And here is Chapter 4! Ok, so updates for this story will happen on the weekend regardless if it gets completed before the allotted time. Now, I might do one on a weekday if it is special or pivotal to the plot. Or if yall just hate my cliffies cuz there will be some of those. Now, also to address something, I will not be copying the wording from the Force Awakens word for word but there will be parts that will be exactly the same dialogue, but this is about changing history. That's James' story. He changes what already happened. Dialogue will vary but I will keep it similar but also different to put a pazazz on the plot.

As always, enjoy!

Chapter 4: Old Legends meet New Blood

"Let it out, let it out! Release the panic!" – Release the Panic, Red

After about thirty seconds of completely incoherent rambling that seemed to make sense to the both of them, Rey and Finn looked at each other, silent. The silence was unsettling a bit, but BB-8 broke through the silence, wheeling over to my leg and nudging me with a beep.

"You don't need to worry." Rey said, completely ignoring the fact that the droid had asked me.

Granted, I didn't understand him but he still directed it to me.

"What doesn't it need to worry about?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the scavenger before me.

Rey gave the droid a pat on the head, then nudged her head to where Finn stood motionless, looking down at the BB unit, "Him. He's with the Resistance. He's gonna get BB-8 home."

My eyes went from Rey's eyes to Finn's eyes about the same time his eyes came to me. The sheer look of panic on his face was obvious, but he covered it a moment later with a look of exhaustion, then interest.

With my arms crossed, I let my mind wander for a bit. She thinks he's Resistance. I know he's not. This isn't gonna go well.

At this time, Rey turned to him, "I don't know your name."

Finn hesitated, as if he was trying to remember his own name, "Finn. What's yours?"

"I'm Rey." She replied kindly.

I got off the wall I was leaning on and stood beside Rey, "And I'm James. Now that we all know each other's names, should we get back to–"

Without warning, steam blasted up from the grated floor of the next room, scaring the daylights out of me.

"Damn it!" I jumped, then pointed towards the large column of steam rising from the floor, "That doesn't look good."

Rey shook her head, looking very much alarmed by it. She dashed over to the loose flooring of the grate, finding a control hatch. She started to life it, turning to me, "Help me get this up."

I nodded, walking over and lifting the grate plating off and over to the side. Metal clanged against metal as I helped Rey down into the pit, giving her a wink, "Careful down there."

Rey shook her head at me despite the situation, "Very funny."

Getting back to my feet, I smirked, "I know. That's why I'm here."

"Well, be useful and hand me that pilot's wrench." She said, pointing over to a box of tools lain in a pile of miscellaneous things.

I nodded, reaching over and grabbing the tool, looking it over for a moment before tossing it to here, "Here."

"Is it bad?" Finn asked, looking over into the hole.

Rey popped back up, nodding her head, "Yes. Chances of us living are slim if I can't fix this."

"What else do you need?" I asked, casting a look at Finn. He was staring down at where Rey was as if he was entranced by her. In all honesty, he probably was. It was to be expected.

Yet, in the back of my mind, the prospect of him fancying Rey made me twitch a bit.

"I need that." She pointed to the mass of circular attachments and gadgets beside both of us.

Finn held one out, "This one?"

"No."

Another one.

"No."

"Another one.

"No."

Another one.

"The one I'm pointing too." Rey said, exasperatedly as she started to yell, "If we don't patch this up the ship will be flooded with poisonous gas!"

I sighed, reaching over as BB-8 came balling around to my right, pointing at the component with a yellow stripe. I picked it up and tossed it to her, "Here."

"Thank you." She said quickly before diving back down to do her work, before she asked out a question, "So, where's your base?"

Finn's face fell for a moment, paling, "Uh, BB-8 knows."

"He says its need to know." Rey popped back up, resting her elbows on the grated floor, her eyes firmly fixed on the former Stormtrooper, "But, if I'm gonna get you two back there I need to know where it is." Something popped off below her, and she muttered, "Blast it."

