So this story is per request of sketchywolf. This prompt is also from sketchywolf.

He skidded around the corner of the shiny black walls. Where was it! He needed to learn to not leave it around because he could sure use it right about now. He raced to pass Stormtroopers, he could hear the sound of humming behind him, the scraping against the ground. He ran faster, heart pounding, legs screaming in protest. He was getting close to it, he could feel it.

"Come on, come on!" he turned one more sharp corner finding his room. He trashed the room,

"Where is it!" he finally found what he was looking for. His lightsaber, he ignited the purple blade letting it illuminate the darkness of his room. He cut a circle in the floor and jumped through to the floor below. He looked around among the crowds of stormtroopers, he needed to get to his ship. Yes, his ship stuck out like a sore. It was an old beat up X-wing, from the days of the battle of Endor. He clipped his lightsaber to his belt trying to find his way to the landing bay, but he could still hear the telltale humming of a lightsaber that wasn't his. He ran faster his mind clouded from remembering his way to the landing bay. He panicked as he could hear the humming growing closer. He turned around a corner running into a dead end,

"Great!' he muttered igniting his lightsaber and started to try and cut a hole into the next room. It just wasn't cutting fast enough, he pressed the saber's hilt harder trying to get it to cut faster. He could hear footsteps now, and the loud mechanical breathing, the humming of the lightsaber, he could feel the unchecked rage and power pulsing inside the force making his head spin. He gave up on trying to cut through to the other side and decided it was best to just face him and try and make a break for the landing bay. He turned around centering himself, breathe. He went into a battle stance and waited as he could hear the pounding of his heart quicken as the humming neared. He saw the dark figure turn the corner, mask, and hood shrouding his face. He looked at the red lightsaber spouting orange and yellow sparks, he could feel the rage and aggression screaming in his ear. The figure moved closer, lightsaber already poised to strike him in his heart. He backed up pressing his back against the slick black wall.

"Come on Ben, don't do this."

"You must die, you are a threat."

"To what? Your first order, I have done nothing to hurt you."

"Supreme leader says you must die, so die you must."

"Ben, I know there is good in you. Please, don't do this." His brother's footsteps neared to him the saber's blade not moving from his heart. Now his brother was so close to him he could feel the hot breath coming out of the mask. He knew that Ben wouldn't kill him, he was hesitating. The opportunity he needed. He looked down at his brother's feet, this was for Uncle Luke. He swept his leg underneath Ben's feet knocking his older brother to his feet.

"I'm not going to fight you!" he yelled running back down the hall,

"Alright, time to come through Uncle Luke," he mumbled trying to reach out for his ship. He turned sharp corners and pushed past stormtroopers looking for the landing bay. He finally skidded around a corner and ran through the hallway into a large room filled with ships. There it was, his ship. It stuck against the shiny tie fighters, he ran faster. Ben was going to be just around the corner.

"Bomber! Start the ship!" he yelled to the astromech in the ship. The old droid beeped in response and the X-wing engines roared to life. The hatch to the cockpit opened and he jumped in. He took off and flew out through the closing blast doors. He flew out into space, away from the Starkiller base. He pressed a few buttons trying to jump to lightspeed, he heard it start but then putter out. Oh no, this wasn't good,

"Bomber, I need you to try and fix the hyperdrive." he heard a series of tired beeps. He tried again and again, he needed to get away from the Star Killer base, now. He heard the ship give a sad sigh, that couldn't be good.

"Bomber, what happened?" a few worried beeps came in,

"What do you mean the whole thing died?" he tried to start the ship again and it roared to life until he heard a clunk and a blast. He could see smoke filling the cockpit as the ship started to plummet to the planet below. He coughed and choked trying to get a clean breath but he couldn't. All that filled his lungs was smoke, the ship spun and jolted, spinning circles into the sandy planet below. Its pilot was unconscious.

She lowered herself using a broken wire. She set herself on top of a catwalk. She rummaged through a few bits of metal, throwing anything that wasn't of value over her shoulder. She found a power converter, she looked it over for any major damage before sticking in her bag. She walked further along the catwalk and picked up more parts and stuffing them into the bag. She finally walks back over to the cable and climbs back out of the crashed Star Destroyer engine. She slid down the edge of the engine and walked across the sandy dunes dragging her parts behind her. She uses a flat piece of metallic debris to slide down the large sand dune to her red speeder. She grunts lifting the heavy bag and attached the satchel to the speeder. She jumped onto the speeder and tries to start the engine and it groans and sputters. She gives the machine a sharp kick causing the engine to grumble to life. She takes off into the endless sand dunes towards the Niima outpost. She parked her speeder and hauled her stuff over to a table, and dumped out the parts. She worked on scrubbing the years worth of dirt and grime off of them with a firm bristled brush. She finally finished and brought them over to the counter. Behind the counter stands a creature, a blobfish named Unkar. He looks the parts over inspecting each with care,

