Rey was a scavenger, she knew that, and sometimes she didn't find anything of worth noting. Of course, she isn't the only scavenger, but she's the only scavenger that would dare to visit the crashed Imperial Star Destroyer. Well, at least go deep into the hulls.

So it was quite the surprise to hear something's voice echoing throughout the ship. Another downcast to that was she couldn't make heads or tails out of it. It was definitely in a different language.

Rey prided herself on her vast (fairly limited) knowledge of languages, and she could pick them up fairly easily, but this was a language she couldn't identify. So, she decided, it was time to reveal herself. "Hello?" She called out in Galactic Basic.

The singing stopped- at least she thought it was singing- and was replaced by laughter. By this time, Rey was quite confused. The voice said something in its language, and she could hear quickening footsteps echoing throughout the ship. The voice started singing again, and by the second syllable of the first word- at least she thinks it was the first word- a door was blasted open, and the voice's singing continued, then stopped abruptly when the figure noticed her.

It chirped out something happily, then started running down towards her. Instinctively, Rey took a step back and held a hand to her staff, ready to attack if need be. The figure noticed this, and quickly put up their hands in the universal sign of 'no harm'. Still not trusting them, she relaxed her stance minutely, and slowly put down her hand.

The figure said something else, something chirpy, then they slowly started to lift their hands to their head. Reaching it, they pressed something on the base and a pressurized hiss escaped from the helmet. Slowly, the lifted up the helmet, revealing shoulder-length brown hair and a face she would call 'well cared for' and, just roughly, handsome. The man's- for that was what the figure was- had a small goatee and moustache that she could tell was taken good care of. His mouth was set into a grin that spread across his face that spoke of mischief, but his eyes were the real showstopper. They were brown and hid a wealth of knowledge, but had a glint of insanity in them; both were unfocused, staring at a spot right behind Rey.

Resisting the urge to look at where the eyes were looking at, she asked, "What's your name?"

Blinking, the man's eyes focused onto her- she barely suppressed a flinch at the raw power in them- and shrugged.

Rey blinked in confusion, then frowned, "You mean, you don't know your name?"

He shrugged again, then spoke again.

It was then, she realized, that he couldn't understand Basic. This was going to be a lot harder than it appeared.

"Let it go, let it go! Can't hold it back anymore! Let it go! Let it Goooo! Turn away and slam the door; I don't care, what they're going to say- let the storm rage oooooon!" he sang, "The cold never bothered me anyway."

Taking in a deep breath for the next verse, he suddenly heard a faint voice crying out. Pausing, he looked towards the direction it came from, then laughed. He laughed as he started running down towards it. It had been so long since he'd had contact with another being, he'd think he'd be going insane already!

Stopping the laughter so he could focus on running, he located the source of the voice; a human. A human female, to be exact. Chuckling under his breath, he took in another deep breath and sang out, "SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME, THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME!" as he smashed through the broken door.

Stopping the singing to look at the startled female, he grinned. "Hello there!" he chirped out, then started down towards the female. Noticing her stepping back and reaching for her weapon, he slowed down and held up his hands in the universal sign of 'no harm' or was it attack? He couldn't remember, but was pretty sure it was 'no harm'.

She slowly relaxed her stance put her hand down. Still grinning, he chirped out, "Great! I could've killed you easily, but it's always good to be on your guard. Anyway, I'm gonna take off my helmet- don't try to kill me, okay? Great!"

He reached up and pressed the release buttons on the bottom, and after waiting until the pressure was released, he took it off. He watched her eyes scan over his face, picking up detail- he made extra sure to keep his eyes unfocused.

She said something. He blinked and looked at her, then shrugged. She said another thing, this time frowning. He shrugged again. He was pretty sure that she was asking for his name. "Freohr," he said, giving her one of his many, many aliases.

Frowning, she looked at him confusedly saying something else. He repeated the name, pointing at himself this time. "Freohr," she repeated slowly. He nodded encouragingly. She spoke again, "Rey," and pointed at herself.

"Rey," he repeated. She nodded. Snapping his left hand into a thumbs-up, which made a dull 'clunk' sound, he asked, "So, what now, Rey?"

