I furtively looks over my shoulder, give Finn one last look, and begin the journey to the Millennium Falcon. What have I done? I think furiously. I nearly kissed him! Had Poe and BB-8 not come in, I would of! What is happening to me? Finn wouldn't want me to kiss him. I don't like him! And I'm training to be a Jedi, and love of a Jedi is the reason the galaxy fell into turmoil for thirty years. I need to stop. But how? I wish there was someone to talk to.

I sit down in the pilot's seat of the Millennium Falcon and prepare to go into hyperspace. The Millennium Falcon is in surprisingly good shape, considering that it was sitting on Jakku for almost thirty years. Han Solo really made some amazing improvements on this ordinary Model T Corellian Freighter. It has a Class 0.5 hyperdrive, which is meant for much bigger ships, not to mention all of the other illegal stuff packed on to make this ship faster. If the New Republic existed, I would be uneasy about flying this, due to fear of being arrested. But the New Republic is gone, thanks to the First Order and Kylo Ren, so my fear is alleviated.

At the thought of his name, anger boils up inside of me. What he did to Finn is inexcusable. Now he might not even survive! I hate him. Thank god I slashed his face. Now hold on, part of me says. You're becoming a Jedi. Enough hate! Plus, Luke told me himself not to get revenge. But another, more loyal part of me wants to kill Kylo Ren for what he did to this man I adore.... As a friend. I can't love him.

I double check all of the readings and prepare to jump into hyperspace, until I glance out the front windshield.

Of course, the First Order has to mess up everything.

Screaming ships are coming my way. Great. Six Special Forces TIE Fighters! I don't have time for this! I buckle myself in and turn up the shields. I don't want to fight, but sometimes you don't really have a choice.  Luke warned me about this, and now I have to face the consequences. Finn needs me, though, and I have to save him.  It's a risk I'm willing to take.  I yank the yoke super hard and go into a tight loop to avoid the TIE Fighters. If only I had Finn to man the guns. He knows what he's doing. But, of course not. He has to be unconscious and near death, leaving me to fend for my own.

I reach over to the front controls and fire missiles. I manage to destroy one of them, but I still have five more remaining. I wish the hyperdrive readings would come quicker, so I could jump to hyperspace and not die in the process. Unfortunately, they take forever and considering I'm changing directions every two seconds, Hyperspace is out of the question.

 I know this is probably really stupid, but I quickly go into the asteroid field surrounding D-Qar. C-3PO has told me numerous times that "the odds of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1".  Which are pretty horrible odds.  But if Han Solo could do it, so can I.  

Finn said he spent his whole life training for the First Order, but even with that much practice, the First Order still isn't that great. Heck, they suck. The second I go in, three of the remaining TIEs crash into asteroids. I guess the odds weren't in their favor.  I do some simple maneuvering tricks, and one stupidly flies directly into a space slug's hungry mouth. One to go.

Unfortunately, this guy has managed to survive everything that I've thrown at him.  I just can't manage to shake him off. He keeps following me really close.  Just to make things better, an alarm is going off because he disabled my shields.  Mere seconds later, another alarm goes off to tells me that the Hyperdrive is broken. Great.  The one time I need more time, it's nowhere to be seen.  I shoot the rest of my remaining missiles and he finally blows up. That took way too long.

I land on an asteroid that seems to be fairly stable, and run back to fix the hyperdrive. Please don't let it be bad, I pray silently.  I open up the grates. It's not bad.  It's worse.  The seals are all leaking, and I have to replace a piston. 

"REALLY?!?!" I scream to nothing in particular.  I can fix it, but it's going to take some time. I grab the bonding tape and try to repair the seals as best as I can. This doesn't take long, but the thing I'm worried about is the piston.  The piston will take forever to fix. I have to pull out the piston, remove the broken part, scour the ship for a new part if there even is one, oil it, put it in the piston and put everything back together in the hyperdrive. Good thing I know how to do this, or this would be bad.

I'm not quite sure how I know how to do this, but it definitely comes in handy with this ship. It may be fast, but I'm telling you, it's a hunk of junk. Probably the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy. I chuckle at this and try to locate the piston within the hyperdrive. Where it is makes me really irritated.  Of all of the places this stupid piston could be, it's almost dead in the middle, meaning I have to remove like twelve other parts in order to even get it. 

 I finally pull out the piston, and notice something else which is going to make my life much, much easier. It's not broken, it has a crack in it.  I'll only have to weld it. I suck at welding, so this isn't ideal, but at least I know I have all of the parts I need. 

 After many hours(more like minutes, but it felt like hours) of yelling and cursing, I've finally finished welding it together. Now to put it back together. As I work, my thoughts go astray once again. STOP IT! My brain screams at me. YOU NEED TO STOP THIS NONSENSE!  FINN IS DYING, AND ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DREAM OF THE FUTURE!   But my heart says It's okay.  you need something nice to think about.  

You know, I'm so sick of my heart right now. I know my brain needs to be in charge, but my heart keeps butting in on everything. It keeps thinking of love when my brain is worried about Finn dying, Which is way more concerning. I'm not in love, and never will be. I'm a scavenger. Nothing more. But I can't help but think of a romantic evening, snuggled up close to him..... No. Enough of this foolishness.  I can't love!

I finish putting the hyperdrive back together and am about to jump to lightspeed when all of my controls are overridden. Seriously?! The First Order tracked me?!?!  Great. Just another thing that's going to waste my time.  

I can feel that Kylo Ren is on that ship. He probably wants a rematch for being totally owned on Starkiller Base.  Which is fine, I get that he would want to save his dignity, even though I'll just make it become more in the negative numbers than it already is. But does it have to be now? I'm kind of busy saving my dying friend.

I prepare to get off the Falcon as quickly as I can. The doors of the Star Destroyer are open, and the Falcon is being pulled inside. I make a mental checklist in my head,  I'll battle Kylo Ren, kick his butt again, and then go to Thyferra.  I don't have that much time left, I have to make this quick. 

The doors close, and the Falcon lands in the hangar of the Star Destroyer.  I can hear the Stormtroopers coming to the door.  They try to force it open, meaning I have a couple of seconds left.  I grab my robe and my lightsaber. I activate my lightsaber as the door of the Millennium Falcon is forced open.  I swear I hear an "Uh oh, a Jedi" from one of the doomed troopers that will find that my lightsaber is no match for them.