Finn turned to BB-8, waving him to come closer. But, before he spoke, he turned to me, "Can you…close your ears?"

I crossed my arms, "I'm sure whatever you have to say is gonna be important so say it."

He groaned, quietly saying to BB-8, "You gotta tell us where your base is."

I stayed silent, content in watching how this entire thing actually played out. BB-8 was a loyal droid that was programed to do what Poe said, but also be a friend. But, Finn wasn't Poe. So, if it found out that Finn wasn't Resistance than it probably had some type of contingency plan to get away, especially if it knew about his former life.

BB-8 warbled out a response, almost cocking its head to the side and I could guess what it said.

I thought you were with the Resistance. Don't you know where it is? I thought, the words coming together in my head. That's probably accurate.

"I don't speak that." Finn looked desperate, "Look, droid. I'm not Resistance."

My eyes widened. Holy shit! Well, good job, Finn. You're gonna get killed. That was a dumbass move.

BB-8 backed up a fraction of an inch before he spoke again, "I'm just trying to get away from the First Order. If you tell me where your base is, I'll get you there first. Deal?"

Rey popped back up, "So, where's your base?"

"Go on, BB-8, tell her." Finn said nonchalantly as if he and BB-8 were partners.

Quietly, I just observed. Oh, this should be good.

BB-8 looked at Finn, then at Rey, then back to Finn, then back to Rey, then back to Finn.

"Please." Finn whispered fiercely, his face completely bare at that moment. He was asking from the bottom of his heart. In that moment, I saw the fear behind his eyes and the desperation at what his situation truly was.

He's a deserter. He'll be hunted. He already is. I thought, raising a hand to my chin, gazing at Rey, but her eyes were focused on BB-8.

Finally, after what seemed like a long silence, BB-8 whistled and beeped, its entire body shaking for a moment.

"The Illenium System!?" Rey sounded incredulous as she looked to me, "That's hundreds of lightyears away!"

"That's right the Illenium System!" Finn said, smiling wide as Rey went back down into the hole. Then he gave BB-8 a thumbs up, to which the droid gave his own version, a retractable lighter arm, "Get us there as fast as you can."

I shook my head, not believing my own eyes. That worked?!

It was amazing what dumb things actually did work when the heat of the situation poured down around you. Apparently, Finn had just gotten very lucky with a droid that carried…something.

That something, however, was still unknown even to me.

"Rey." Finn's voice made me snap back into the current situation. He crawled over to the crawl space and popped his head over the side, "You're a pilot. You could go anywhere you want. Why go back? You got a boyfriend? Cute boyfriend?"

I chuckled, crossing my arms but also feeling a prick of…jealousy run down my spine, chilling my thoughts for what felt like eternity. It was strange that such a comment from such a pivotal character like Finn could cause so much animosity towards him. Or, at the very least, towards his statement.

But, I shouldn't feel like that. I thought to myself as Rey popped back out of the hole in the floor. My eyes lingered on the soft features of her face, gently gazing as her eye lashes lashed out as she spoke, "None of your business that's what."

Another pang.

Instinctively, I felt my chest twitch a bit. Then, the twitch transformed into a sinking feeling almost like disappointment. But, there was no need to be disappointed. Yet, I couldn't help but feel that way.

Then, Rey's gaze met mine and I felt that twitch nag at me again, but this time another emotion overtook it…and I couldn't explain what it was. Even to myself, it was a mystery locked up in confusing emotions of the human heart.

"Him?" Finn followed her gaze to me. "Is he the reason you want to stay?"

Rey didn't answer right away, smacking her lips together to make a thin line, but that line faded away a minute later into a small smile, "One reason, but not–"

The ship rumbled and shook violently, the lights flickering sporadically before completely blinking out. Even the rumble of the engines had stopped completely. The ship had stopped dead where it was. I couldn't even feel the soft tumbling of the motivators beneath my feet anymore.

"That isn't good." I muttered, "The lights aren't supposed to do that, right?"

