They ran over to the area where the smoke was emanating from the floor, Rey yelled out, "Help me with this, quick."

"Whoa, what is that?" Finn asked, helping Rey lift the grate. She jumped in, looking around. When she found what she was looking for she poker her head up, "It's the motivator. Grab me a Harris wrench, check in there." She pointed at a box nearby.

Finn crawled over, asking, "How bad is it?"

"If we want to live, not good," she answered, looking around in the machine again.

Freohr started ignoring them at that point, bored. He moved back into the cockpit, watching BB-8's comments on the byplay between Rey and Finn. As he sat in the cockpit, he noticed something.

He looked to the right and noticed something- a ship. A big ship. That was slowly converging on them. Then the systems shut off. He blinked. A red light started emanating from the right and he saw giant metal teeth. Rey and Finn burst into the cockpit, talking. He ignored them, instead looking around the new ship. There were several points of interest- namely the three locked up life forces and two free ones. The two who were moving down into the bay.

Finn said something, a conversation between Rey and him, then they moved into the area they were just at, climbing into the pit. Freohr smiled as he faded. Standing up, he waited in the corridor for the two newcomers. Clanging metal echoed from the outside, then the ramp opened up and the two newcomers, a human and a Wookie, entered in. Freohr watched them as they walked around the ship, then stop in the area where Rey and Finn were sequestered, hearing a clanging sound.

The Wookie lifted up the grate, revealing Finn and Rey. They exchanged words, then Rey and Finn climbed out. They exchanged a few more words, Rey answering his questions. He started walking away, saying, "Well, you tell him that Han Solo just stole back the Millennium Falcon; For good."

"This is the Millennium Falcon? You're Han Solo?"

He looked at her, "I used to be."

"This is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs?"

"Twelve!" Freohr yelled out, revealing himself- without his helmet, of course- "He made it in twelve parsecs, and it was a close one!" Freohr looked at the stunned Han in front of him, "If you had hesitated one more moment, you wouldn't have made it and the black hole would've sucked you in. You're lucky you're alive."

"How do you know that?" Han asked harshly.

Freohr smiled, lifting up his helmet telekinetically, and winked, "I have my ways."

"Jedi," Han murmured.

Freohr shook his head, "No, but close enough. Anyways, continue, ignore me." Freohr moved out of the way of Han and picked up his helmet, letting Han reunite with his old ship.

Freohr moved into the room with Rey, Finn, BB-8, and Chewbacca, waiting on Han. He came back in talking about the hyperdrive and finishing a sentence with Rey. He stared at her for a second, then said something, pointing at Freohr, Finn, and Rey.

"Wait, no," Rey objected, walking after Han, "We need your help."

"My help?" Han asked.

"This droid has to get to the Resistance base as soon as possible," Rey explained.

"He's carrying a map to Luke Skywalker," Finn added.

"Luke good man," Freohr added, "Han good man."

Han stopped, sighing.

"You are the Han Solo that was part of the rebellion. You knew Luke Skywalker."

"Yeah. I knew Luke," Han admitted, "I knew Luke."

Right then, a clanging echoed throughout the ship. They all looked at the source and rushed outside, Freohr following at a sedate pace. Han flicked through the cameras on a nearby console, "Oh, great, It's the Guavian Death Gang. Must have tracked us from Nantoon."

They started walking to the bridge, where the entrances to the ship were. Rey asked a few questions and the others answered them. Freohr faded as a Rathtar appeared behind Rey and Finn, scaring them from its cage. They exchanged a few more words then dropped down into the ducts.

The airlock opened up, revealing the Death Gang. They exchanged names, then Han asked questions. Bala-Tik responded. Han responded to his comments, then asked a question. Bala-Tik replied to that with another question. Han responded. Bala-Tik said something else, Han responded quickly, the Bala-Tik responded, nodding over to the opening airlock.

