The Art of Scraping Through | Poe Dameron [ 1 ]

twenty

20 || the lost skywalker

"HAN, WHO'S THE GIRL?"

MAZ KANATA'S CANTINA, TAKODANA-

The ship landed at the new location in no time.

During the small duration of the rest of the flight, Kyra had spent that time talking a little bit to Chewbacca, BB-8 helping her talk to the Wookie. He seemed like a nice person, and Kyra was able to tell him a little bit about her childhood before she was taken by the First Order.

She had no idea why Chewie would want to know so much about her living on a random farming planet in the middle of nowhere, but hey, to each their own.

They wasted no time getting ready to load off of the ship, Kyra watching as Rey immediately ran outside to bask in the air of another planet, BB-8 rolling right after her. The relationship that BB-8 and Rey had made Kyra smile. If she wasn't welcome with the Resistance once they got there, Kyra at least knew that Rey would stick with the little BB unit.

"Kyra." Han called her attention, the young woman turning to see him going through a small weapons cabinet. He tossed her a new blaster, the girl catching it rather quickly. "I know you're a good shot, and that garbage blaster won't get you anywhere. Take this one, and give me that one."

"Hey!" Kyra exclaimed, sort of offended that the man was asking for her old blaster back. She had earned this blaster, knocking out some wandering traveler in the middle of Jakku for it. However, when she felt the lean and light movement of the new blaster that Han had just thrown her, she immediately relinquished the almost rusting blaster she originally had.

"That's just in case of emergencies. Tuck it in the back of your jacket. I don't want you to cause a fuss in the middle of this cantina. I've heard the stories of how you got banned from a cantina on Naboo." Han warned Kyra, a chuckle coming to his face as he saw hers turn into slight embarrassment and shock.

"How do you even know about that?" She whispered, shoving the blaster into the built in holster that Poe had stitched into the back of the lining. Kyra had to admit that the idea to do that was pretty clever. She had to give it to the Resistance pilot on that one.

"Kid, I think everyone in the galaxy has heard about that story. That's how you became a known name in the underground world. People knew not to double cross you after that." Han chuckled, rummaging through the weapons cabinet again. "Now go out there. I'll meet you out there in a minute. I got to talk to Finn." He gestured his head over to where the young man was still sitting in the cockpit.

Kyra nodded, quickly heading out of the Falcon and into the planet down below. Walking down the ramp, she almost faltered when she stepped onto the planet's land. The atmosphere reminded her a lot of her home planet. The lush greens that seemed to twist into the landscape with the shimmering sapphire blues of the water seemed to compliment the bright sun and fresh air that Kyra was breathing in. There was a silence that Kyra could only remember that Sorgan could have, a joyous smile spreading across her face.