A/N: So this story is a prompt that came to me from the user Sketchywolf a while back, but my other stories prevented me from working on it. But I'm finally ready for this one so here we go again. Hop y'all enjoy! Also I don't own Star Wars.

A/N: I'm not following cannon timelines here. I just don't like the Disney timelines. So if you see dates, time jumps, or ages and think they don't add up, I promise I have a story board somewhere in my computer that says they do, Just not on Disney timelines.

Okay, here we go.

Toby

Screaming.

Explosions.

Lightsabers cutting through flesh.

All the sounds from the attack, the destruction and pain, he could still hear them. That was bad enough already.

So why did the voices have to come?

"Why did you leave us Tobias?

This is all your fault Tobias.

He was your brother Tobias, you should have known.

Toby help me!"

They just kept coming, all the voices. Louder and louder.

"Make it stop!" He yelled. "Just go away!"

The damaged X-Wing he was in tumbled out of hyperspace as he slammed his hands into the controls. The voices screamed louder, driving him closer to insanity. As he tumbled toward a planet, he used what was left of his strength and reached into his connection to the Force, like his master had taught him.

But he wasn't there to commune with it. He was there to break it, to block it. To block the voices. The screams.

As the X-Wing hit the ground, he cut off his connection to the Force, and the voices stopped. He let out one long sorrowful, painful cry, then the world went black.

It was late. She needed to get back home. But she had to get all she could before someone else found it.

The sand had shifted near one of the bigger ships, revealing one of the gun emplacements on the underside of the ship. It was still intact, and if she could pull the capacitor core and main coils, she wouldn't have to scavenge the rest of the year!

As she disconnected the last coil and placed it in her sled, she heard a loud crash somewhere nearby. She ran back to the hole she had entered in and ran outside. She saw a plume of smoke rising from a freshly crashed fighter.

'Perfect!' Rey thought. 'I won't ever have to work ever again if I can get that back!'

She ran to the ship and climbed to the top. Sadly, there was no astromech, but that didn't matter if there was a working hyperdrive core.

As she climbed along the hull, she was startled to find someone in the cockpit. She had assumed the ship just dropped out of the debris field in orbit, it wouldn't have been the first time. Those rarely had their pilots still in them. Then again, most ships up there were usually blown apart long ago.

She returned to her sled and pulled it to the crashed ship. Using one of her scavenger tools, she pried open the cockpit canopy.

Inside was a boy, probably about her age. She couldn't see much under the pilot helmet he wore, only that he had curly light brown hair.

She knew she had to pull him out, and grabbed him by his blue, robe-like clothes, just under his arms.

As she pulled him up, he opened his eyes, and both teenagers screamed.