Han looked over to the opened airlock. Freohr started ignoring them, it was getting boring. They continued trading words, then Bala-Tik said something, "That BB unit. The First Order is looking for one just like it." He paused. BB-8 hid behind Han's legs, "And three fugitives."

"First I've heard of it," Han replied.

A few seconds passed where the Kandiklub said words to each other and a few men moved out. A few tense seconds passed, then orange-yellow lights turned on and roaring was heard. "I got a bad feeling about this," Han muttered.

"Kill them, and take the droid!" Bala-Tik shouted, pointing his blaster at Han, only for a Rathtar to appear behind them and start attacking.

The area burst into chaos as the Rathtars attacked, one attacking Kandiklub, the other rolling towards Han and Chewbacca. The two of them ran past Freohr, trying to escape the creature. The beast slammed against an unseen wall that appeared in front of Freohr, who was barely a foot from it. He smiled, then pushed the beast away, making it roll a different direction. Looking back at Han and Chewbacca, he offered, "Run?" they agreed and started running.

Making their way past a thug, which Han knocked out, they navigated the corridors towards the Millennium Falcon. As they reached the door to the bay, it closed blocking them off. "I'll get the door, you hold them off," Han ordered.

Chewbacca started shooting at the thugs and hit one, killing him. The other came out of hiding and shot, but it fizzled harmlessly on Freohr's shield. Freohr returned fire and hit him in the head with his pistol, killing him. Freohr shot him again for good measure. Turning around, he shot the control pad, opening up the door. Han blinked, but moved quickly, not questioning it.

They rushed out into the bay, meeting up with Rey and Finn. "Come on, then, let's get this show on the road," Freohr urged, running into the ship.

The rest got up in there with him, along with a shot Wookie. Freohr looked at Chewbacca confusedly, but gave up. Rey and Han moved into the cockpit, along with Freohr, who sat in one of the chairs behind them. They conversed with each other, starting up the ship when a Rathtar attacked the cockpit, trying to bite through it, making Rey yelp.

Han muttered something and they started the hyperspace travel start up. It stalled, Rey pointed something out and Han rolled his eyes and pressed it, launching them into hyperspace- forcing the attacking Rathtar off.

Rey was surprised at how cold space was; granted, she should've expected it, but after the adrenaline and fear had ran out, she was cold. She shivered again, trying to ward it off. She had come from a warm planet, Jakku, and never really felt the absence of heat; of course, the nights were cold, but you could always find a trace of heat somewhere- in the ship, you couldn't find a hint of heat.

She looked up a Freohr, who was standing there silently, like a warrior of old, and asked, "How are you not cold?"

He tapped his armor. "No heat in, no cold in. Right warm or cold at time," he answered.

She nodded, then alarms started going off- She moved quickly, trying to find out what was happening. It was the compressor, she noticed. Quickly, she opened the hatch above her and started into the wiring, saying something along with Han.

She quickly found the area she was looking for and started undoing it. When she untangled them all, she pulled it out and held it up- the beeps stopped and a chime played up, the lights going blue again. "What'd you do?" Han asked.

"I bypassed the compressor," she said, a grin on her face.

Han looked at her. "Huh," he said after a moment.

Her grin fell as he moved out of his seat. A hand landed on her shoulder and she looked up to see Freohr without his helmet, smiling softly at her. "It okay. Han proud, just not know how to show."

"Proud?"

"Yes and no. Like proud, but not."

"Impressed, you mean."

He nodded, "Yes. Impressed. He only fly with Chewbacca- never with anyone else. It take lot to impressed him."

"Impress."

"Impress him." He nodded thoughtfully. "Come, let us join others."

"Okay," She replied and got out of her seat, following Freohr. For a madman and limited with words, he can be quite thoughtful sometimes.

"So, fugitives, huh?" Han asked as they entered the main room.

"I," Freohr spoke a few words of his own language, "important," another word.

Han raised an eyebrow, "Very important person, huh?" he repeated.

