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Takes place at the beginning of Rebel Dawn, around 4 years before A New Hope.~*~*~
“No way! No way!
” Dawn’s excited squeal rang through the small confines of the apartment she shared with Han, Chewie, her “cousin” Jarik, and an old house droid named ZeeZee on Nar Shaddaa. From the way her brother, Jarik, and Chewie were wincing, the decibels of her voice were too much, but she didn’t care. “We’re getting the Falcon
Han shrugged, although he had a smug look on his face. “Hey, Lando shouldn’t have told me she was on his lot,” he answered with a smirk. “His loss, our gain.”
They had been without a ship since the Battle of Nar Shaddaa months ago, when the Bria
had been turned into little more than scrap metal floating around the moon. Han and Chewie had been getting what work they could, but it was hard without a ship of their own. That’s why Han had gone to Cloud City to enter their sabacc tournament in the first place. He had hoped to win enough credits so that they could purchase a ship of their own. But not in Dawn’s wildest dreams had she expected that they’d end up with the Millennium Falcon
. Han winning the tournament was nice, of course, but they finally had a ship again, the one she knew her brother had lusted after ever since laying eyes on it.
“What are we waiting for?” Jarik asked, looking between the three of them. “Let’s go!”
They quickly left the apartment, Dawn and Jarik chatting enthusiastically about the new ship, both excited to finally have a ship again. Most times, when Han and Chewie had jobs, Dawn and Jarik were left behind, simply because there wasn’t enough room to go around or the client only wanted pilots and not two spare gunners/mechanics. Han and Chewie followed at a more leisurely pace, although they still hurried. All of them were eager to see their new ship.
“I’m thinking once we get everything up and running, we take a trip to Kashyyyk,” Han told the other three as they waited for Lando’s assistant to fill out the paperwork needed to exchange ownership of the Falcon
Chewie’s roar of excitement echoed in the small office they were crammed into. He hadn’t been home in over a decade, ever since the end of the Clone Wars. He had told Dawn the story one day while he was watching her, mentioning the female Wookie he’d been courting and who said she’d wait for him to return. She thought it was the most romantic thing ever that he had a girl there who might still be looking for him.
Finally, the formalities were done and Han Solo officially was the owner of the Millennium Falcon
. Dawn ignored the boys talking about what they were going to do with the Falcon, even though she would be doing a good chunk of the wiring since she was the smallest. But that would be tomorrow. Now was for exploring.
Walking up the extended ramp, she wandered through the main room past a holographic chess set towards the passage to the cockpit. She’d been in the Falcon
, but that had been as a visitor. Not somebody who might actually live and work here. She stopped in the living area and looked around. It wasn’t much: a minuscule galley, a few bunks, and a head, and it was in desperate need of a cleaning and a coat of paint. But something about it felt right in a way nothing had felt for her before. Like she belonged here.
“You OK, kid?” Han asked, slinging an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. He’d come up behind her without her noticing.
Blinking, she realized she had tears in her eyes. “Yeah,” Dawn answered, returning Han’s hug with one arm and using her free hand to wipe her face. “Just feels like home, that’s all.”