Zer0: I know what you all are thinking.

Bio: What in the hell are you guys cooking up now?

Zer0: As you can guess by the title, it's obvious. But for others reason, Bio play the music.

(Playing Star Wars OST - Main Title)

Zer0: STAR WARS!

Bio: STAR WARS!

Zer0/Bio: STAR WARS!

Zer0: But this time, it's the Sequel Trilogy! WOO!

Bio: Now some of y'all might be getting warning bells in your head. Sequel Trilogy? Why would you write about that?

Zer0: IS it because the one ran by Disney is nothing but a rewrite?

Bio: A SJW propaganda film?

Zer0: Third Wave Feminism with bad writing?

Bio: Real stereotypical shit when you really look into it? (Finn being called a thief within his first meeting Rey because BB told her he stole his bro's jacket, kinda racist when you really think about it)

Zer0: Answer: YES. Don't get us wrong we are…excited? Maybe along the lines of interested for the final episode. Albeit worried.

Bio: I never thought one could do the Senate wrong. But I'm worried this might do it.

Zer0: Now if you are a fan of the Sequel trilogy that is fine. We liked the Force Awakens when it first came out…then you watch it again and see its flaws. And the Last Jedi…..Yeah fuck that.

Bio: I can still hear the arguments over that movie.

Zer0: Now you're wondering what is gonna make this story so different? Well the answer is that not entirely different….I would say done…..better...Maybe right is the answer I am looking for.

Bio: What he means to say is unlike our corporate overlords, we actually have a plan for our take on this trilogy.

Zer0: We want to remind people this is Star Wars, not a Signal Flag for Progressive types. This is a Fantasy/Sci-Fi world…..there's fucking dragon in this series for crying outloud. Anyways, what will be done differently are the main characters. Who they are? Bio let's show them.

Bio: Yeah.

Zer0: Ladies, Gentlemen, Other species and fans of Star Wars. We present to you…..

Bio: Our take on a series we love with just as much passion as the rest of the fans…..

Zer0/Bio: Star Wars: A Spark of Light.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away….

(Play Star Wars OST - Main Title)

STAR

WARS

Episode VII

A SPARK OF LIGHT

Peace has been broken! It has been 30 years since the end of the Galactic Civil War and the death of the Emperor. In this peace came the New Republic, but the ashes of the Empire have assembled into the sinister FIRST ORDER.

At the same time, Luke Skywalker has vanished. Concerned for her brother's well-being, Leia Organa does everything she can to find him, while also leading a brave RESISTANCE to combat the growing threat of the First Order.

As this conflict brews, a small, but brave group of smugglers make their way toward Jakku, unaware that both parties had sent agents there in search of something that could change the fate of the galaxy...

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Western Reaches, Inner Rim

The stars were quiet amidst the Western Reaches, not a sight to be seen. Then, the telltale sound of a ship coming out of hyperspace was heard as a small ship appeared amongst the stars. This ship was heavily modified YT-2400 Light Freighter, one double laser cannon on each side of the ship. The ship was entirely red to match that of a Red Star, with a Twi'lek wearing armor nose art hung on the side, though parts of the ship looked like it had seen some damage.

This ship was known by one name: the Crimson Goddess. To some, it was one of the fastest ships in the galaxy, to others, it was a beauty of engineering. And to some…

"What a piece of junk!"

The voice belonged to a young man, a Mandalorian to be exact, with brown eyes, tan skin, and a black tattoo on the right side of his neck, forming the symbol of a Mythosaur skull. He had brown hair that went to his neck that he scratched with one hand, while scratching the scar of a claw mark on the left side of his face with the other. He was garbed in standard armor for a bounty hunter, but the components of his arm and chest armor were covered in beskar steel, gained over a multitude of jobs and several trips to a forge. This was Rhasar, a bounty hunter and master of arms aboard the ship.

As for why he made such an exclamation, he was in the middle of making improvised repairs to a nearby wall covering the inner wiring of the ship. Currently, those repairs weren't going as well as he'd like, judging from the sparks flying off the walls. "Ya couldn't have sent the droid to fix this?!" He shouted at the ceiling. His question was answered by what sounded like a mix between a raspy hiss and a guttural growl, the trademark sound of a Trandoshan.