"Yes," Freohr nodded.

"Wait, you can understand him?" Rey asked.

"Yeah, he's just speaking a different version of High Galactic. It's not that hard to understand," Han explained.

Rey gaped, "So, when BB-8 was translating for you, he was translating it to High Galactic?"

Freohr nodded.

"I've spent this entire time trying to understand you, and you just speak a different dialect of the same language?!"

Freohr nodded, shrugging.

Her shoulder's slumped, giving up on him. Shaking her head, she said, "The First Order wants the map to Skywalker. Finn's with the Resistance, I'm just a scavenger. Freohr is, well, I don't know, what are you?"

"Human. I use magic."

"Force. The ability you possess is called the Force. I used to not believe in it, but, well, I met Luke," Han corrected.

"Force, then. I use Force. But I came from not this galaxy."

"Not this galaxy, one of the outer galaxies maybe?"

He shook his head, "No. Memories fuzzy. Woke on Jakku- stayed there for years. Met Rey by chance."

Rey frowned, "How many years?"

"Dunno; hard to tell without seasons. Maybe ten? Maybe five?" he shook his head again.

"Several years ago, on Jakku, there were tales of a fearsome beast that attacked scavengers- were you that beast?"

He smiled, "Ah, learning Force. Hard part is control. Fell to Dark several times; I now keep it under check."

"You were!"

His smile only got wider.

Finn spoke up, "Uh, I'm totally lost here; can we get back to more sensible topics, like, say, the map to Luke Skywalker in the droid here?"

Rey shook her head, "Right, yeah. Sorry, got distracted."

"Alright, let's see what we got," Han said.

"Show," Freohr stated.

BB-8 beeped and rolled forward, then activated his hologram projector. A portion of a map appeared, with an orange line going through it all, pinpointing several worlds. Rey stared, her body moving of its own accord as she moved across the map, looking at each planet. She broke out of her trance when she heard a sharp intake of breath. Looking at Freohr, she saw him staring at a solar system with nine planets.

His hand rose shakily, touching one of the planets- the fourth one from its sun- and muttered, "Home."

"What?"

"Home. Earth. Terra. Sol System," Freohr answered breaking out of his own trance and pointed to each of the planets in turn, "Mercury, Venus, Earth or Terra, Mars. Asteroid belt here, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune? Uranus? I get these two mixed up," he motioned with his finger the two in right before the last. "Pluto- considered dwarf planet, but is actually not in my opinion."

"You want to go home, don't you," Han stated.

Freohr hesitated, then shook his head, "No. Not yet. Defeat First Order, then visit Sol System. See if anything has changed in years passed."

"Well okay then. We got someone to help us with this, that's fine with me," Finn said.

A sound beeped out on the nearby console. Han moved over to look at it and said, "Well, we're here. I know someone who'll help get this droid home." He moved away from the console and into the cockpit, the rest of them following him.

"Here? Where's- oh," Rey said, noticing the planet. A green and blue planet. Huh.

"Water. Blue is water," Freohr said, "Green is plants."

"Really?"

"Yes. Not all planets tan and sand."

"I knew that."

Freohr looked at her doubtfully, but let it sit. They broke atmosphere and Han guided the ship to a beach near a castle. After landing, Rey rushed outside to stare at the landscape, Freohr trailing after her amusedly- as well as BB-8. They stood there in silence for a bit, before Freohr spoke up, "It beautiful."

She nodded absently, "Yeah, it is."

"It been time last saw green or blue," he said, High Galactic and Basic mixing.

"The sands of Jakku are harsh," She replied.

Just then, Han came up to them, holding a blaster. He lifted it up to Rey, "You might need this," He suggested.

"I can handle myself," She argued.

"I know, that's why I'm giving it to you." He held out the blaster to her, "Take it." she did, and held it out in front of herself, pointing at an invisible enemy. "Do you know how to work it?"

"Yeah, you point and pull the trigger."

