to walk away from the lobby and into the hallway that would lead him to the exit. "I'm not helping the Resistance with anything. Not even delivering this droid-ball-thing to the Resistance." He stared down at BB-8, who gave a nasty look back at Han.

"Well, that droid is carrying a map to Luke Skywalker. So whether you like it or not, we do need your help." Kyra fired back at the smuggler, seeing him stop in his tracks when she spoke the last Jedi's name. His face fell, and he turned to the three with shock plastered all over his face.

"You are the Han Solo that fought with the Rebellion." Finn realized, the look on Han's face obvious, that there was a story behind the fact that when Kyra had mentioned Luke he had frozen up like someone would when encased in carbonite. (Which, if the stories were true, Han had been encased in it before).

"Yeah, I knew Luke." Han muttered, placing his hands on his hips, contemplating how much he was going to tell the three young thieves who stole his ship off of Jakku. Off in the distance, the sound of metal clanging distracted Han, making him even more nervous than he already was. "Don't tell me a Rathar's gotten loose-"

"You're hauling Rathars?" Finn and Kyra said at the same time, both of them looking at each other with a semi-scared look. The two of them had seen what happened when people tried to use Rathars for their own personal gain. There was a reason that the First Order didn't use them anymore, after all.

Han Solo sighed, ignoring the surprised cries of the two, walking off of his ship. Chewbacca, Rey, Kyra, and Finn struggled to follow him, BB-8 casually rolling off after them. "Yeah, I'm hauling Rathars." He grumbled, walking over to a control panel, inspecting the images on the screen. "Oh great." He groaned, throwing a hand up in exasperation. "It's the Guavian Death Gang. They must have tracked us from Nantoon."

"And exactly how many underground criminal gangs did you get involved with on this smuggling mission?" Kyra sighed, exasperation coming into her voice under the realization that if there were more gangs coming, that meant that there was a higher chance that they had learned about the warrant the First Order most likely put out for their heads.

Han sighed, stepping away from the control panel and into a hall, leading the group away from the Millenium Falcon, taking them into a small and narrow hallway that was lined with tons of shipping containers. "Hauling Rathars isn't cheap. I had to get the backing of some criminals in order to get this deal through. I got three Rathars heading to King Prana."

"Three? How'd you get three on board?" Finn looked shocked as they continued to walk down the passageway. The fact that they even had one on board was rather surprising, but the fact that Han Solo had three Rathars on board? It meant that nothing good was going to come of this confrontation with the Guavian Death Gang.

"I used to have a bigger crew." Han muttered, turning a corner as they continued to walk through the hallways, doors now on either side of them. The room went silent for a moment, the only noise the footsteps melding in with the sounds of metal on the ground.

Suddenly, Rey decided to find her voice in the whole situation. "What's a Rathar?" She asked, curiosity peaking in her voice. If Kyra, Finn, and Han Solo were freaking out about whatever things that he was hauling, it didn't mean anything good.

"You ever heard of the Trillia Massacre?" Finn asked, seeing a shake of Rey's head as they continued to walk. "Good." He muttered, getting another nod of confirmation from Kyra, the young woman grateful that the scavenger had no clue what they were talking about. "Rathars are big and dangerous. Where are you keeping them?"

There was a slam against a door to the left of the group, Rey letting out a sharp scream as a huge eyeball stared at them through the window. The monster looked slimy and grotesque from what she could see from this point. Rey definitely didn't want to get involved with them.

"There's one." Han pointed out, walking another couple of paces before opening a hatch in the floor. Similar to what it was like on the Falcon, there seemed to be pipes and panelling on the lower level. "Get below deck and stay there until I say so- and don't even think about taking the Millenium Falcon." He warned, gesturing for the three to get into the small crawl space.

"What about BB-8?"

"He's staying with me." Kyra interrupted any objection from Han Solo, looking up at the man. "He's my droid." She shrugged, getting a beep of confirmation from BB-8, who was rolling beside her. "He has information that I gave him that's vital to the survival of the Resistance on top of the map, so I'm going to make sure that he stays safe. Which means I'm not going into that crawlspace."

There was a look of defiance in her eyes, one that Han had seen in the eyes of his old friends in the years of the Empire. There was no way that he was going to talk her out of staying out here beside her droid. "Alright, Kai, you can stay up here. You better be competent with that blaster you have."