"You think I'd trust that twitchy scrap bucket to fix anything?" The grainy voice continued, said voice belonging to a male Trandoshan, his scaly skin colored green. He was garbed in standard gear for a pilot, tailor made to fit his Trandoshan form, that of a black jumpsuit with the sleeves torn off, as well as red highlights along the sides, and a pair of goggles hung loosely around his neck. This was Arthon Karizz, one of the pilots of the ship, also doubling as the crew's occasional muscle. He growled again, flipping several switches in the cockpit. "I'm surprised we even survived that jump. Your contact didn't exactly help us on that job, Karine. Now we've got a disrupted fuse in our wiring, a damaged hull, and a blown out hyperdrive." He snarled, his right eye flicking over to watch his fellow pilot. "It'll be a wonder if we're ever allowed on Ord Mantell again after this." He muttered to himself.

"I think everyone is forgetting I had no idea Bounty Hunters were gonna be there, and they were there for both our Captain and Master of Arms over there." Replied a red skinned Twi'lek who tweaked with the controls. Like her co-pilot she wore pilot garb that fit her tail like head with flames on the helm. It mainly consisted of a grey shirt with black vest, and brown pants. "I'm the only reason we got out of those Space Storm…..oh and because Damien got us out with those freaky powers. Oh, and Rhasar, I swear by the moon of Pantora if you break something back there I'm kicking you off this ship!"

"Relax, Tails! I got a decent amount of it fixed, but we're gonna need a better set of hands for it to be fully functional again." Rhasar said, wiping some sweat off his face, before picking up his weapons, a pair of old, but still functional WESTAR-34 blaster pistols, and an EE-3 carbine rifle, and strapping them to their respective holsters, having dropped them in order to free his hands for the impromptu repair, followed by him grabbing his helmet, a brand new Mandalorian helmet, freshly forged from beskar steel he had attained on Ord Mantell. "And don't call them bounty hunters. They ceased to be worthy of that title when they violated the Code by interfering in our job. And I'll make sure the Guild knows full well of that fact when I contact them." Rhasar gritted his teeth as he spoke the last part, slipping his helmet on. Arthon gave a hiss at that.

"You made your point...guess we can't kick him out yet, Karine. Besides, I doubt we'd be able to find anyone else as well-versed in the workings of the Bounty Hunter's Guild out here." He said, before entering some coordinates on the navicomputer. "Well, we've got enough fuel to land on a nearby planet...Jakku." He said, a growl following his words.

"Jakku? You gotta be kidding me." Rhasar muttered, taking a seat behind Arthon. "That place is nothing but desert, and the people there are a bunch of scrappers who will just as soon kill you and steal your parts, mechanical or otherwise." He warned.

"The population size currently stands in the dozens, if more." A mechanical voice states as everyone turns around to see an IG Magnaguard walk from the shadows. This Magnaguard is not exactly in one piece, most of its platings were melted together from other droid parts. "The populace is highly docile if we keep distance. I suggest we throw the Trandoshan at them, Trandoshans are good for meat shields."

"Maybe we should tear this scrap bucket apart, and sell him to the locals. Should keep them off our backs for a time." Arthon sneered at the droid.

"Permission to skin the Trandoshan, Karine?"

"Permission denied, enough you two or I will send you both in cargo crates." Karine warned. Arthon merely hissed before flipping more switches.

"He started it." He muttered with a snarl.

"We need to focus, not only are we low on fuel but supplies too. Damien what's the cal…..Of course." Karine mutters seeing that their Captain was not on the bridge with them. "Rhasar."

"Oh, it's always me who's gotta get him. Can't send the droid or yourself or Scales to do it. Always me." Rhasar muttered, followed by a small bit of curses in Mando'a. Karine didn't retort, she simply hit the top of the ceiling which caused a bit of it to shake before a piece fell off hitting the Mandalorian's head, though considering he had donned his helmet, it merely bounced off.

"Oopsies, wrong button." Karine said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Damn Twi'leks." Rhasar muttered, annoyed all the same as he made his way to the Captain's quarters.

(Captain Quarters)

"Run! Run like you always have!"

"NO!"

"Damien?!"

"GAH!" Damien jumped from his bed, beads of sweat rolled down his cheek, the Captain scanned his room only to realize he was just back in his room on the Goddess.

"Damien? You there? Don't make me break the door down again!" Rhasar's voice echoed outside.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm awake, give me a minute." The young man said ruffling his raven hair. Standing up he walked over to the closet and started putting on his clothes. The teen was in his late teens, standing at the same height of Rhasar, with his raven hair tied in a pony tail, and deep brown eyes.

