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Author's Note: So, in case it wasn't obvious this is going to be all about Rey going on a trip around the galaxy and having all sorts of fun with men, women, aliens and whoever else she can get her hands on! And since the sequel trilogy's writing was a little all over the place, the main storyline is going to carry on after the end of Last Jedi. Think of this story as a nice little prequel!
An hour after the battle of Starkiller base, Rey and Chewbacca were inside of the Millenium Falcon, the garbage from Jakku, and flying into space towards the closest hyperlane. They were admittedly going off of the intel from an ancient astromech droid but General Leia, and Rey herself, had a good feeling about the planet. It was some obscure place in the Unknown Regions, somewhere Rey had never even been. She wetted her lips briefly, looking at the star map and leaning back in the chair. Sighing gently, she had so many thoughts racing through her mind. Grabbing hold of the satchel she had used ever since her time on Jakku, she could practically feel the weight of the blue laser sword.
A lightsabre.
An actual lightsabre!
Rey had only ever heard of the word before and when she was on Starkiller base, escaping from the First Order outpost and the vicious dark knight Kylo Ren, she had used the lightsabre and she had actually won with it. The woman could barely believe what was happening in her life, only days ago was she sitting in a husk of a starship, stripping it for parts to get some of the packets of portions on Jakku. Her fingers drummed against the armrest casually, her eyes staring out of the window almost absent-mindedly. Stars whizzed past the window one by one and a soft jet of air left her lungs.
Her co-pilot, a large hairy Wookie, Chewbacca or Chewie, growled gently. His head tilted to the side as he looked over at her, his large hand reaching out and placing it on hers.
"Oh... Oh, it's nothing, thank you Chewie." She said with a smile, turning to look at him and placing her hand on top of his. She gave his furry hand a gentle squeeze in reassurance. She turned to look outside of the window again, a warm smile on her face. "I've never seen so many stars before." She added, a gentle sigh escaping her lips.
Chewbacca studied her for a little bit longer before he puffed briefly and turned back to the controls. His hands tapped at a few of the buttons before hitting a series of switches above their heads. The Falcon's autopilot, something his friend Lando Calrissian had referred to as L3, sent out the series of notifications and messages that would be needed for traveling through the hyperlanes. Both Rey and Chewbacca guided the ship closer towards one of the free, allocated spaces and soon the hyperdrive engaged, and with a loud, roaring sound the Falcon was thrown into hyperspace, the stars ripping past the windows and the view becoming a blue and white tunnel of raw energy.
Rey's big brown eyes flicked up to look at the computer's travel monitor and the expected time of arrival was two days away from their current time. Slumping back in the large pilot's chair, she chewed down on her bottom lip before reaching down and grabbing hold of her satchel. Flipping the flap open, she dug her hand into the bag, thumbing her way through the contents, the lightsabre was sitting on top of an outfit she had brought as a replacement for her white robes and also some fresh fruit and a bottle of refreshed water gifted to her from General Organa.
'Do not trust the food and drink from the kitchen!' The General had told her, a sly smile on her face. Looking over the contents, she closed her eyes and let another soft, contemplating breath escape her lungs. When she had been on Starkiller Base, she had gone through some wild times some of which had her being able to escape her restraints just by asking the Stormtrooper or even going to save Finn by reaching out for the lightsabre and she made it sail through the air and right to her grasp. What the general gossip was that she had been using the Force to protect herself, Rey was stuck sitting in the chair with wild fantasies of what her new life could look like. A slight smile came over her lips, she really was a far way from the sandy dunes of Jakku now and she was eager to experience it. She looked out to the sky, and then up to the travel pane, and then over to her furry friend who had pulled himself up out of the chair and was walking out of the cockpit.