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The Leverage crew pulls a con on the First Order, or Kylo, whichever floats your boat.

+1 Eliot is a former Jedi who has Seen Some Shit.

Yes please!!

working on this right away, nonnie! this author anon just wants to know if you have any particular bonuses you'd like to see included, or more importantly squicks you'd like to see excluded

I am so sorry that this introductory sequence took so long. my excuse is that, as tolkien says, "anything worth saying is worth taking a long time to say." I've left things pretty open tho so if you don't like the direction that I've started taking things in, I can change where I'm going without too much fuss :)

It was by sheer serendipity that Rey had ever found the holocron, though she didn’t know it was serendipity, or the true nature of the artefact that she had scavenged, at the time. Only a few cycles previously had Rey exhausted her previous scavenging site, a derelict AT-AT much like the one that she had made her humble abode. The old site had suited her well, not that far from home or Nima outpost and with a reliable source of scraps to keep her relatively well sustained, even with Unkar Plutt’s usurious exchange rates between scrap and rations. But even an AT-AT was eventually depleted of things to scavenge, and Rey was forced to move on.

The day that Rey had found the holocron started out much like any other, with no indication of the terrifying sandstorm that was to come that afternoon, so she ventured out into the great, sandy unknown in hopes of finding another site to scavenge to support herself. Well, perhaps it wasn’t serendipity that Rey found the holocron after all, as she felt a subtle pull from the distance, far past where she would normally search for sites. The pull was coming from so far away, in fact, that she completely missed the nascent storm on the horizon until the winds were whipping her hair into her face.

The sand kicked up by the storm assaulted her as she furtively looked around for shelter, and she had to pull her goggles down over her eyes and mask over her mouth. By the way that the winds had picked up and the storm had picked up speed, there was no way that Rey could outrun the encroaching hazard on her ramshackle salvaged speeder, but there was nowhere nearby for her to take shelter, so she observed the increasingly frenetic pull into the yonder.

Her speeder was desperately struggling, and even with her thick goggles protecting her eyes, she could barely see through the sandy tempest, but she had an innate feeling that somehow, she was almost there. Where there was, she had no idea, especially as the sands bellowing against her back pushed her off her speeder and the sands beneath swallowed her.

***

When she awoke, she found herself on the bridge of a truly antiquated ship, and stiffly sat up to have a look around. The Imperial Dreadnoughts and AT-AT walkers that frequently made her fodder might have been old, but compared to them, this was positively ancient and Rey was not sure how such a site could have lain unperturbed for so long. The ship was quiet, with no evidence of the gargantuan storm that may or may not have been continuing overhead. It would have been, since it was just Rey there, breathing softly in the darkness, but it also felt quiet. Not like some great calamity had befallen the ship, more like the simple sorrow of something once so grandiose having been long forgotten.

As her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness and she gained confidence that she wouldn’t accidentally trip over a precipice, she gingerly stood, still sore from the fall. Most of the technology would have been too old, made obsolete by the decrepitude of time, to scavenge and trade to Unkar Plutt for rations, but there was a subtle beauty in the elegance of its construction, and Rey enjoyed exploring the derelict vessel’s magnificent corridors. Consciously, she thought that she was trying to find her way out of the vessel, but unconsciously, she was following the subtle call of something sinister.

It was by complete accident that she accidentally kicked a bit of detritus against a wall, and the echo that ricocheted around the empty walkway made her jump and hit her head over a low-hanging support beam. It wasn’t complete accident that the debris in question was what had called her here in the first place. When she crouched to inspect it, she was perplexed. How could something so small, a pendant of sorts that would fit in the palm of her hand, have made so much noise?

She felt almost a magnetism towards it, her fingers reaching towards it seemingly of their own accord. The closer she got to actually touching it, the more her fingers tingled. When they finally closed in, just the barest brush of contact, Rey blacked out once more.
***

It was smoke that clouded Rey’s vision this time, not sand. She could use the goggles to cover her eyes from the sharp plumes coming from where Unkar Plutt’s tent had been set ablaze, but she had no protection against the shrill shrieks of the denizens of Nima station as they cowered in terror before the ‘troopers who were besieging them. The entire scene was pure chaos, with the soldiers running around shooting at Rey’s friends—well, perhaps not friends, but they were the closest thing that Rey had ever known.