"Yeah, well, we're gonna be landing on a nearby planet to refuel, probably make some actual repairs while we're at it." Rhasar relayed.

"What's the planet?" Damien asked as he slipped on his pants followed by his shirt. Once he was done he looked at his clothes in the mirror. Covering his clothes was a brown trench coat, grey boots, and a cowboy hat. His choice of weapon was a WESTAR-35 Blaster that Rhasar gave him.

"Jakku. Quite possibly one of the worst places to go in the galaxy."

"Jak-what? Oh right, Jakku...another desert planet in the middle of nowhere space.. I hate desert planets." Damien muttered as he opened his door, the Captain walked past the Mandalorian and both walked towards the bridge. "How many credits do we have?"

"I think you mean how many we don't have, considering the costs we're gonna be paying for repairs." Rhasar said. "I'll be surprised if we still have even a little when all's done." He said. "Really hope the Guild makes those damn bantha-rats pay for interfering." He said. Damien rubbed his chin in deep thought, not noticing as he did a nearby wrench started floating and spinning in a circle, like someone was playing with it. As the two walked into the bridge Karine noticed the spinning wrench, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, Damien?" The Captain looked up at his pilot, seeing she was pointing at something, he looked and saw the floating wrench.

"Ah crap." Damien muttered as his mind cleared and the wrench landed in his hand.

"Hopefully we can get a solid couple jobs to get more credits...those idiots cost me a supply of beskar. Only managed to get my helmet from this batch." Rhasar muttered as they approached the planet.

"Maybe we can find a few spare parts to sell, and from what I heard around the Inner Systems planets like this have junkyards filled with old ships: Tie Fighters, X-Wings, hell, maybe even some Star Destroyers. Be great to find some suitable droid parts, eh, IG? IG?" Karine turned around to see the droid staring at Damien, making her sigh. "No, IG he is not a threat. Remember, we don't kill our Captains even if they use the Force."

"Understood, Karine." IG states as he walks towards the wall and waits for his next command.

"And you wonder why I don't like him." Arthon said, a growl following his words.

"Regardless of that, let's try and get our stuff settled and leave. Been hearing a lot of chatter from the Guild lately. First Order and Resistance folks have been poking around this system lately. Being in territory with them is bad for business." Rhasar said. Damien's mind wandered to the mention of the First Order: A powerful faction born from the ashes of the Galactic Empire thirty years ago. Damien was born about a decade or so after the end of the Empire…..at least he believes he was, the last thing Damien remembers is waking up on the beach and helped by some smugglers. They taught him everything he knows about smuggling, and for six years he's done a pretty good job staying alive and it's all thanks to his team. However, it could all crumble if he wasn't careful; after all, he wasn't exactly normal like the others. He could use something not many could.

The Force.

He doesn't know much about it, other from what others say and it isn't much. Something Jedi used during the time before the Empire and after before they were destroyed by the First Order. Those who talk are taken in for questioning if they harbored Force Sensitives, like him, and are killed afterwards. He has never met another Force Sensitive like him, wondering if he should look out for others. He had to admit though, this was a great call for adventure. Rhasar voiced this many times but he shouldn't draw attention to himself with the Force, and adventures are just things a kid wants before they become adults: Pointless. Damien thought differently, he wanted the adventure: Traveling, fighting the bad, and saving the damsel in distress. Maybe on his adventure he will finally have the answers he needs.

"Great. People who view those in our line of work as pure scum who shouldn't be allowed to roam the galaxy." Arthon muttered, snapping Damien out of his thoughts. Though seeing Arthon wasn't talking to him, Damien stared out in space longing for a call, or something.

"Are you talking about the First Order or the Resistance?" Karine asked.

"Is there a difference?" Arthon asked. Rhasar simply shook his head before noticing Damien's long gaze into the vacuum of space, something he does when no one is talking to him.

"You done waiting for the abyss to swallow you?" Rhasar asked, nudging Damien's shoulder. Damien turned to the Mandalorian with a grin, letting a chuckle out.

"Sorry, the Abyss promised beautiful Twi'lek girls if I followed."

"Careful. You'll boost Karine's ego if she hears you say that." Rhasar said.

"And...maybe a call." Hearing that made Rhasar groan in annoyance.

"This again? Damien, you gotta get the idea of a 'Call to adventure' out of your head and focus on staying alive." Rhasar said making Damien frown, but he said nothing in return.