"A little bit more to it than that," Han said, pulling her arm down. "You got a lot to learn."

Rey looked at the blaster; it was simple in design- not that she really knew how blasters were supposed to look- and had grey casing all around it. The handle was a black-brown color, as well as the tip of the blaster. It was more square than Freohr's blaster, but looked less fancy than his.

"You got a name?" Han asked after a bit. Rey looked at him, didn't he already know it? Or did he not pay attention?

"Rey," She answered.

"Rey," He repeated. "Well, Rey, I'm thinking about bringing on some more crew; a second mate, someone to help out, someone who could keep up with Chewie and me and appreciates the Falcon," He continued.

Rey got in front of him, "Are you offering me a job?" she asked, thinking about it.

"I wouldn't be nice to ya. Doesn't pay much."

"You're offering me a job," She confirmed.

"I'm thinking about it."

She thought it over, but Freohr's hand landed on her shoulder. She looked over at him, his brown eyes boring into her, "Take it. Han good man. Jakku may be home, but is it real home?"

"I-" she started.

"Think on it. Decide when we come back." he looked at Han and spoke to him for a bit in High Galactic.

Han finally nodded, "Okay, I agree. Think on it, Rey, you can decide when we come back." He looked back to where Chewbacca and Finn were just coming out of the ship, "Chewie, check on the ship as best you can." He turned back around and lowered Rey's pointed pistol, "Don't point that at anything- even when safety's on."

He moved past and they- Rey, Han, Finn, BB-8, and Freohr- made their way to the castle. "So what exactly are we doing here?" Finn asked.

"Finding a new ship; specifically one that's not tagged. If me and Chewie could pick it up on our scanners, the First Order's not going to be very far behind." He glanced back at the assembled group, "If we want to get BB-8 to the Resistance, Maz Kanata's our best hope."

The looked up at the various banners that adorned the top of the castle, as well as the statue of someone with their arms held out, holding up even more banners. Han gave off some more warnings before he reached the steps. The rest of the group glanced at each other- Freohr didn't, as he had his helmet on- warily, before following Han up the steps to the castle. Entering in, they were assaulted by various sounds and smells, each one varying degrees of good or bad.

Following the smuggler in, a voice called up beyond the rest, "Han Solo!"

Everybody and everything went quiet, Freohr reached for his blaster before Han called back, "Hey, Maz!"

As Maz made her way towards them, sound slowly returned to the cantina-castle. Maz, in all her short glory, marched up to Han and poked his chest, "Where's my boyfriend?" She asked without preamble.

Han pointed at the door, "He's working on the Falcon."

"I like that Wookie." She took a look at the rest of them, looking more intent on Freohr than the rest of them, before looking back at Han, "I assume you need something. Desperately." She waved her hand, "Let's get to it." and walked off.

They glanced at each other again, before following. They walked through the cantina before finding a fairly secluded spot to talk, before Han explained the situation, the rest of them throwing in something in from time to time. When they were done, Maz looked at them, "You're saying this droid," She motioned at BB-8, "Has a map to Luke Skywalker." She looked at Han and gave a brief chuckle, "You are right back in the mess."

"Maz," Han implored, "We need you to get this droid back to Leia."

Maz gave a considering look, "Hmm. No." Finn looked back at her from where he was looking around and Rey paused in her eating. Freohr stood still, bored. "You've been running away from this fight for too long, Han," Maz continued, then spoke a few words that Rey didn't understand, "Go home!"

"Leia doesn't want to see me," he argued, then went to the food.

"Please," Finn spoke up, "We came here for your help."

"What fight?" Rey asked, leaning closer.

"The only fight: against the Dark Side. Through the ages, I've seen evil take many forms: The Sith, the Empire; today, it's the First Order. Their shadow spreading across the galaxy. We must face them. Fight them. All of us."

Finn leaned forward, "There is no fight against the First Order," he begun, before Freohr whacked him. He looked up, "What was that for?" he demanded.