Instead of running ~~away~~ to safety, she charged directly into the fray, wielding her staff as best as she could. In all the confusion, Rey had managed to incapacitate a couple of ‘troopers. A firm whack with her quarterstaff behind the knees to force them to the ground, and one to the back of the head to knock them out. There was one trooper who had attempted to grab her from the front, and she had brought down all her might in an overhead swing, the ‘trooper crumpling impotently.

There was another ‘trooper trying to grab one of the younger girls whom Rey sometimes saw swiping the occasional credit chit off of one of the merchants in the marketplace, and with a wild cry Rey shoulder charged straight at the two, hoping to distract the ‘trooper so that the little girl could get away. Unfortunately, her cry alerted several other ‘troopers to the altercation and while the young girl was nimble enough to escape, Rey was quickly overcome and forced into the ground.

She would have laughed into the sand at the idea that this was how she was to end, deserted in the desert without being able to say goodbye to the family that she had loyally awaited all these years, if she hadn’t had the breath knocked out of her by a boot to her back. She could hear the “click” of a blaster loading, and she tensed her body up… and then no shot ever came. Instead, she felt a body crumple beside her, and the dull thud that it made shook her to her core.

Rey had been so preoccupied by her incipient demise that she had missed a heavily modulated voice shout “wait,” and due to being prostrate with her face in the sand, missed a figure clad in dark robes reach out and gesture before the ‘trooper fell beside her. She didn’t miss the tread of heavy boots coming towards her, and she certainly didn’t miss the next words that the dark figure spoke.

“This is interesting.” Interesting? Interesting? Rey’s entire life was up in flames around her, everything, everyone that she had ever known dead around her, and all this poodoo had to say was that she was interesting??? Rey clenched her fists in the sand, ready to spring up and throw a handful in the face of whichever sleemo was calling her tragedy interesting.

But before she could do much more than think about how satisfying it would be to exact some ~~petty~~ revenge, Rey found her limbs locked by her side, and felt herself floating idly in the air, flipping over into a supine position where she somehow felt even more vulnerable.

“What is this?” came the voice once more, clearly not expecting her to answer as she could barely breathe, let alone spit some vitriolic answer.

Rey saw a hand reach towards her chest, and would have tensed up if she had any control over her body. But when the hand grasped at the pendant that she wore around her neck, the souvenir from the strange ship in which she once sought shelter from the harsh landscape, she screamed internally as she could not make any actual noise. That little frivolous bauble was one of her only prized possessions, beside her scooter and her home. After just losing her home, everything that she knew, she couldn’t lose the last thing that she owned!

With a Herculean amount of effort, she forced her arm to catch the dark figure’s wrist just after the frayed leather strap that carried the pendant was snapped and the pendant was torn from her chest. The shock was almost palpable in the air, and Rey fell to the ground, still clutching the figure’s wrist and sending it toppling over her in the process as her weight dropped. It was at an awkward angle, though, and receiving a knee to the forehead was the last thing that Rey could remember before everything faded to black again.

I apologise if this is shit, I churned it out in about an hour and a half and didn't bother editing it beyond a quick once-over

I heart that this even exists. bookmarking to read when it's completed.

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When Rey next awoke, she was once again bound, but this time she wasn’t held by some nebulous force, and could instead feel the bindings cutting into her wrists and ankles where they were tied too tightly. Subtly, as to not draw attention to the fact that she had awakened, she tried shifting where she was lying down on the medbay cot in a futile attempt to wriggle out of her restraints. It was of no use, however, and Rey barely held onto a cry as she felt her bindings cut into her skin and blood trickle stickily down her arm.

With the pneumatic hiss of the doors, Rey started, completely forgetting about her ruse to feign sleep.

“Good, you are awake,” came the highly modulated voice. Even through the effect that the aspirator of the dark metallic mask had, Rey could still discern a note of unbridled curiosity.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Rey snarked back in response. “This could all be a nightmare.”

For a long moment the figure didn’t respond, and just stood by the medbay entrance appraising her. It dragged on so long that Rey wondered if she hadn’t taken a harder hit to the head than she originally thought, and had made up this new encounter in some sort of stress-induced delusion. Abruptly, the dark figure stormed forward towards her, dark robes billowing behind. They bent over at the waist, dark mask looming right next to her face.

“You know nothing of true nightmares,” hissed the figure menacingly. “But perhaps I could show you.”

“If it’s anything like your fashion sense, I believe you,” deflected Rey, hoping that her voice wasn’t wavering as much as she felt it had.