"Alright. Let's take this girl down to the planet. And try not to cause too much of a ruckus, Arthon." Damien said as Karine piloted the ship down into the atmosphere.

"The Wookie had it coming!" Arthon shot back.

"He took a glance at you."

"Clearly, your feeble eyes don't understand the magnitude of words spoken from that glance. He challenged my honor." Arthon retorted, before snarling. "I showed him who was superior. Stupid flesh bag." He muttered the last part.

"We're coming in, brace yourselves." Karine warned as they entered the atmosphere of the planet. They were met by the endless sea of sand and wreckages of Star Destroyers. "Yes, now something good coming our way."

"For now." Damien thought as they flew to a nearby landing zone, which simply looked like a junkyard for ships. Landing the ship, albeit with a rocky one, Damien walked away and towards the openway to the sands of Jakku. Taking one step, Damien's nose was filled with hot metal and something that died.

"Ah, smells like a welcoming party…..Okay let's get some parts." Damien said as they all walked out of the ship.

"IG, stay on the ship. Don't need anyone freaking out over a IG Unit." Karine ordered.

"Understood."

"Normally, I'd say maybe leave Arthon with the ship, but I feel like if we left these two alone, we'd come back to the both of them dead." Rhasar said. Once they made their way into what appeared to be the Bazaar, Damien turned to his crew.

"Alright, let's split up and find what we need. Arthon, find some parts for the ship. Karine, find some parts for IG. Rhasar and I will find whatever else we will need for the trip back into the Inner Systems." Damien said, adjusting his hat.

"Sending me out into scrapper territory...should be fun." Arthon said, before leaving to procure transportation to the Ship Graveyard nearby.

"Try not to rip off one arm at least." Damien said knowing how Arthon can be with Scrappers….it can get bloody.

Arthon merely turned to show a toothy grin. "I make no promises. Especially given how...unpredictable scrapper behavior is." He said, before walking away. Karine waved them goodbye looking for the droid parts leaving the two alone.

"Alright, let's see what supplies we can get." Damien said walking into some random part of the Bazaar with Rhasar behind him. After some questioning from the locals, they learned that the only nourishment they had on this dead planet is Tuanulberry. Damien knew it was better than nothing, much to Rhasar's dismay of the edible, the Captain of the Crimson Goddess bought a few crates for them.

"Let's see…..One….Three….Five. Five Thousand credits left. Might be enough to buy a few parts here and there. Gonna need a new Hyperdrive." Damien said as he put the credits forward.

"Hopefully whatever Arthon finds out in the graveyard can give us enough extra credits to get what we need." Rhasar said, looking around the store. The two separated to find any parts, Damien picking up a ship engine part, admiring its design and wondering if it was of use. Suddenly, Damien didn't know why but he felt something, a pull you can say. Something was gripping at his chest and wanting to guide him toward somewhere to something or….someone? He placed the piece down and started walking through the bazaar ignoring the curses and scrappers speaking in different languages. He kept moving forgetting he forgot Rhasar behind as he looked for whatever the feeling was. He avoided any unwanted conflict with anyone until his eyes landed on someone...on her.

It was a girl. She seemed to be his age, wearing dusty old robes that hugged her body, and brown hair that was in a bun. She was sitting at a bench cleaning a piece of metal, a staff by her side. Damien had to admit she was one of the most beautiful women he has ever laid eyes upon. She didn't seem that offworld from her choice of clothes which made him think she was born here but that was just a feeling. Seeing she was having difficulty with a piece of rust he walked over to her.

"Sorry if I am bothering you." The girl looked up as Damien walked around the table and sat on the other side. "But I couldn't help but notice your annoyance on this spot, may I?" Damien asked, holding out his hand for the metal. The girl stared at him for a few seconds before hesitantly handing him the piece. Damien stared at the piece for a second before pulling out a vial of liquid, the girl looked at him with curiosity as he dabbled a bit on the rust. Taking her towel a single swipe and the rust was running off.

"Krayt Dragon Saliva mixed with Trandoshan Blood, my friend showed how it can get rid of the rust quicker. Pretty neat, huh?" Damien asked, handing the girl her piece. "Oh but where are my manners? Allow to introduce myself: Damien. Captain, Smuggler, and a good friend if need be. And what is your name?"

"...Rey." The girl, Rey, introduced herself as Damien offered his hand. She shook it as Damien smiled at her. Rey didn't really know why this stranger was helping her, he must be from off world because she had never seen him before. She still didn't like how nice he seemed and was slowly reaching for her staff just in case someone from behind was going to attack her.