"What you have brought me is worth, one-quarter portion," he said handing her a small packet. She nods her thanks before heading back to her speeder. She wants to go and argue with him but that will get what she has taken away. She rides along leaving a trail of dust behind her as she glides across the desert sand. She sees her RT walker on the ground and parks her speeder. She goes inside and makes a small mark on the wall, she puts the contents of the packet into a small bowl adding some water growing a loaf of bread. She grabbed the bread and a bowl with the dried meat and veggies inside and went outside. She sat down and wolfed down the food, this was barely enough. She grabbed an old resistance helmet on top of her head as she finishes chewing the tough bread. She looked across the desert, nothing out there, nothing but sand. She hears a series of beeps, a droid. She jumps to her feet and tosses the helmet aside. She grabs her quarterstaff and runs off towards the distress beeps kicking up sand as she ran. She could see Teebo sitting on his brutish desert tyrant, she could see a small orange, and white droid caught in a fishing net.

"Tal' ama parqual!" she yelled running over to the droid.

"Parqual zatana!" Teedo yelled at her with some unholy language. She stormed over threatening Teedo with her staff, as she cut the droid out of the net. Teedo continues yelling as she finishes freeing the small droid.

"Numa," she says firmly. He yells some more stuff before riding off in a huff. The droid wouldn't stop screaming at Teedo as he rode off,

"Shh." the droid quieted as she knelt down in front of him. The droid beeped at her,

"Oh, that's just Teedo. He just wanted you for parts. He has no respect for anyone. Your antenna is bent." she took off the antenna and bent it back into shape and replaced it back on his head.

"So where do you come from?" he beeped at her,

"Classified. Really? Me too. Niima Outpost is that way, stay off Kelvin Ridge. Keep away from the sinking fields in the north, you'll drown in the sand." she stood up and picked up her staff. The droid started to follow her as she walked towards her home,

"Don't follow me, the town is that way." he beeped at her again, in a much nicer tone.

"Fine, you go in the morning." he beeps thanks. She looked off into the horizon, she could see something. Smoke? A fresh wreck? That could have good parts, no reason she couldn't go check it out now. She would want to be the first one there.

"If you're going to stay, then you better keep up." the BB unit beeped in agreement as she ran off towards the smoke. She finally skidded to a halt as she made it to the wreck, this was definitely recent. Of what was left of it, it looked like an X-wing. She crawled up one of the wings that was sinking in the sand. She looked around for any parts that would be helpful, she walked across the top of the ship down to the glass shielding of the cockpit. She peered inside and yelped at the sight of a boy, there was someone in here. He looked older than her, with sandy blond hair falling out of a ponytail. He wore strange clothes, they were unlike anything she had ever seen. She wondered if he was still alive,

"BB-8, I need your help!" she yelled eyes still fixed on this strange man. BB-8 rolled around to her.

"Can you help me get him out." BB-8 rolled around pulling out panel after panel until it had made a small open. The droid rolled into the opening and she could see him attaching something to the man and dragging him out into the sand. It detached the cable from the man and beeped at her. She jumped down from the ship, she knelt down next to the man and pressed her ear to his chest. She could still hear a heartbeat, he was still alive. How was she supposed to get him back to where she could help me.

"BB-8, can you go scout up ahead to make sure no one is coming." the droid nodding its metallic head before rolling out up ahead. She picked up the man's feet and dragged him through the sand. He was heavy and tall. She dragged him through the sand dirtying his clothes, hopefully, he wouldn't get mad. Even if he did, she would just tell him that she had saved his life because it wasn't like she had extra clothes lying around. A few sand dunes later she had managed to drag him inside and at least get him to somewhere she could help him. She dug through a few bags of stuff throwing stuff everywhere. She finally found a medical kit and started to clean all the blood off the man. She tried to wrap up everything that looked broken or cut. As she was working his eyes fluttered open, they were bright blue. They were as blue as the sky on a clear day.

"Who are you?" he asked flinching away from her touch,

"Rey, now just hold still." he stopped moving and let her finish patching him up. He watched her get up and clean up all the stuff she had thrown everywhere.

"Also, sorry. I don't have any food, I can get some more tomorrow." he nodded and closed his eyes tiredly,

"Do you have a name?'

"Tobias, but you can call me Toby," he muttered. This man was strange, he didn't seem like a terrible person but she may or may not have confiscated his strange looking weapon. She wasn't sure what it did or how it worked, but that was going to be her property for the time being. She would let him rest now, he looked like he could use it. She would pester him with questions after work tomorrow.