"There is always a fight against the Dark," Freohr spoke, taking off his helmet and setting it on the table. "I fought against it and won." As he said this, Rey saw his eyes turn a sickly yellow and light seemed to shy away from him. "I now control it the same as I do the Light." It faded away and the light seemed drawn to him. "How do you think the Sith were defeated? The Empire? Was it by people who were cowering away from a fight? Too scared to do anything?" He shook his head. "No, it was by people who stood up against the rule; people who were not afraid to get down and dirty to free the world. The Sith by the once-great Jedi, the Empire by Luke Skywalker and the Rebel Alliance. And now, by us and the Resistance." He looked straight into Finn's eyes, "Now tell me, defector, do you have what it takes, or will you cower behind walls?" Freohr's eyes unfocused and he relaxed into a state of boredom again.

Maz chuckled as the rest of them processed his words, trying to figure out what he said in a mixture of Basic and High. "Oh, I didn't think you could talk! Now tell me, how did you come across Shadow Trooper armor? Hmm?"

"Found it in the wastes of Jakku. In the remains of Star Destroyers that weren't stripped by scavengers."

"Oh, interesting." She picked up the helmet, "You know this would fetch a pretty price-"

Freohr interrupted her, "Not for sale. As it happens, I rather like this armor."

"Ah, of course, can't blame me for trying."

Freohr smiled wanly at her, "At least it's getting use rather than sitting in some random rich person's mansion and collecting dust."

"Too true," She agreed.

"I choose to run," Finn said, finally figuring out his words, then standing up and moving.

"Finn!" Rey called, going after him.

"Well, isn't someone amused," Maz commented.

Freohr shook his head, "No matter how much I try to change, some things always stay the same."

"Oh? And that Party trick-" she stopped as Freohr's eyes grew sickly yellow and darkness coalesced around him.

"It was not party trick. I am evenly balanced in Dark and Light. I am Je'daii. The Jedi of old were old, stagnant bastards who grew too accustomed to peace, so that Anakin Skywalker was the force's answer to change. Then the Empire took over, then Luke Skywalker was the Force's answer to change. To be fair, they did build a giant satellite that destroyed planets with one blast. Then built a second one when the first one blew up." He tilted his head, "Do you think the Emperor was compensating for something? Probably was; he didn't look too good in his later years."

The two of them gave Freohr weird looks, which he just shrugged off and dispelled his control of the Dark Side. "To be fair, there comes a few adverse side effects when I'm maintaining a conscious control over the Dark. Pretty sure that was one of-" he cut off and unfocused his eyes, staring at something only he could see. "Hey, Maz, you might want to go check on something."

"What do you-" She stopped when she heard something. "I'll go check," She said and moved off. Freohr followed. "What do you know about her?" She asked as they walked towards the basement.

"Scavenger. Abandoned at a young age at Jakku, she grew up scavenging parts in the old Star Destroyers. I probably've saw her a few times while I was exploring, but I was still getting used to my surroundings to care. Met her not too long ago and we escaped with Finn on the Millennium Falcon and subsequently got caught by Han. Finally made our way here, and now she wants to get back to Jakku. Dunno why, that place's a dump."

"We all form attachments to familiar surroundings when we're young; she probably just wants to go back to the only home she knew."

Freohr nodded silently. They descended the stairs in silence, and reached the bottom right as Rey fell back into the hallway. Maz rushed forward and started talking to Rey.

"I shouldn't've gone in there," Rey said as Maz approached; it was a bad idea, she thought to herself, things like that never were.

"That lightsaber was Luke's," Maz said, slightly out of breath, "And his father's before him, and now it calls to you."

"I have to get back to Jakku." Rey replied.