"Nice to meet ya, Rey. Sorry I bothered you but a strange feeling told me I needed to help you." Damien said.

"A strange feeling?" Rey asked, confused. Damien realized it sounded weird and blushed in embarrassment, before he could say anything to explain his Mando companion spoke up.

"Well, I turn around for one minute, and you go off somewhere without me. Gotta say that's not sending the best message, Captain." A familiar filtered voice spoke, as Damien turned to see Rhasar approaching, the shiny reflection of his helmet a stark contrast to the rust and dirt of everything around them. Damien chuckled nervously as he scratched his neck, feeling his friend was probably glaring at him.

"Sorry Rhasar, I just had a funny feeling someone needed help." Damien said as they turned to Rey. "Rey, this is my friend-!"

"Associate."

"And an expert weaponist of my crew." Damien introduced as Rhasar nodded his head to the girl.

"I'm Rey." She said. Rhasar nodded.

"Who's your aliit?" He asked. Rey looked confused.

"My what?" She asked. Rhasar shook his head.

"Aliit. Mando'a. Means clan, family. That sort of thing." He said.

"Rhasar's a Mandalorian, if the armor didn't give it away." Damien explained patting the Mando's shoulder plate.

"I'd be surprised if Mandalorians actually ventured this far out in the galaxy. This ain't the best place to be." Rhasar said. Rey was about to ask more only for something to harshly hit her leg, looking over the three saw a Scrapper talking to Rey in a different language, but the three understood it simply as 'Hurry up or leave'. The Scrapper left and Rey kindly took the piece and nodded to the two.

"Thank you for cleaning my metal, but I need to go." Rey said turning and walking away, only to stop and look over her shoulder. "You said you had a feeling brought to me? What does that mean?"

"It's uh...It's a little hard to explain." Damien said now realizing how weird it sounded out loud. Rey understood and simply nodded back at them before leaving. Honestly Damien couldn't explain it, but he felt like that tug in his chest must have been the Force. Rhasar looked at Damien and noticed his small smile, one he doesn't make often except for one thing.

"Come on, we'd best get these supplies to the ship." He said, snapping Damien out of his stare. The Captain nodded as they left to find Karine, who was still in the droid section with a box of scraps in one arm.

"Find anything useful?" Damien asked as Karine turned to them.

"No IG unit parts, but some that will keep IG in one piece at least." Karine said rummaging through the box. "Anything from Arthon?"

"No, must be still looking in the graveyard. I'll go find him." Damien said walking away from the two. "You guys head back to the ship, we'll meet ya there if we find anything." Damien said as he jogged out of the Outpost and towards one of the nearest Star Destroyers. A few minutes of walking and he sees his Trandoshan friend searching through a large hole in the ship.

"Find anything?" The Force Sensitive asked now standing next to Arthon who had his flashlight pointed in the ship. He turned to glance at Damien for a second, his eyes covered by his goggles, before turning back to what he was doing.

"Scrappers cleared this place clean. Not much of use around here." He hissed. He turned off his light. "I've already checked the others. Same deal." He said. Damien sighed as the two turned and started walking back to the outpost.

"That's not good, the Hyperdrive won't be enough to get us to the Inner Systems." Damien said as they kicked some sand around.

"Perhaps the Force will guide us to a mysterious stash. Like it'd ever start going my way for once." Arthon snarled with disdain upon mentioning the Force. Damien let out a dry laugh, Arthon had a disbelief in the Force, or to be exact, he refused to believe in the spiritual side of it. It's not like Damien can blame him considering what he has been through, but Damien believed it was something more.

"One: I don't think that's how the Force works. Two: I wouldn't even know how to do that if it did work like that." Damien retorted as they made their way into the Outpost gates.

"Regardless...it's comforting, in a way." Arthon said, staring at the broken remains of the Star Destroyer. "Seeing this wreck...poking through its remains...is the closest I can get to payback against the First Order." He said. Damien noticed Arthon's distant look, knowing he was no doubt thinking of his past. Damien didn't push Arthon of his past and honestly it wasn't his to ask, Damien had no idea of what his is like so he shouldn't open old wounds from others. Placing a hand on the tall Trandoshans shoulder the two stared at each other as Damien smiled.