"She's more than competent, trust me." Finn vouched for Kyra, a small smile flashing over her face when he stood behind her. "In all actuality, you'll probably be grateful she's up here with you if things go south." He noted, jumping into the crawlspace without any objections.

Rey was a little more skeptical of everything that was going on. Her face was slightly confused as to why Han Solo was throwing them into a crawlspace, and her tone when she talked echoed that. Carefully climbing into the space, she looked up at Han. "What are you going to do?"

"The same thing that I always do." Han shrugged, pulling out a blaster out of the back of his jacket just in case this whole discussion went south way too fast. "Talk my way out of it." He casually and cockily stated, earning a skeptical roar from Chewie. "Yes I do, every time."

The grate clattered shut with a resounding bang, Han looking to Kyra with a somewhat worried look. "You stay behind me, kid, and whatever you do, don't say anything." He muttered, walking forward a few paces. There was a dead end for the hallway, and there was nowhere else left to run. The door to their left opened with a resounding bang, causing all three of them to turn.

The Guavian Death gang was adorned in deep red face masks that covered their entire faces, a black circle the only thing decorating the masks. Each of them had their own blaster- but for Kyra, that wasn't a problem. There were about six of the gang members, and all of them stepped aside for their leader, a man who was skimpy but somewhat intimidating.

"Han Solo." His voice echoed through the hallways, Han stepping forward in an attempt to cover Chewie, BB-8, and Kyra. He wasn't about to get all of them involved in his smuggling affairs if they didn't need to be. "You're a dead man."

"Bala-Tik." Han addressed the man back, giving him a small shrug as a greeting. "What's the problem?" He asked, somewhat confused as to why the gang was here. They were a part of this job, why were they interfering before it was finished?

"The problem is we loaned you 50,000 for this job." Bala-Tik spoke sharply, an accent giving him a small lilt when he spoke. "I heard you also borrowed 50,000 from Kanjiklub." The man seemed somewhat upset that Han had gone to another clan to help his investment, and not trust them to do the full amount.

"You know you can't trust those little freaks." Han retorted, realizing that the fact that he had gone behind the Guavian Death Gang's back was most likely a mistake. They had realized that he had technically double-crossed him, and now they were going to probably ask for their money back. "How long have we known each other?"

"The question is how much longer will we know each other?" Bala-Tik fired back, shrugging his shoulders as he raised his blaster a little. The movement made Chewbacca a little nervous, the Wookie giving a small roar of worry. "Not long. We want our money back. Now."

"You think hunting Rathars is cheap?" Han questioned, rolling his eyes as he stared at the death gang. The stupidity of these crime syndicates was sometimes staggering. "I spent that money." He plainly stated, seeing no reason to lie to Bala-Tik.

"Kanjiklub wants their investment back, too." Bala-Tik shrugged, not caring how he got the money as long as he got his investment back. His eyes stared at Han Solo, who was also gripping his blaster tightly, expecting a fight. As he shifted, Bala-Tik caught a small glimpse of a girl with him and the Wookie, which piqued his interest a little.

"I never made a deal with Kanjiklub!" Han exclaimed, trying to find a way to talk himself out of the hole that he had dug himself into by making the decision to haul Rathars. There had to be a way that he could talk himself out of this situation- right?

"Tell that to Kanjiklub."

Suddenly, the hangar doors to the right slid open, Han, Kyra, and Chewbacca turning their heads to see Kanjiklub walking straight towards them. They must have docked during their talk with the Guavian Death Gang, Kyra realized.

That made the situation a little bit harder. If Han Solo was in trouble with one gang? Kyra could handle that. But the fact that there were two gangs in this cargo ship now meant that the odds were stacked against her- and Kyra didn't like when that happened.

Han took a deep breath in, realizing that he was in a pit of quicksand now. He had to find a way to crawl out of this pit so he could help the kids get that droid back to the Resistance- and he had to get them to that base. "Tasu Leech." He pointed his finger at the Kanjiklub member in greeting, trying to keep both parties calm. "Good to see you."

"Wrong again, Solo." Tasu Leech spoke in a language Kyra could barely understand, the way that he pronounced every word somewhat familiar yet foreign at the same exact time. "It's over for you." He cocked his head, holding his blaster and standing next to a rather intimidating thug of a man.

"Boys! You both are going to get what I promised." Han tried to reassure the gangs, looking back and forth between the Guavian Death Gang and Kanjiklub. "Have I ever not delivered for you before?" He asked, the question a rhetorical one.