Maz sighed and took off her goggles, "The Je'daii told me," Maz said, taking Rey's hand. Rey kneeled so she was eye-level with Maz. "Dear child," Maz began, "I see your eyes, they already know the truth. Whoever you're waiting for on Jakku, they're never coming back." Rey knew this, but still shed a tear; it was one thing to subconsciously know it, it was another to hear it said bluntly. "But," Maz continued, gaining Rey's attention, "there's someone who still could."

Rey glanced back at Freohr, who had approached while they talked, who shook his head. It was not him. She realized something; it was the one person they were looking for, "Luke," she answered softly.

"The longing you seek is not behind you, it is ahead. I am no Jedi, or Je'daii, but I know the Force. It moves through and surrounds every living thing." Maz closed her shrunken eyes, "Close your eyes," She implored of Rey, "Feel it. The light; it's always been there. It will guide you."

"Rey," Freohr spoke up, "do it. Close your eyes," He repeated Maz's words, "it is there, at the edge." He spoke briefly to Maz in High Galactic, "at the edge of your mind," he finished. "Open yourself to it, and feel the Force rushing through you." he kneeled down to Rey, laying a gloved hand on her shoulder, "Like a light in the dark, it will guide you. Like a fire in the midst of cold, it will warm you. Embrace it. Know it. Feel it."

"I-I don't-" she began.

"You do not have to take the lightsaber; but know, the Force will always be there. It is an eternal companion."

"I have to go." She stood up and nearly ran out of the basement.

Freohr called out to her before she left, "Don't forget to turn off the safety!"

Rey didn't look back as she ran from the castle and into the woods. Maz looked at Freohr, who smiled wanly, "I'll take care of the saber until she's ready- go up to the rest of them, something's going to happen soon."

Maz searched his eyes before nodding and moving away. Sighing, Freohr stood up and moved into the storage area. He opened up the crate and looked at the lightsaber. "Oh, and he's going to finally become a true Jedi," voice spoke.

"Shut up, Kenobi, we all know that you don't need a lightsaber to become a Jedi."

"But it is the signature weapon of a Jedi," another added.

"Yeah, well, how do you feel about me using your old one?" Freohr asked, looking back at the Force-ghost of Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi, looking like they did in their Clone Wars days.

"I hope it serves you well," Anakin answered cheekily.

"As do I; I'm gonna need it." Freohr looked up, "Speaking of," he trailed off, an explosion shaking the building. Looking back down at the lightsaber, he grabbed it and moved out of the room, "Well, it's time for me to shine."

Telekinetically lifting BB-8 up the stairs, Freohr reached the main floor, where the patrons where running around wildly. Looking down at the droid, he said, "BB, stay with Han, with him you'll get plot armor and won't get destroyed; leave it up to me to get you unnoticed. But until then, stay with Han."

Summoning his helmet to him, he put it on and ran outside. "Look out, look out, guess who's gonna-" He jumped into the air as the TIE Fighters made another run, "cut you guy's in half!" he sliced down with the ignited lightsaber, cutting off a wing of a TIE, causing it to spiral out of control.

Rey ran through the forest, hearing the roaring of the TIEs and explosions. Hearing a nearby voice, she turned and saw a Stormtrooper, pulling out the blaster pistol Han gave to her, she remembered Freohr's seemingly random words and turned off the safety before firing at the trooper. He fell to the ground, not knowing what hit him. She looked at it in awe before turning towards the slowly crumbling ruins of Maz's castle- despite Freohr's efforts to counter it- and fired at another Trooper, also killing them.

The trooper next to them turned when he saw his partner crumble and saw Rey fire at him, but miss. He fired a few shots- missing as well- before he commed to his squad leader that he was pursuing someone, giving details as he chased her. His leader relayed it to Kylo Ren, and Ren commanded that the rest of his squad- and another squad- to accompany him to capture the girl.