The figure let out a low growl, which through the voice modulator, came out shrill like the grinding of gears, and the proximity to her ears made her cringe more than the attempt at intimidation. Her flinch seemed to satisfy the figure, however, and they stood back up. This close to her, Rey noted just how tall the figure really was. Their head almost hit the ceiling of the cramped little medbay on whichever shuttlecraft they had her held on.

Suddenly, her pendant was dangling before her, and Rey, forgetting about her predicament, made an instinctual movement to grab it. When the bindings cut further into her flesh, she let out a hiss through her teeth and the figure chuckled low, and derisively. Rey huffed at being the source of amusement for such a… charming person, and turned her to the far wall in an attempt to ignore the figure.

“No,” snapped the figure, and her head snapped with it, facing them of its own accord. Desperately, she tried to turn it back away, but whichever invisible force held her, held her tightly.

“No,” repeated the figure, albeit more softly this time. “This is mine now, but I would have you tell me where you found it.”

“No,” mimicked Rey, refusing to give an inch to this monster who had already taken a mile. Had also probably taken her miles, even light years, away from her home, from everything she had ever known. It was petty of her, but it was the only way that she could assert her agency. She refused to become some snivelling sleemo and lose the last shreds of her dignity on top of everything else that had already been taken from her.

“Tell me—“

“No,” interrupted Rey.”

“Very well, then I shall take it from you.”

Pain. That was Rey’s first thought. Well, reaction, really, as she wasn’t really capable of thought beyond a series of indefinite invectives echoing in her mind in a cacophony of “ow, that hurts” No, perhaps pain wasn’t even the right term to use. It hurt, certainly. But pain seemed like too light a term to use. It went far beyond pain, beyond agony. It was completely and utterly excruciating.

It felt like the time when she accidentally zapped her finger on a live wire when she was stripping down a site, scavenging for parts back on Jakku. Back what felt like a lifetime ago. For all intents and purposes it was, because all this life was was pain. The pain of her entire brain being zapped by live wires. It was constant, with no reprieve. She couldn’t just snatch her mind back and shake it off.

The pain was absolutely soul-rending, and Rey wanted absolutely nothing more than for it to end. She didn’t care that her pendant, her only personal vanity item, had been so callously stolen from her. She didn’t care that her entire life had literally gone up in flames. She wouldn’t care that she would probably never see her family again because there was nothing on Jakku to go back to, nowhere to wait for her family. All that she cared about was wanting the utterly all encompassing pain to end.

She began to try and run away from the pain, trying to find happy places in the corners of her mind to hide in. She remembers when she first found the little tree that she tried to keep alive, to provide her some semblance of companionship in her humble domicile. But the pain found her there, and marred the memory. So she tried to remember the tranquility she felt when she was making her little doll out of scraps of a Rebel Alliance’s pilot uniform. It was mind-numbing work, that, and slow work. Stitching it by hand took many a cycle. She was happy for it at the time, something to think about other than her empty heart and emptier belly. But the pain ruined that for her, too.

So she began to try to fight the pain. She thrashed around in her mind, trying to strike at the nebulous tendrils creeping across her psyche. She tried to grasp at them, throw them away from her. She tried to kick and slash. She tried to imagine hitting them with her quarterstaff. Her quarterstaff. Maybe if she had been better with her quarterstaff, she wouldn’t have been in this predicament to begin with.

From there the cascade of memories through association rushed like a bantha through its pen. From her quarterstaff she remembered her speeder. From her speeder she remembered many cycles, trawling through the desert, trying to find a new salvage site. She remembered a great hulking star destroyer hull that had been picked clean by buzzards like herself. She remembered so many sites, some successful, some not successful. She remembered getting caught in a dust storm one day, trying to find a new one. She remembered taking shelter in some peculiar craft, and finding a pendant that seemed to call to her very essence.

Just as quickly as the pain had encroached on her mind, it receded the same way. The relief she felt was instantaneous, so jarring, that it took her a moment to realise that it had finally ended. When the realisation struck her, suddenly her body seemed to catch up to her mind and she felt pitifully weak. Rey didn’t think that she could lift her arms even if they weren’t bound to her sides on the medbay cot. She couldn’t even loll her head from side to side to try and shake off the groggy feelings.

It was a good thing that her head was already facing the side though, as her stomach gave a great big roll and she retched and heaved and emptied what little contents her stomach had onto the great big black boots that the figure was wearing. Rey didn’t have the energy to smile externally, but she smirked internally with the vindictive satisfaction.