"Yeah." Bala-Tik muttered, giving Han a strange look. It seemed to Kyra that it was one that meant he was coming to Han for blood, and not just profit. At the same time, the foreign language of Kanjiklub overlapped with Bala-Tik, a member yelling that they recalled Solo not delivering twice.

Han looked back at Chewbacca, not remembering when he hadn't done so before for the gangs. Unfortunately for him, Chewie did remember, and gave a series of small yet quick nods to confirm that fact. Han gave a small look of defeat, trying to fib a little bit more to buy time. "When was the second time?"

"There's no one in the galaxy left for you to swindle." Bala-Tik laughed, throwing his hands up with an almost villainous look in his eyes. His statement was only supported further when Kanjiklub decided to speak, their leader mumbling something that sounded like they were telling Han Solo that there was nowhere left to hide.

"Han, I don't like our odds." Kyra stepped towards the man, mumbling in his ear. She turned to look at Bala-Tik, who gave her a small look of confusion. Kyra quickly turned away, inspecting the Kanjiklub members and their weapons. "You can't exactly take down two gangs at once."

"I know that, kid." Han mumbled back, leaning his head back to try and look at her without breaking eye contact with the two gangs. "No one, even as good as a shot as those kids say you are, could take down the both of them at the same time."

"Well, you haven't seen what I can do ye-"

"You." Bala-Tik pointed straight at Kyra, the girl remaining cool under the pressure of having one of the gang members look straight at her. "You seem familiar." He paused, almost trying to recall his memory. "You are a new member of Han Solo's crew?" He questioned, curious as to why he hadn't seen her with Han when he was negotiating the deal with the Rathars in the first place.

Looking up at Han Solo for a moment, Kyra saw him give a shrug at her, telling her to improvise. He didn't have any better plan. She stepped forward, cocking her head as she came to stand side to side with Solo. "To put it simply... yes. He hired me to make sure that the cargo gets moved and doesn't get interfered before we get it delivered. He lost all of his crew trying to get the Rathars on the ship, the idiot."

"Interesting." The gang member noted, his memory serving them well. He had seen her before, the young woman messing up a spice shipment for him on Onderon a couple of years back. That wasn't the only time he had seen her all donned in her First Order attire, because he had just stared at the bounty hologram that her face was plastered all over. Hitting his wrist so that a hologram appeared, Kyra's face came flashing back at her in a bright blue light.

"The First Order has a bounty out for your head, Solani." Her name was spit back in her face, Han Solo's eyes lighting up with recognition now that the gang member had called her by the name she had been grown to be known by. "And the First Order is looking for a BB-8 unit just like the one you have there."

"Must be a lucky coincidence." She remarked, her hands getting clammy as she tried to subtly reach for her blaster. BB-8 rolled behind her legs timidly, beeping a small string of worried curses and pleading her to do something. "And the First Order is only after me because I left that boring old evil regime to pursue work in the private industry, and they don't want all of their secrets leaving with me." Kyra lied, her teeth slowly beginning to clench together by the end of her sentence.

"And how come I don't believe a word that you just said?"

Before Kyra could respond, the lights in the compound turned off, only a sickly yellow light staying to light the room. There was a large screech, and in that moment Kyra knew that there was something wrong inside of the cargo ship. "Was that the Rathars?" She hissed to the smuggler that was behind her, seeing a look of confirmation from the man. The power turned back on hallway by hallway, ominous banging on as Han's face molded into one of worry. "Great. We're in deep shit now."

"Kill them!" Bala-Tik exclaimed, all the blaster in the room lining up to point at the three in the hallway. "And take the droid!" He exclaimed, the familiar sound of blasters charging almost music to his ears.

"Over my dead body." Kyra muttered, stepping to the front and drawing her blaster, ready to shoot. Before she could even squeeze the trigger, a Rathar came crawling out of the cage, starting to worm its way towards the Guavian Death Gang. Almost consecutively, another Rathar came down the other side of the hallway, starting to swallow up the Kanjiklub members.

"Kid, we should get going!" Han exclaimed, grabbing her arm as he tucked into a hallway, BB-8 anxiously rolling after them. Chewbacca was hot on their trail, covering them from the Rathar with his crossbow blaster. "There's a Rathar heading straight for us!"

"Obviously!" Kyra exclaimed, gripping her blaster tightly as she followed Han Solo's strides, keeping pace with him. To their right was a thug from Kanjiklub, and Kyra didn't even hesitate as she aimed her blaster and squeezed the trigger, her eyes not even straying from the path ahead of her.