Rey frowned. She was sure he had asked a question by the tone of his voice, but couldn't tell what he had asked. A snap-hiss broke her out of her thoughts- the man, Freohr, put his helmet back on. He motioned with his hand for her to lead. Deciding on a course of action, Rey turned and made a following motion to Freohr to follow her.

Not looking back to see if he followed, she made her way to her speeder- it was red in a blocky shape with boosters on the back. One side had a net for her to store objects she found while out scavenging in. Shoving some parts in the net, along with her staff, she looked at the following Freohr, who was looking at the speeder.

Looking away from his inspection, he said something, chuckling under his breath. Rey raised an eyebrow expectantly at him, her arms crossed. Freohr looked at her, pointed his hand at himself, then at the speeder's seat, then tilted his head. Getting the gist of the message, Rey nodded. Freohr shook his head, then motioned to the engine. Rey looked at him confusedly, wondering what he meant.

He held up a finger, then moved to the engine and wrapped. . .something around it. Moving back like he was attached to something, he motioned for her to get on. Doing so hesitantly, she looked at him again- and he motioned for her to start it. She started it up and heard laughter, looking behind her, she saw Freohr in the flame, laughing. Slowly, he moved away from the thrust nozzles and motioned for her to go.

Looking away from the madman, Rey sped forward. While she was driving, she let her mind wander; why did Freohr live all the way out here- for that matter, did he even have a home? She had just found him- or he found her- wandering around the abandoned ships. Was he a scavenger like her, but instead of coming back to The Blobfish, he just stayed out amongst the ships?

Shaking her head, Rey put those thoughts away and focused back on the landscape- and the laughter. It took a great force of will not to look behind her at her trailing passenger. Wait, did it count as a passenger if they were tied to the back of the speeder? She didn't think it was, but it was a thought for later. Specifically when she's not being bothered by a man wearing black in a desert.

Seriously, who would do that? It's just asking to be cooked alive! Shaking her head, she noticed the little settlement of Niima Outpost. Entering in, she slowed down and stopped, subsequently flinging Freohr out from behind the speeder. He bounced a few times off the sand, then came to a sliding stop on his back.

Chuckles emerged from the helmet, which became full blown out laughter after a few seconds. Calming down a little, he pulled himself up, hands resting behind him holding him up. He yelled out something in his language, sounding excited. Rey briefly thought about asking him what he said, but decided against it, only shaking her head and grabbing the scavenged parts- and her staff- and headed towards Unkar Plutt's shack.

The man shouted something, then scrambled up to catch up to her. Matching her pace, they walked in silence towards Plutt's shack.

He set his helmet back on his head with a snap-hiss of pressurized air, drawing Rey's attention. Freohr waved his hand forward, letting her know that he was ready. Nodding decisively- he doubted she even knew she nodded- she turned around and motioned with two finger for him to follow. Watching her walking away amusedly, he shrugged and followed- it wasn't like he had anything better to do.

It took a few minutes, but they made their way towards a red speeder in a blocky shape. Seeing it, a thought came unbidden to his mind- it looks like bricks really can fly. Biting his lip to suppress his laughter, only a few chuckles came out. "It looks like bricks really can fly, huh, Rey?" Looking up, he saw said female with her arms crossed looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

Wait, wait, wait; Freohr pointed at the seat, then at himself, wondering if she wanted him to drive it. She nodded. Freohr shook his head- he was NOT going to drive that brick! He hadn't even gotten his driver's license yet! If he was going to ride something, he'd do it the fun way- he pointed at the engine block.

Rey's face scrunched up in confusion; Freohr grinned underneath his helmet. Holding up a finger in the 'wait' sign, he walked over to the engine and wrapped a string of energy around it and held it walking back. He the motioned for Rey to get on and start it. She got on it and looked back at him, concern etched on her face. Freohr waved again and fire. Fire was everywhere. He started laughing absurdly; he forgot to move out of the way of the ports! He noticed Rey getting whiplash as she turned around to see him in the flames. Slowly, he made his way out of the flames and motioned for Rey to go.