Rey shot the trooper that was following her, then crouched to take cover behind some rocks. She quickly moved on, hearing distant sounds of fighting. Crouching close to a tree, she heard the sound of something igniting- similar to what she heard in the vision. She looked around for the source, seeing nothing but trees and rocks. Moving back, she hid in the little crevice of rock, keeping a look out. She heard the waving sound of something and a black figure with a red lightsaber- similar to the one in her vision- appeared. She fired off several shots, each one deflected by the saber.

She fired several more shots at the slowly approaching figure before scrambling up out of the crevice. She fired more shots at the black robed person, the ones that neared hitting him being deflected, before they held out their hand, making her freeze with her blaster pistol pointed downwards. She tried struggling, to no avail. The person slowly approached, then stopped, saying, "The girl I heard so much about." Their voice heavily modulated behind their mask.

They slowly approached, their saber humming ominously in the background, before they circled around her. "The droid," They said again, and the lightsaber rose up to her face, "where is it?"

"I don't know," She answered honestly- last time she saw BB-8 was when he was with Freohr.

They circled back around and held his hand to her face, "The map- you've seen it," they spoke. She tried resisting, but failed.

A voice intruded, "Sir! Resistance fighters! We need more troops."

"Pull the division out. Forget the droid- we have what we need," the person answered, before Rey's world went dark.

"Well, isn't this a spunky little meeting!" Freohr called out as he directed the TIE he had taken over to fire at some of the others.

Over the communications on the TIE, Poe Dameron's voice answered, "If this is what you call 'spunky' I don't want to know what you call 'fun'!"

"Eh, fun's a bit more complicated." he tapped a few more controls on the TIE, "Alright, ejecting now, I'm done here." he jumped out as the TIE Fighter crashed into some retreating Stormtroopers. He rolled with the landing and jumped over rubble and landed on the other side of the troops that were escorting Kylo Ren and Rey. Igniting the lightsaber, he called, "I'm looking forward to a match, Ren! There's a few things I've been wanting to test out!"

Kylo Ren glanced back at the figure that was in a three-point landing pose, with a blue lightsaber extended out behind him. "I doubt it will be a challenge," he answered, before entering the ship fully, Rey still in his arms.

Freohr grappled two of the Stormtroopers with the Force before they could enter, then ragdolled them towards the rising ship, making them thump against the hull. He stood there for a bit, before he started laughing. Once he finished, he ignored Finn's rant about how he let Rey get captured- he didn't really understand most of the words Finn used, anyway, and instead started scavenging the bodies off the dead Stormtroopers.

As he searched through the bodies, he found several energy packs for standard-issue F-11Ds and a few for his own blaster pistol, and a few riot shields that some of the Stormtroopers used. Searching some more, he found the body of TR8R and the weapon he used, commenting, "Ooh, I'm keeping this." and grabbed the holster for it, strapping it to his leg armor and holstering it.

Looking up as he heard the sound of an approaching ship, he joined up with Finn, Han, and Chewie as the watched it land. The doors opened up and a contingent of Resistance soldiers rushed out, followed by a golden droid with a red arm and an old woman- Leia Solo (Organa, if you wanted to be technical.)

As soon as C-3P0 saw Han, he started chatting wildly, only to be pushed away. Freohr leaned over to the empty air next to him and whispered, "Did you program him to be so chatty?"

"I was very lonely as a child," Anakin's voice answered back, "Despite the friends I made then."

Freohr grabbed 3P0 with the Force and dragged him over, letting Han and Leia have their moment. "Oh! Who are you?" 3P0 asked Freohr, seeing the Shadow Trooper armor on him.

"Freohr," he answered back.

The droid was about to say something, but then Leia called over to them, "And who are you two?"

"I am Freohr, Madame Leia. A freelance scavenger from Jakku."

Finn glanced at Freohr, "F-Finn," he introduced himself.

She nodded, then beckoned them aboard the ship. The rest of the Resistance troops arrived back and they took off once the doors closed. Freohr felt the shuddering of the ship as it launched into hyperspace.

Decided I should update another story. So you got this. Bye now.

Rees in broken Basic about typos and errors