Rey leapt out of the hole in the ground, "No!"

Finn and I followed closely after her as she made her way into the cockpit, then into the pilot seat. Her expression was worn, but also disturbed as well as frightened. Of all the reactions Rey had produced so far, fear hadn't been a prominent one.

Granted, it had been there. But, it had been there for Finn to. And for me. That I knew for a fact.

"All controls are overridden." She said, flipping a few control switches on the dashboard that had once blinked with fervor, "Auxiliary power has been switched off as well."

"Can't you get it back on?" Finn's panic wasn't lost on her.

Rey shook her head, raising her head to face him, "We're dead in space."

I took a seat in the co-pilot's chair, pressing a few buttons, but the result was the same. Total silence and darkness.

As if on que, the darkness was shattered by a towering red light pulsating from above like a searchlight. But, common sense told anyone that a light with a red hue wasn't used for finding lost items.

No, it was used for ambiance. As a sign as well as a scare tactic. Different colored lights were used for different functions. Yellow lights meant to warn away civilians from a potentially tragic end if given the right circumstances, or in the case, the wrong circumstances.

I turned to Rey, my face masked with false bravado as knowledge from the past came flooding back, "What about the backburners?"

"Backburners?" Rey cocked her head as Finn stood up on the dashboard, using her face as a steadying tool to correct himself. He peered above at the light, trying to see what was beyond it.

I nodded, not paying attention to him, "The auxiliary dampeners. Power is out, but those run off of their own charge to restart emergency functions in case of engine failure."

It was a good plan, I knew, but something told me it wouldn't hold up under these circumstances.

Sure enough, Rey shook her head, giving me a glance of sorrow, "Everything is offline. I can't even get any readings on the life support."

"Damn it." Finn muttered above us.

I couldn't help the groan that erupted from my mouth, "What is it now?"

"It's the First Order." He said quickly, hopping down onto the ground and making a motion with his hand, "We have to get away."

"I just said we can't." Rey said just as fast, irritancy in her voice from the need to repeat herself.

It always amazed me how slowly I registered things even when they were said right to my face. "Wait," I paused their conversation, "the First Order has us?"

Finn nodded, "And they're gonna board the minute we are fully docked with them."

I sighed, "Well, should we hide?"

"They have sensors." Finn scoffed, completely sounding like defeat was inevitable. "They would find us before we had a chance to play a quick round of Sabaacc."

"What about the gas?" I exclaimed, turning to Rey as a brilliant idea formed in my head.

"I fixed it." Rey gave me a confused look, her dark eyes gazing into mine. She tried to see what I saw. To understand what I meant before I explained it. To know what I thought.

"Can you unfix it?" I asked, cracking a smirk, "They wouldn't see it coming."

Rey blinked, "How do we know that would work? They have helmets."

"Their helmet filter out smokes, not toxins." Finn said quickly, his face containing new confidence that was once never there. But, behind that mask I could still see the doubt swirling around in his mind.

Not only that, but I could feel it. My hands felt clammy all of a sudden as if I was the one going through an interrogation with my mother. Fear stuck to my mind like a magnet to a fridge, but it belonged not to me, but to the man at my side.

This wasn't the first time I had felt something I shouldn't have been able to, but it was the first time I had an inkling as to what it meant, instead of just writing it off as my own superstitions.

"There's your answer, girl." I said, leaping out of my seat and running back into the grated area where we had suffered problems moments before.

Quickly, the grate was moved and Finn jumped in. BB-8 rolled up behind me, tapping my leg with its domed head. It let out one harmonious beep in question, one that I already knew.

"We're just gonna do something a bit drastic." I muttered to the droid, wrapping my arms around the ball droid and lifting it up a bit off the floor, almost immediately regretting the decision once the full weight rested upon my forearms, "Hold onto Finn."

Without warning, I dumped the droid into Finn's arms. Luckily, he caught the droid in time, but still fell onto his rear from the sheer bulk of the droid. Small or not, metal was heavy when contained in such a shape.