She didn’t know how, but she knew that she had to get off this ship as soon as possible. When the figure stormed off in anger, granting her the reprieve of privacy, she allowed herself to hope in the dark recesses of her mind, that it might even be alive.

finally, the plot thickens! next chapter we'll actually start getting somewhere, I promise!!!

So finally checked back and...OMS I love it! (Also that pun is the best thing ever A++)

As for extra things, not really. I love good banter, and as long as things don't get too graphic in the torture department I'm good. I definitely can't wait for the Leverage crew to arrive!

hehe, thanks.

it won't be too much longer til you meet them, I promise!!! I'm so sorry that it's taking so long to set up omg I just wanted to follow the leverage episode pattern of "show the audience what happened, and then get the client to meet the crew" but apparently the whole "show the audience what happened" thing is taking longer than I had meant it to...

so no graphic torture, but how graphic are you cool with when it comes to fight scenes? or did you just want a sentence like "eliot did some hella rad shit with his lightsaber and fucked up supreme leader snoke's shit"? :P

I'm so sorry that it's taking so long but I promise that you'll see the leverage team soon!

Hours had passed since the figure had left, and they had not returned. Had it been hours? Had it only been minutes? Rey found it difficult to gauge how much time had passed, since all she had to go by was the sound of her breathing and the throbbing in her head pounding in time to the beating of her heart. Of course, feeling weak and groggy wasn’t helping her with her estimation of the passing of time, either, because everything had an almost surreal feel to it, like she really was just having a nightmare and that she would be waking up any moment now. But it hadn’t all been a nightmare, and Rey was certain that the true nightmare was still to come, much as the dark figure promised.

Rey lay there on the cot, bound to the sturdy frame, staring at the medbay’s ceiling, desperately trying to devise an escape plan. She would need to get somebody to unbind her, but the only other person that she knew was on the shuttlecraft was the figure who had tortured her, and Rey doubted that they would be inclined to simply let her go. But the figure had not besieged her home on their lonesome, and had had the assistance of several ‘troopers, so it was likely there would be at least some on the ship with them. Perhaps they would be more amenable to letting her loose, but she’d still need an excuse beyond “I don’t like them, can you take them off?”

When the quiet thrum of the engines stopped, Rey knew that this would be her only opportunity to liberate herself. The shuttle had likely only landed to refuel and judging by the size of the medbay, it wasn’t a large shuttle and so the process wouldn’t take very long. There wasn’t enough time to think about a plan, she would have to do.

“Hey!” she shouted. When the figure had left, so too did the subjugating presence that had seized her voice. Though it was weak, her words were clear. “I have a problem!”

Rey waited a few moments, and when she did not hear any activity on the other side of the door she called out again.

“I need some help!”

This time Rey heard movement on the other side of the door, but it was a stormtrooper who came through rather than the dark figure from before.

“Yes, what is it?” Though the words were brusque, the tone was anxious, not agitated.

“Where’s your boss?” asked Rey.

The ‘trooper was reticent to answer, but eventually eked out “gone.”

“Gone where? Did you lose him?”

“Lord Ren had business to attend to.” Well, now Rey had a name for the dark figure at least. “I am the only trooper left on this shuttle currently, but if I can assist you I will.”

“Well, you see, it’s a bit of a personal problem. A woman’s problem, if you would.” Rey decided to play on the ‘trooper’s visible awkwardness. The medbay didn’t appear to be prepared particularly well for holding a prisoner, and Rey figured that it wouldn’t have been prepared to deal with such… circumstances as a female’s personal problems. Rey was right, it seemed, as the ‘trooper coughed into their fist and shuffled about awkwardly.

“I… I don’t know if I can help you there.”

Rey affected a put-upon sigh and made a show of looking deeply uncomfortable with her situation.

“Listen, if you just unbind me, and show me to the refresher, I can deal with it myself.”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“Look, I promise. Just to the refresher.” Rey made her face look as open and earnest as possible, while silently beseeching to whatever power might be listening to let this work. Rey stared at the blank mask, and she could feel the ‘trooper appraising her in return. She was just about to give up when finally the ‘trooper responded.

“Fine. But I’m coming with you.”

Surprising Rey with their agility and grace, the ‘trooper bounded over to the cot, unbound her left wrist and bound it to their own right wrist, and then bent over to unbind her right. Well. That certainly… complicated things. She couldn’t just knock out the ‘trooper and run away, anymore. Rey was so preoccupied running through potential contingencies that she had completely missed when the ‘trooper next spoke.