"Cheer up Arthon, I'm sure the Force will guide us to a Hyperdrive, I bet my lucky Droid part on it." Damien said reaching into his shirt and pulling a power spark from it, wrapped around his neck. It was the only thing he had from when he woke up on the beach. It was all he had from his past and he knew it went somewhere, he just needed to find it.

"When was the last time that actually worked?" Arthon asked. Damien shrugged before he heard chattering nearby. Looking over his shoulder he sees Rey standing near some stand with a large pale creature admiring her metal she cleaned. Walking over and ignoring Arthon's voice he stood close enough to hear the conversation.

"It's worth…. half portion."

Damien watched as the creature handed Rey half a portion cake. He looked at Rey and could see her features saddened. Walking over he used the Force to make the piece slowly but surely move over to the edge until it slipped off and landed in his hand. Rey, who was annoyed that she would go again with barely anything to eat from Unkar Plutt, before seeing Damien holding the piece of ship she cleaned. He stared at it while Rey noticed a large lizard-like creature walk behind him.

"Hey Arthon, think this is useful anywhere on the ship?" Damien asked, handing the Trandoshan the piece. He removed his goggles, and inspected the piece. He gave a hiss of approval.

"I might have a place for it." He said.

"That junk ain't yours, Trandoshan." Unkar growled, only to jump at Arthon's growl.

"I'd like to see you try and take it from me, Crolute. I assure you that it'd be a pleasure to feast on your corpse, flesh bag." He snarled. Seeing no one was going to stop them, Damien gestured Rey to follow as the two left. Honestly Rey had no idea why this guy was helping her, or who his new friend was, but she felt something tug in her chest to follow. Once they were out of reach Damien turned back smiling at Rey.

"What can I say except you're welcome." Damien said, taking a bow to the confused Scrapper. Rey was very confused once more, this random stranger appears in her life and all he has done is helped her twice in just a short time and not once has he asked something in return.

"Why? You don't know me, why help someone you never met?" Rey asked, genuinely confused by Damien's good nature. Damien stood up and rubbed his shoulder, seeing what she meant, but shrugging.

"It's just my nature, I just figured you might need some help. Besides, think of this as a I owe you now." Damien said. "We're not asking for money, but when we need help, we might need yours." The Captain said, tipping his hat to her.

"Are you offering me a job?" Rey asked, curious on what it could.

"Are you offering the flesh bag a job?" Arthon asked, worried at what could be running through Damien's mind. Damien hummed in deep thought wondering what they could need help on, before an idea popped in his head.

"Actually we need some...guidance of sorts."

"He's offering the flesh bag a job." Arthon muttered to himself.

"You know your way around here, Rey?" Damien asked, gesturing to the junkyard. "Do you know of any ships that haven't been scrapped?" Rey looked out to the junkyard, scanning the area before pointing east.

"Far beyond a couple ships you'll find a few that haven't been searched." Rey answered pointing to the ships out in the distance. Damien smiled before turning to Arthon with a shit-eating grin.

"Hey Arthon."

"I will eat you if you say it."

"..."

"..."

"...The Force guided us."

"I hate you." A loud growl followed this response. Damien chuckled before turning to Rey.

"Thanks Rey, and I saw how much they offered you." Damien said. "I was wondering if you would like to come on our ship and have dinner with us?"

"Seriously? You're offering the flesh bag our food now?" Arthon asked. As the two talked Rey was deep in thought, her stomach rumbled a bit at the thought of food. However, she turned to the horizon, where her home was. Despite the amazing offer she also didn't know if this was all a ruse to use her, just because he seemed nice could be a mask for all she knew. She also had something waiting back at her home.

Where they will come back.

"I'm sorry." Rey said, gaining their attention. "I appreciate the offer but I need to get back. Thank you again." With that Rey left leaving the two alone. Damien stared at her leaving form, wondering if he pushed too hard. He was just trying to be nice, maybe he shouldn't have asked.

"Well Arthon, the sun's still up, want to head back or?" Damien asked, pointing to the ship.

"We still have time. May as well poke around before scrappers come." Arthon said. Damien nodded as he patted the Trandoshan's back and they separated for the meantime, Arthon hoping to fix the ship and Damien hoping to come back with no trouble at all.

(Crimson Goddess)

Damien stirred some noodles with its pan, before flipping some Krayt meat. The Sun was setting and it was nearly time for dinner, and being the Captain it was his job to make sure everyone ate well so he also served as the cook for the crew. Rhasar was at the dinner table cleaning his blaster, helmet at his side while Karine was in her quarters fixing IG. Arthon was gone for a few hours but Damien knew he would be back anytime.