She turned around, doubtful, but started to speed up. If it weren't for his armor, his neck would've snapped easily with how fast it accelerated. It was like going from zero to fifty mph in seconds! Letting out a scream of excitement, he bounced across the landscape like an oversized ragdoll. Finally getting enough control to right himself, he slid across the sand dunes like a surfer would on water.

Tilting his body to the left, he launched himself off a sand dune and into the air; doing a few flips, screaming out: "Perfect! Great!" Landing on his feet, he tilted to the right, now laughing. Launching himself off another dune, he screamed out: "Amazing!" but then lost his balance in the air and face-planted into the sand, still being dragged across the desert. Laughing, he called out, "Fail!"

Righting himself again, he continued launching himself off the dunes until the landscape flattened out and there were no more, or very few, dunes to launch off of. Sliding around on his feet by that point, Freohr noticed that they were approaching a settlement. He called to Rey to ask what settlement they were approaching, but his voice was caught by the wind- and he belatedly realized that he and Rey couldn't understand each other.

As they neared, he was sliding to the right and- unfortunately- his foot caught against a rock, making him lose his balance and fly forward as Rey slowed down. He rolled and flipped a few times on the ground, but finally slowed down and stopped, sliding on his back. He laid there for a few seconds, then, unbidden, he started laughing. It started a few chuckles, but evolved into full-blown laughter.

He couldn't calm himself down for a bit, but when he finally did, he pulled himself onto his back and looked at Rey and exclaimed, "That was fun! Let's do that again!" Rey hesitated, as if the say something, but shook her head and climbed down- grabbing her staff on the way down. She turned away from Freohr and started walking towards a shantytown looking area. Except it had coverings providing shade form the sun.

"Hey, wait up!" Freohr called, scrambling up from his position on the ground to catch up with Rey. He caught up with her and walked with her in silence, matching her pace- which was slightly slower than his usual one.

They approached the Concession Stand- Unkar Plutt's shack- and waited in a small line before approaching the Blobfish. Unlatching her satchel, she dug out her find from earlier- before she met Freohr- and set it on the counter. Unkar looked at it, then said, "Quarter portion." And slammed down a quarter portion of salvaged Imperial rations.

"Wha- it's worth more than that! It's in working condition!" Rey argued, motioning at her salvage.

"Quarter portion," Unkar insisted, not budging.

A voice piped up beside her- sounding curious. Rey suppressed a sigh as Unkar asked, "Who's this?"

"I dunno. I found him while salvaging- he doesn't speak Basic."

"Don't spoke Bassiik," Freohr piped up, butchering the pronunciation, making Rey cringe.

Unkar looked Freohr up and down, then slid Rey's quarter portion to the side and slammed down several packs of portions, "Thirty portions for armor."

"He can't understand you," Rey insisted.

Ignoring her, Unkar pointed at Freohr's body armor and said, "Armor." Then pointed at the portions, "Thirty portions."

Freohr, getting the meaning, pointed at his armor, "Armer. Thrnty protions."

Unkar nodded, "Yes."

Freohr tilted his head and looked like he was considering it, then shook it. Unkar's eyebrows rose, "No?"

"No," Freohr repeated.

Unkar harrumphed, then turned away, sliding the portions back into his stand. Rey, thankful that that was over, grabbed her quarter portion and walked away, hoping that Freohr would follow. A glance to her left, then her right revealed that he did, thankfully. She started to lead him to her home, but he spoke up, "Rey." And pointed at her speeder.

Thinking though the words he repeated, she said, "No worries."

"No, worris," he repeated.

"Worries," She corrected.

"Worries," he repeated, pronouncing it correctly.

Rey nodded, "No worries."

He nodded, "No worries."

At least they were getting somewhere with the language barrier, even if it was fairly limited. Turning back around, she led Freohr out of the town and towards her home- an abandoned AT-AT. As the approached it, Freohr spoke, "AT-AT?" Rey's head snapped around, looking at Freohr incredulously- He knew what it was? "AT-AT," he spoke again, then said some other words- probably its full title.

". . .Yes," Rey said slowly.

"Yus?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes, AT-AT."

"Yes, no, AT-AT, worris?" He looked at Rey for confirmation.