“Sorry, what?” she asked.

“Don’t make me say it again,” the ‘trooper harshly whispered.

“No, I didn’t hear you the first time.”

“I said…” the ‘trooper trailed off, like they were debating with themselves whether to continue or not. “I said that I know what you want to do. And I’ll help you, but I said that I’m coming with you. Have you ever used a blaster before? There are some spare armaments. Not that you’ll need to use it… hopefully. And you had better not use it on me!”

Rey nodded eagerly, and the ‘trooper nodded curtly in response, before tugging her by the wrist through the medbay, through the ship onto the hold. The ‘trooper led her to a wall with spare blasters, selecting one and handing it to Rey before tugging her by the wrist to the airlock where he entered a code into the console panel. In their haste, the ‘trooper’s fingers trembled and accidentally hit the wrong button, causing klaxons to blare on the inside of the ship.

The ‘trooper took a step back from the console and aimed their blaster at it, but hesitated to fire. In that brief moment, Rey took the opportunity to shout out “wait!” Turning towards her, the ‘trooper made a gesture with the hand connected by the wrist to her own, jerking her arm with it.

“Don’t do that,” Rey’s words were a rushed jumble and were hard to discern over loud blaring of the alarm. “If you do that, we’ll lose any chance we have of escape. Let me.”

When the ‘trooper nodded, Rey approached the console. Wedging her nails in between the console and the wall, she managed to pry it away from the support mounts and let it dangle from the now-exposed wires. The wiring looked similar enough to all the TIE-fighters that she had scavenged in the past, but instead of a red-wire it looked vaguely orange. Taking a deep breath and hoping for the best, she quickly plucked the orange wire and a white wire with blue stripes, and called to the ‘trooper.

“Here, hold these together like this,” Rey said, holding the orange wire and the white wire with blue stripes so that the exposed ends touched. When the ‘trooper made no effort to move, Rey let out a frustrated cry. “Come on!”

That spurred the ‘trooper into action, and they holstered their blaster before gingerly taking the wires from Rey. Holding each wire delicately in between their forefinger and thumb, they kept the exposed ends connected like shown. Rey rolled her eyes briefly, and then turned her eyes back to the remaining wires of the dangling console.

She took a green wire and placed it where the orange wire had come from, and suddenly the alarms stopped blaring and the airlock doors opened.

This time, it was Rey who tugged the trooper by the wrist this time, out through the airlock and down onto the landing pad where the shuttle stood.

“Wow! Did you see that? That was so cool!” said the ‘trooper, but Rey just tugged on their wrist again and began to lead them into the throng of people bustling about the docking area.

maybe you can guess who the 'trooper was :)

It was dark and stormy, and the weather was almost even more confusing than the seemingly endless crowd. Rey had never seen so many people before! Nima had been a fairly busy outpost by Jakku’s standards, but that was nothing when compared to the hustle and bustle of whatever planet this was, and this was just the docking bay! It was a little scary if she was being honest with herself, but it would make it easier to hide from Lord Ren.

For now, at least. Rey knew that in order to truly get away from Lord Ren’s wrath, she needed to get away from this planet. So, she stomped through the puddles flooding the docking bay’s floor while charging through the crowd. In the distance, she could see the white helmets of a couple of other ‘troopers, and abruptly changed directions to head in the opposite way. This however, caused the ‘trooper that she was still attached to—she really had to ask the ‘trooper to unbind her—to stumble into a merchant’s cart and spill their goods everywhere.

Angered, the merchant began yelling at the two of them in a booming voice, and despite Rey and the ‘trooper’s best attempts at placating the merchant, their voice kept on getting louder and louder. Eventually the commotion started gaining the attention of the crowd, and by extension, the ‘troopers, and Rey could see the ‘trooper’s helmets moving through the crowd towards them. Furtively glancing around, Rey could see a cramped alleyway, brimming with food stalls. Even if they couldn’t lose the ‘troopers now hunting them, Rey and her ‘trooper could at least stall them in the bottleneck formed by the crowd.

She must have looked quite a sight, barrelling down the tight alleyway, the rain washing out the dust from her desert clothes and leaving muddy streaks, dragging a stormtrooper attached to her wrist behind her while being chased by more stormtroopers. As she was passing by a stall, she couldn’t help but pick up a sweet-smelling bun, leaving her stolen blaster as payment.