Chewbacca noted that small little move, a look of astonishment hidden in the fear in his eyes. There was a loud and worried roar that came from him, Han giving a sigh as he responded to whatever Chewie was saying. "Yes, I know that was a good shot, I watched her do it!" He exclaimed, making a sharp left as the Rathar almost caught up with them.

"We need to get the hell out of here!" Kyra screamed, running beside Han with a concerned look on her face. "Not to mention find your two little stowaways that you stuck in the crawlspace!" She rolled her eyes, still not understanding why he was trying to have them hidden.

"Don't you think I know that?!" Han exclaimed, running down to the edge of the hallway desperately. Outside of that hangar door, Kyra could see the Millenium Falcon waiting for them. The three of them skidded to a stop, Han pressing his hands up against the door. The activation wasn't working properly since the fuses were blown, evidently. "I got the door." He stated, turning his back to the action. "Both of you gotta cover us!"

There were two Guavian Death gang members that had somehow escaped the Rathar, and the both of them were firing at Han, Chewie, and Kyra. Letting out a sigh, Kyra held up her blaster, her eyes patiently watching as she saw the shoulder of one of the members peek out. She aimed, squeezed on the trigger, and a laser blast met her call, hitting the soldier on the shoulder, causing him to move out into the open.

Chewbacca knew exactly what she was doing, the rapid fire of his blasts able to easily take the first member down. However, neither of the two had kept their eyes on the second member to the left, the gang member stepping out and aiming straight for Chewbacca, the blast hitting its intended target. The Wookie let out a roar of pain, Kyra sidestepping in front of him and aiming quickly, taking the member down while he was still out and exposed.

"Chewie!" Han yelled, turning to see his friend groaning with pain, half on the ground. "You okay?" He asked, looking down at his friend, who gave a small nod of confirmation, and then at Kyra, who gave him a small shrug in return.

Fed up with the ineffectiveness of the door mainframe, Han just grabbed Chewbacca's blaster, and turned to blast the keypad. The technology sizzled out, small sparks of electricity flying as the doors slid open. "Wow." He muttered, surprised at the capabilities of the bow. Grabbing his friend's arm, he looked back at Kyra, gesturing with his head for her to hurry up. "Come on!"

The three of them started to run to the Falcon, Kyra offering help to Han by wrapping Chewbacca's other arm around her shoulders, helping him lug the huge Wookie onto the ship. Han then quickly slipped from the Wookie's arm, starting to run onto the ship. BB-8 beeped nervously behind Kyra, discussing how worried he was that Finn and Rey weren't going to make it out.

Luckily for all of them, the two came running up to the ship, Rey immediately running past Kyra and BB-8 and straight to Han. The man gave the young pilot a look of relief, already ready to get the hell out of there. "You, close the ramp door behind us. Your two partners will take care of Chewie."

"Got it!" Rey exclaimed, running up to where the controls for the ramp were, gesturing to Finn and Kyra to hurry up. "If we want to make it out of here before those- things get us, you gotta move it!" She warned, hoping that they would hurry up.

Finn came to Kyra's rescue at that moment, swooping in to the other side of Chewie where Han had just been, the two of them helping the Wookie make it up the ramps. Once they had done so, Kyra continued to walk with Chewbacca, turning her head back to talk to Rey. "Close the ramp and let's get the hell out of here!"

"On it!" Rey exclaimed, pressing the buttons that would be necessary for the door to close. Within seconds, the ramp had slid shut, the girl giving a huge sigh of relief. She ran to the lobby where Kyra and Finn were, giving them a quick nod. "Ramp is secure."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Kyra questioned, motioning with her head for Rey to go to the co-pilot seat. She obviously couldn't at the moment, and she had no desire to confront Solo about everything that had been said inside the cargo ship. There was a moment's hesitation from Rey, Kyra repeating her gesture, a relieved yet worried look on her face as she saw the young scavenger head to the cockpit.

"Now let's get the hell out of here!"

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this chapter was a BITCH

6,000+ words, three days of LABOR on it, and we finally got to the point where it's only semi garbage and I'm okay with posting it

also there's a rat in my attic and I can hear it scratching and moving shit around and I'm not here for IT

anyways you all are going to get chapter nineteen around midnight probably, because this hoe has no self control and I wanna get to the good stuff that's coming at the climax!!!
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alright I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you in like 3 hours or something with the next one!!