A clang brought my gaze from BB-8 – the droid that held the fate of the galaxy – to the doorframe where Stormtroopers would ram in at any moment. Electronics sparked against a wall panel. It wasn't hard to see what was happening, nor was it hard to determine how much time was left.

Rey leaped into the hole, "Where are the masks!?"

My eyes roamed around the room before they landed on a set of six breathing masks with attachable rebreathers. Once I obtained three of them, I came sliding back across the metal flooring, dumping the masks in.

Rey attached hers to her face, then swiped her hand at me, scraping at my wrist, "Get in! Quickly!"

I nodded, reaching over and grabbing the blaster I had "commandeered" before I made my way into the service hole. Without wasting any time, I pulled the grate over our heads just as the door's locking mechanism gave way and flew up.

Silence followed, not even a small beep from BB-8 to attract any unwanted attention from the enemy. Rey went to work, reaching her hand into the control port that contained the nasty gas. I could see she was nearly at where she wanted to be when she bumped against Finn's side, causing him to shimmy against the tools to his side, causing them to clatter loudly.

"Damn." I mumbled, ripping the mask off my face as the grate was pulled off, light shining through the gap in the flooring. My weapon was pointed up in an instance, my finger on the trigger, ready to blast the heads off of some white helmeted bastards. But, I halted my actions.

Above me towered a Wookiee with a pelt that showed that age was a factor on their evolutionary cycle. A bowcaster was laid in its hands, pointed straight at us. A sash of metal was lain across its chest, wrapping around to come together on the other side of his body.

Next to the massive creature was an old guy, his hair matted almost perfectly in two directions, one being favored more than the other but still perfect. A faded brown jacket surrounded a white undershirt, covering the body of a seasoned veteran. In his hand was a DL model blaster, directed at us for maximum support.

His face, however, was the clinching factor that made me lowered the weapon in my hands. Though, in truth, I had enough angled in my direction to disarm me in a dozen other ways.

Han Solo spoke, his voice just as grizzled as his face, "Toss up the blaster, kid. And keep your hands where I can see them."

Dismissing the insult, I threw the weapon up onto the flooring while having my hands in his sight line.

"Where's the pilot?" He turned to look at Rey, his stare icy cold.

The years have not been good on you, Harrison…Damn it. I mean Solo. I thought, eyeing the scar across his chin as well as the tired look in his eyes. It wasn't as bad as I imagined though. The trailers and propaganda for the movie suggested that not all was right for the man, but perhaps that chapter of his story wouldn't have to be so bad anymore.

"I'm the pilot." Rey uttered out, hands braced against the back of the metal wall for some random support. It was as if Solo's words would have pushed her onto the floor at any moment.

"You?" Han almost scoffed in disbelief. Finally, he ushered us out of the hole and onto the metal flooring, but BB-8 stayed behind, under the action so to speak.

"Where'd you get this ship?" Han asked next, his blaster now holstered at his side. I looked towards my gun on the ground and for the slightest moment I thought I could reach it, but then thought better of it when looking at the behemoth standing beside it.

"Nima Outpost." Rey said quickly.

"From Unkar Plutt." I put in, making Solo turn his gaze to me as I continued, "He was letting it just sit there so we stole it."

"This ship?" Solo clarified. "This ship was stolen."

"By us." Rey nodded, "Plutt stole it from Ducain."

"Who stole it from me." Han said exasperatedly, walking away toward the cockpit, "Well, you tell him that Han Solo stole back the Millennium Falcon back for good!"

Ah, so this is how the plot comes together. I thought, letting a smirk rise to my face. Again, my gaze turned to my gun and I looked up at Chewbacca, "Mind if I get that, bud?"

The towering Wookiee gave me a glance before he took a half step away from the weapon while uttering a primal sound. It could have been a type of barking noise, but it couldn't be called a roar by any standards just yet.