Though she couldn’t read the foreign writing emblazoned in neon lights, she could recognise the universal symbol for watering hole above a door that seemed to lead into a literal hole in the wall. Looking behind her she couldn’t see the white helmets of her pursuers, and she figured that she had enough of a lead on them to be able to pop into the cantina without the ‘troopers realising. They would either continue down the alley trying to chase her, losing her trail, or they would have to waste time checking every food stall and other watering hole, buying Rey time of her own.

Tugging the ‘trooper, she nodded with her head in the direction of the sign, and getting the message, the ‘trooper nodded in return. As they approached, Rey saw that there was a bouncer by the front door that she hadn’t noticed before. He was quite large and menacing, and though one eye had been put out, he still had five others that stared at her appraisingly.

“Turn back around, little girl, this is no place for you,” the bouncer said in a surprisingly high-pitched voice, considering his size.

“Yeah, you’re right. Come on, we can find somewhere else,” the ‘trooper mumbled to her.

Simply squaring her shoulders, she handed the bouncer her pilfered sweet bun, swung open the door, and stalked into the cantina. Rey had expected that the moment the two of them entered that the band would stop playing and the general din of conversation would mute, but nobody even bothered them a second glance, despite the fact that she looked like a kriffing swamp rat in her wet and muddy clothes.

In the far corner of the room, she saw someone emblazoned in the orange jumpsuit of one of the Resistance pilots like she sometimes saw on Jakku, arguing passionately with another man. Blatantly pointing, she nudged her ‘trooper in the side with her elbow.

“Look, over there. A Resistance pilot! We can probably exchange work for transport.”

“I don’t know if that’s a very good idea,” the ‘trooper demurred. “I mean, I’m—well, I was a First Order stormtrooper. I don’t think they’ll be too willing to provide me with safe passage.”

Rey’s blatant pointing was noticed, however, and before she could rebut, both she and the ‘trooper had been picked up from behind by a pair of large, furry hands. She tried flailing and kicking to wriggle out of the grasp as she was carried over to the table in the corner where the Resistance pilot and the other man were still arguing.

“Look, Solo—”

“What did I tell you about my name?”

“Look, Han, all I’m saying is that—”

“You don’t need to be saying anything, you’ve got a rotten pazaak face, kid.”

“Yeah, but—”

“No buts, kid. I’ve got this gig with the Guavian Death Gang—”

“Hey wait, I thought it was with Kanjiklub?”

“Yeah, whatever. Point is, kid, I got places I need to be,” suddenly the other man’s face softened. “Point is, kid, you’ll be okay.”

Then the wookiee let out a growl and attention turned to Rey and the ‘trooper.

“What’s this we’ve got here?” asked the pilot, giving both of them a once-over.

The wookiee let out another growl.

“You’re right, kid. Why would we give you safe passage? Why, I oughta—”

“Wait, please,” Rey interjected. “We need your help.”

“Let’s hear them out,” said the pilot, a pensive look on his face.

“Your soft-heart’s gonna get you in trouble one day, kid,” Solo scoffed. “You have thirty seconds.”

“We escaped from the First Order.”

“No-one escapes from the First Order,” said the pilot, obviously skeptical.

“It’s true. Lord Ren picked up the prisoner… er…” the ‘trooper trailed off, realising that they didn’t know Rey’s name.

“Rey.”

The trooper nodded thankfully. Well, Rey supposed it was thankfully. She couldn’t see their expression because of the mask.

“Lord Ren picked up Rey on Jakku.”

“What about you, ‘trooper? You have a name?” asked the pilot.

“FN-2187.”

“FN-huh? I think I’m gonna call you Finn.”

“Fascinating stuff, kids, but that still doesn’t explain why we should help you.”

“Look, all we’re asking for is passage to another planet in return for work. I’m good with machines, and… Finn… is good at—uh… Finn’s good at taking orders.”

Solo arched a dubious eyebrow.

“Whatever, you sort it out with Poe here, I’ve got a deal with Kanjiklub to sort out.”

“I thought it was with the Guavian Death Club?”

Solo waved Poe’s words off like they were an insect, and not one that would have survived the encounter, either.

“C’mon Chewie, let’s go smuggle some Rancors.”

OP again, can I just say this is going not at all how I might have expected and I love it. The Trio met!! Han (oh Han, don't, just don't)!!

I didn't realise that some of the dialogue got a bit messed up there. :S

Rey was supposed to say "we need your help" and then Han was supposed to say "Well why should we"

yeppers. I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying it, I've only seen the movie one and a half times so I was worried that I mightn't be getting the character's voices that well

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