"Dinner will be done in a few, Krayt Meat and Naboo Ramen on the house." Damien said washing the cooking utensils. Karine entered at that moment sniffing the delicious food before noticing Rhasar cleaning his weapons.

"Really? On the dinner table?"

"Are you seriously griping about that?" The Mandalorian asked, holstering his now clean weapon.

"Yes! The last thing I need on my plate is a piece of rust." Karine growled, sitting down and tossing a piece of metal at Rhasar helmet.

"Good for you, Tails. I was done with my routine, anyway. Are you happy now?" Rhasar asked mockingly. Hearing a small chuckle the two turned to Damien hiding his smile.

"What?" They both asked, the Captain wiping his nose standing straight.

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to know when the wedding was gonna be?" Damien asked, his smile getting bigger.

"I will shoot you if you say something like that again." Rhasar said. The sound of growling caught their attention and the three saw Arthon walk in with a box of scraps.

"Anything?" Damien asked as Arthon placed the box on a nearby counter. The Trandoshan removed his goggles and splashed his face with water from the sink.

"Nothing important enough to keep the ship in one piece." Arthon said.

"I'm sure you and Karine can figure something out, in the meantime." Damien pulled out the dishes of dinner. "Who's hungry?"

After the group ate and bickered, mainly Rhasar and Karine, Damien finished the dishes and went outside. He climbed out of the hatch and laid down on the roof of the ship. Damien stared at the beautiful night sky, always amazed no matter what planet he was, the Galaxy was a beautiful place. He reached into his shirt and pulled out the piece of droid, wondering if he ever would find it. He looked back into space as he felt the Force flow through him as he reached out, trying to understand it. He was not a master in any regard, floating a few small objects here and there, convincing a few minds but nothing else. He wondered if he would ever find someone else like him, maybe one day. His mind wandered back to Rey, his heart seemed to beat faster thinking about her. A small crush maybe? Who knows, but he felt a connection, like they were interlinked somehow.

"You're messing with the paint, you know." Rhasar said. Damien looked to his right to see the Mandalorian climb out of the hatch and walked over to him and lay down staring at the stars. The two enjoy the silence for different reasons: Damien because of its beauty, Rhasar without his helmet, because it was quiet to think and not hear hissing or bickering. Oh, that was a relief.

"It's beautiful, ain't it?" Damien asked, hearing Rhasar's plates run against the ship.

"It's no Mandalore, but it's something." Rhasar said.

"I know you never like talking about it, but I'm glad you still love your home." Damien said smiling at his friend (Associate).

"Love is a strong word. My appreciation for my people is a lot more...loose. I'll never forget them, but I sure as hell don't wanna go back to them." He said. Rhasar had his reasons for leaving Mandalore, and it was his own and no one else needed to know, not even Damien. He looked over at the teen, in his eyes the kid was naive, really naive. He was too nice in a Galaxy full of dirt bags, but maybe…..maybe that's what made the kid unique. Rhasar wasn't afraid to deck him a few times if needed.

"Well at least you remember them." Damien said, which got a snort from Rhasar. What he would do to get his memories back…..but he has no idea how.

"I remember them, all right. I remember them abandoning me." He said. He looks over to see Damien staring at his little lucky part. He doesn't get why Damien cares so much of his past, if he had the chance he would forget all about the past. "I honestly envy you. Not having to live with the knowledge of who you were before...there's days where I'd rather forget what my life was like back on Mandalore." He said. Damien sighed as he twirled the piece in his hand, something he does on instinct.

"You say that now, but you'll come to hate it." Damien mutters loud enough for the Mando to hear.

"I don't know. With memories like mine, I've come to hate them." Rhasar said. He turned his head to look at Damien. "Why do you want to know so badly anyway? For all you know, you could've been the galaxy's number one psychopath before this."

"Maybe. I don't know. Don't get me wrong being with you guys, a smuggler crew….even a family really. It's fun and all….."

"But?"

"But I feel like something is missing. Like why do I have the Force? How did I end up on that beach? Who am I?" Damien asked, as Rhasar looked back up. Rhasar stared at the kid, he didn't believe Damien didn't have a lot on his plate, despite being naive he still didn't deal with the kind of stuff Rhasar did on Mandalore. Maybe he is wrong though, wouldn't be the first time. "And besides wouldn't it be so much fun to go on an adventure, it's where the heroes of old start off, the call of an adventure."