I picked up the gun and slung it around my shoulder by its strap, "Thanks."

Rey almost jumped forward a second later, excitement lighting up her face like lights on a Christmas tree, "This is the Millennium Falcon?! You're Han Solo?!"

Han stopped, turning to face her, and consequently all of us, "I used to be." He muttered non-too happily.

"Han Solo? The Rebellion General?" Finn asked, breaking his long silence. In truth, he was probably just gathering his bearings from relief. He was expecting his old loyalties to come barging in, guns blazing.

Rey turned to face him, "No!" She sounded almost deterred, "The smuggler."

Finn instinctively turned to Chewbacca, "Isn't he a war hero?"

Chewbacca just shrugged at that question like he couldn't deny nor agree with him. That made me laugh aloud, causing the Wookiee to regard me for a second before setting his sights back on the scavenger in the room.

Rey turned to the doorway of the cockpit where Solo had disappeared off too, "This is the ship that made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs?!"

"Twelve!" Both I and Solo shouted at the same time.

Rey looked at me, "How did you know that?" She asked.

I scratched the back of my head innocently, "Everybody in the entire galaxy has heard about that legendary run!"

"I like that kid." Han's voice echoed from the cockpit. Then, he came back out, "Hey! Some buff-nut installed a compressor."

"I thought it was a mistake too because it puts – "Too much stress on the hyperdrive."

Both Rey and Han echoed each other that time, but this time Han looked more rebuttled by such a response that mirrored his own. I wouldn't have called the look he gave Rey annoyed, but it sure as hell wasn't pleasant.

"Well, Chewie lock in coordinates for the nearest station so we can drop these kids off." Han said, walking away.

Rey quickly followed with me, Finn, and Chewbacca in tow, "You can't!"

Han chuckled, "I can and I will."

"Hey." I interjected, "Even though this is your ship, we still have a mission to complete."

"What mission could a couple of kids like yourselves have?" Han scoffed. The look in his eyes told me that he didn't believe a word that was coming out of our mouths.

BB-8 whistled as it rolled up behind us. It swiveled upon its ball and shook, giving out another round of beeps and noises that resembled something like anxiety from a distressed creature.

"We have to get this BB-8 unit to the Resistance." Rey said firmly, gesturing to the orange and white ball droid.

"You can do that from the station." Han said dismissively, walking away again through the corridors.

"We need your help." Finn said, "He's carrying a map to Luke Skywalker."

Han halted his step the moment the words came out of Finn's mouth.

"You are the Han Solo that fought with the Rebellion." Finn said as Han faced him fully, a look of recognition as well as sadness washing over the old smuggler's face. It was as if someone had opened up a wound that he had tried to stitch shut...by himself. There was nothing about how he moved that said Leia was anywhere close...just like their relationship, I realized.

Finn continued, "You knew him, didn't you."

Somberly, Han nodded, "I knew him. I knew Luke. And now, he's gone."

My own steps halted as well as I stared hard at the former trooper. The whole air turned still and quiet as if someone had pushed the pause button on life itself and let the existence hang in the air, teetering on the balance that was creation itself.

That's what BB-8 holds! A map to Skywalker. He is gone…but why? I thought, my thoughts raging like an inferno. There is no way he would just disappear like that. It isn't like his character, unless something terrible happened. And Han's face speaks volumes...

Distantly, but surely, I heard a voice whisper past my ear and fall onto the wind.

"What you know, you must keep. You must help fix what will happen. Save what will be lost forever."

Yoda? I almost uttered his name, but I stopped myself. No…that voice isn't his. This presence though…is this…

It was bright and there, circulating around me. However, whatever brightness it held was almost overshadowed by the sadness and guilt behind it. Whatever I thought was possible to be held within one's heart was thrashed in that moment. New levels of pain and sorrow were brought upon me. But, there was a sense of responsibility and bravado that cut through like a knife slicing through butter.

And, then, I knew whose voice it was.

Obi Wan…