Unknown Corellian Gunship, 4 standard months ago (not from present date, I will explain later).


A man bearing the rank insignia of a Lieutenant stepped into the conference room of Leia Organa Solo's personal flagship. The room was occupied by only one other, who was seated at the table entering something into a datapad. The man came to attention and saluted the seated individual, who waved dismissively at his formality.

"You have something to tell me, Lieutenant?" Leia asked, not looking up from her datapad.

"The Captain has reported that we will be experiencing some delays in the trip, we have exited hyperspace prematurely, the causes of which are unknown. It also seems that the space around us is full of irregularities, nobody knows what to think....

The ship suddenly bucked violently, throwing Leia out of her chair and the Lieutenant off of his feet. Warning klaxons began to blare as Leia picked herself up off of the floor and motioned for the Lieutenant to follow her.

"Let's go see what that was all about..."

The bridge was in complete disarray when they arrived. The Captain was bellowing out orders in every direction, and the clamor of warning tones and the shouts of the bridge crew rang out from every direction.
Leia glanced out the plexiglass viewport, and a growing spherical object caught her eye.

"That's a...."

The ship bucked from another impact of unknown origin, and everyone was forced to grab ahold of something to keep from being thrown around.

"We've lost the sublight drives!"

"All systems are critical sir!"

"Holy @#%$, an entire section of the hull is missing!"

"The escape pods used to be in that section....."

The object continued to grow ever larger in the viewport.

The Captain threw a helpless glance at Leia. The crew all turned to look at both of them, anxiously awaiting instruction and tense with fear. There was a moment of silence on the bridge, as the ship died around them.

What the hell is happening to us?

Leia pointed out the viewport, and the Captain turned to follow her gaze. Before them hung a planet, lush green in color, mottled by white splotches of clouds. "What system are we in, Captain?"

The Captain shrugged. "We weren't given time to...."

The ship bucked again and systems began to flicker, it had been dealt a mortal wound.

The planet more than filled the viewport now.

"Try and get power back to the thrusters, anything, we're going to crash!" Leia snapped, and her voice softened. "....and there's no way out...."

Leia would never remember whether they brought the power back online or not. The only thing she would later remember was the fiery descent through the atmosphere, and the last few seconds of consciousness after slamming headfirst into a bulkhead during the impact before slipping into the darkness that awaited....




Two weeks later....


She drew stares as she walked through the streets. Heads turned to watch her as she passed, and many a person mumbled words of exclamation under their breath. This was a simple village of simple people on a simple backwater planet, and in this particular village strangers were extremely rare.

She was tired and weary, her clothes were shredded from days upon days of enduring the harsh terrain and elements on this wretched planet. It had been a long, trying journey to get this far, and now that she was here, she realized she didn't even know where 'here' was. But she had a feeling that these people would help her, even though the way they stared at her as she passed them unsettled her.

Her path lead her down the main road of the village, and she stopped at what appeared to be a public gathering place- the village pub. She figured this would be as good a place as any to rest, as well as to assess the situation, so she entered and slipped onto a stool in front of the bar. At this time of day the pub had little business, and so the barkeep came right over to her.


"Afternoon stranger, you look a little the worse for wear. What brings you here?"

She paused a moment before answering, her brow knitted in heavy thought. Then, she shrugged helplessly as a lost expression crossed her face. "I.... don't know...."

The barkeep eyed her for a moment before he said anything further. "Well, it's not often a person does much traveling without some purpose, but it's all the same to me I guess. So, what can I get you?"

She cradled her head in her hands despairingly. "I have no money. I just...." she trailed off, and said nothing more.

It was the barkeep who broke the uncomfortable silence. But he did so uncertainly, not quite sure what to do about the apparently distressed stranger. He poured a cup of water and set it in front of her. "Well it seems like you're in a bit of trouble there, maybe we can help you out a bit. The folk in this town are a pretty friendly lot, they are. What's yer name, where ya from?"

She looked up and sadly met the barkeep's eye.

"I don't know."

The barkeep looked down upon this woman with pity as he saw tears form in her eyes. She was looking to him for help and guidance, and he felt strangely compelled to help her despite the fact that he knew nothing about her. When he met her troubled gaze, something in her eye disarmed his cautions, and set him at ease with the decision he was about to voice; he knew she would be of no harm, and being a man of his beliefs he even ventured to think that perhaps she had stumbled upon this town for a reason. He reached out to place his hand on her shoulder, and she flinched away for a second before allowing contact. He kept his mood light and cheerful as he spoke to her, trying to make her feel more at ease herself.

"Don't you worry, eh? You'll be safe here. I'll make sure of it, if you'll have my help. We can fix you up a warm bed and meal, and of course some new clothes, as long as you're willing to do your part around town to repay your debts. I doubt it would be a problem since everyone around here pitches in to get things done, and if you stay very long you'll learn what I mean. It's gettin' to be harvest season, and everyone would gladly welcome the extra hand. By the way my name is Sal, I own this pub and it has a pretty good rep around these parts, if I might say so myself."

He released his grip on her shoulder when she broke eye contact with him, and so to busy himself he picked up a rag and resumed polishing the bartop while she contemplated what to do.

It was a long time before she finally replied.

"How can you offer me so much when you don't even know who I am?"

His response was quick, as if he had known she would ask this.

"If you were to accept my offer, how could you trust me and my people to the extent of placing yourself at our hands, when you don't even know who I am, or who my people are?"

She was quiet for a moment. She obviously did not have the upper hand here: as things were now it seemed they had nothing to fear from her continued presence here, they could only stand to gain from her. If she were to trust them.... well, she had absolutely nothing to lose anyways. She looked back up at her host.

"I appreciate your hospitality, and would gladly work to earn my way here. I mean, I really have nothing else...."

Sal nodded in understanding. "Well, maybe hopefully you can find something here," he replied softly.