"Worries."

He nodded, "Worries. Yes, no, AT-AT, worries, armer?"

"Armor."

"Armor. Yes, no, AT-AT, worries, armor, Thrnty?"

"Thirty."

"Thirty. Yes, no, AT-AT, worries, armor, thirty, portiuns."

"Portions."

"Portions. Yes, no, AT-AT, worries, armor, thirty, portions." Freohr listed. It was almost like Freohr was radiating smugness.

Shaking her head, Rey motioned for Freohr to follow her in, saying, "AT-AT home."

"AT-AT home," Freohr repeated.

"Yes," Rey told him, strangely proud of his correct pronunciation.

"Yes!" he exclaimed excitedly, throwing his hands in the air.

Rolling her eyes at his antics, she moved over to the bottom of the AT-AT and opened the hidden hatch and motioned Freohr in. Entering in, she heard him making some appreciative noises. He said a word, motioning to the room. Rey looked at him confusedly. He repeated it again, motioning again. "Oh! Big," she caught his meaning.

He nodded, "Big! Yes!"

"Good job. I'm going to make some food from the portion, okay?"

"Portion. . . Portion? Portion!" he exclaimed, then reached into his belt and pulled out- several more portions!? "Portions," he stated smugly.

"Wha- how? How did you get it? Did you steal it?" she asked, momentarily forgetting about the language barrier.

"Portions." A few words of his own language, "Yes?"

"I- ugh. Fine. Yes. Bad, no. Steal no. Portions yes," She said.

"Eh, steel potions?" he asked.

"Steal. And no, no steal; Portions good. Yes."

"Portions, gud. Steal portions," he paused, "bed."

"Good. Bad. Portions good, steal portions bad. Bed is this," She tapped her cot- bed was just too generous for that thing.

"Ah," he said, then held out the portions to her, "Portions, uh, fuud."

"Food. Okay, I'll make some."

He nodded, "Food good." He paused, then pointed at himself and said something in his language, then pointed towards a door on the side of the wall.

Rey's eyebrows creased, trying to get his meaning- "Oh! Explore. You explore, yes?"

"Explore, yes!" He paused, then waved his hand.

"Bye," Rey told him.

"Bye!" he repeated then vanished through the door.

He would cackle if he could, but he was in someone else's home. He thinks. He wasn't too sure with the translation. His Galactic Basic is fairly limited, at least the spoken, and he was now going to try the best way to do it: Writing down the alphabet.

Hefting a small rock, he slid the rock diagonally against the side of the hull, creating a small silver gash. Repeating it but in the opposite direction, he marked a small line connecting them in the middle. "A," he spoke, then started on 'B.'

It took him several minutes to write them all out, but it was complete: a full wall covered in the English alphabet- he actually wrote the word 'alphabet' in Greek, it being Alpha Beta. Rey climbed through the door with two bowls in her hands- then paused, staring at the wall. "Uh, Freohr?" she asked.

"Alphabet," he said, smug. Rey looked at him confusedly. Deciding to combine two words of Basic, he said, in Galactic Basic, "Woruds."

She corrected him, speaking a different word. He nodded, repeating it, then paused. "Eh, No-big," he said in Basic.

Rey said a word in Basic- probably the opposite of big, and Freohr repeated it. "Small words," he strung the new words together.

Rey said a new word in Basic. Freohr repeated it, "Letters," then switched to English, pointing at the first letter, "A." he moved over and picked up the rock he used earlier and drew what he thought was the first letter of the Galactic Basic alphabet- a cup-like figure that repeated itself upside down.

Rey set the bowls down, then took the outstretched rock from Freohr's hands, then corrected the writing of 'A' in Galactic Basic. Freohr nodded and took the rock back from Rey and copied the Basic 'A' above the English 'A'. He pointed at the Basic 'A', "Basic," then at the English 'A', "English." He looked at the bowls Rey brought in, "Eh, food, nowo?" he asked in Basic.

"Now," Rey corrected, "Food now."

"Yes!" Freohr cheered, then grabbed a bowl of the full Imperial ration and followed Rey, who had her own bowl, outside.