"Yeah, and that's all they were, stories. Besides it's not worth the attention, especially when you don't even know where to start. In my experience, not all questions have good answers." Rhasar said.

"So is this suppose to be my life? A smuggler with abilities I can never understand? To be moving spice from one planet to the next? With a crew who either argues and no doubts what to kill each other?" Damien asked. He cared about them like friends should, but this can't be everything he has in life, it has to be more.

"Yeah. And the sooner you make peace with it, the sooner we keep on living." Rhasar said, Damien didn't respond, he just sat in silence as the two stared back up at the stars, before finally Rhasar patted Damien on the chest.

"Well, I'm off to bed. Best make your decision. Not like you're holding our lives in your hands or anything." He said, before walking off, Damien giving him a small glare before smiling.

"Good night, Rhasar." Damien said before he actually looked back. "Hey!"

"What?" Rhasar asked looking back up with his head poking out.

"Whatever happened in the past, doesn't stop the fact that you are part of this crew…..and my friend." Rhasar said nothing at first, before sighing and leaving. He still thought Damien was naive, but he also saw that Damien had potential to be more…..he just wouldn't say it out loud. Damien turned back to the stars, staring up in wonder, why below him Arthon and Karine bickered about how the ship should be fixed. He needed something more, something adventurous, a call or awakening or something. Something that was the key to his past.

"I just wish I knew mine."

Zer0: And that is it for the Prologue. It's not very long but it's a first chapter, we're not gonna spend fifty pages. This is like twenty pages on Google Docs.

Bio: Hope you guys enjoyed what we've done. Now, you're probably wondering some things. Mainly, why shift the focus of this story to this cast of smugglers and mercenaries? Well, for me, personally, I'd say because in my opinion, one of the best strengths of a Star Wars movie or series is the ensemble cast of unique characters they bring, each with their own unique personality, strengths, and weaknesses. So this is our take on that subject.

Zer0: There are other reasons, but they will be revealed at the end of the story (Which isn't actually that far.). Another thing is that well….some of the main characters in the Disney version are…...pretty bad.

Bio: They've got squandered potential.

Zer0: Finn's entire character throughout all three movies: Where's Rey? Rey's character throughout this entire trilogy: WHAT'S THIS GLOWING STICK?! Poe's character...who the fuck is Poe? He's either gone for half the movie, or doing nothing of significance to the story. (Such a waste of Oscar Isaac) Except when Holdo is in the room he's a joke because….Femnism. And Rose-

Bio: Who? Oh, right, the one chick who gives that BS about 'not fighting what we hate, but saving what we love'. That's not how WAR works, lady.

Zer0: Or how about Luke? His Dad, Darth Vader, killed billions. Knew there was good in him. But his nephew, who has a small chance of possible evil.

Bio: FUCK THAT SHIT HE DEAD!

Zer0: And Snoke…...who's that again?

Bio: Andy Serkis being Andy Serkis? In other words, mocap baller, only in case, he dies in like five seconds of having actual depth.

Zer0: Oh also Death Star 3, Boba Fett 2.0 (Phasma), Nazi Weasly. Listen, we're not going to stroke our egos and say this story is one hundred percent perfect, or it is better then the Disney Version…..which it can be. But we want a story that makes sense, has more of an emotional connection with each other and actually give old characters some shine.

Bio: Unlike Dutch van der Linde, however, we have a goddamn plan.

Zer0: The one problem we do have is how to set it in motion. What I mean is we have two options: Set it in three separate stories which would take less time, or just one giant story. We will also have a One Season TV show, so to speak, or whatever the equivalent of that on Fanfiction is.

Bio: Again, plan. Especially since without spoiling, I will say we do take some inspiration from Legends.

Zer0: Building the Galaxy, development of characters and what they take part in this galaxy. We have most of it all planned out, like fifty percent, technically. Still working on the show and have to wait for Rise of Skywalker. SO finally with that we say our farewell boys and girls.

Bio: Later, dudes and dudettes.

Zer0/Bio: May the Force be with you.

Zer0: Also follow, favor me, Zer0the0mega108! I make some killer stories. PM for ideas. Okay, see ya. We will make a poll on my page asking you if you want one story or multiple? Okay bye.

EDIT: The story has now added two extra chapters, we will go over this in the next chapter.