Astral | Rey Skywalker

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Avalon, BB-8, Finn, and Han Solo stand on the ramp of the Millennium Falcon, the iconic ship that has seen its share of adventures across the galaxy. The air hums with the distant sounds of the base, but here, on the creaking metal ramp, a moment of quiet connection unfolds.

Avalon, her eyes alight with the stars, turns to Finn with a warm smile, extending a hand in greeting, "I'm Avalon."

Finn, a former stormtrooper with a past shrouded in the shadows of the First Order, takes Avalon's hand with a mixture of gratitude and trepidation. His eyes, dark and haunted, meet hers, and for a moment, the weight of unspoken stories lingers in the air.

"Finn," He replies, his voice carrying the weight of the secrets he guards, "Finn, yeah, that's me. Nice ship you got here."

Avalon chuckles, the sound echoing in the cavernous space of the Millennium Falcon, "Thanks, it's been through a lot."

The ship's interior welcomes them with the familiar scent of oil, the hum of machinery, and the indelible spirit of adventure. Avalon leads Finn through the corridors, pointing out the hidden compartments, sharing stories of past escapades, and weaving a narrative of the Falcon's history.

As they walk, Finn can't help but marvel at the ship's interior—a juxtaposition of worn upholstery and cutting-edge technology. Avalon's absent-minded nature becomes evident as she occasionally drifts off into brief moments of introspection, her gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance.

As they continue their tour, Avalon introduces Finn to the Falcon's quirks and idiosyncrasies. The holographic chess table, the cozy sleeping quarters, and the unmistakable sense that this ship is not just a vessel but a living entity with a soul of its own.

BB-8, trailing behind them, emits a series of beeps, adding its own commentary to the tour. Finn, though initially reserved, finds himself drawn into the camaraderie that seems to define life aboard the Falcon.

The tour concludes in the cockpit, where Han Solo sits at the controls, a wry smile playing on his lips, "How's the tour going, kids?"

Avalon grins, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, "Just showing Finn the ropes."

Avalon takes a seat behind the copilot's chair, gesturing for Finn to join her. As the ship's engines hum to life, the Millennium Falcon becomes more than just a vessel—it becomes a shared space where threads of connection are woven, binding individuals with disparate pasts into a tapestry of shared destiny.

The Starkiller Base looms ahead, a formidable monolith against the backdrop of space. The Millennium Falcon, battered and bruised from its crash landing, sits nestled among the snow-covered terrain. Avalon Solo, Finn, Han, and Chewbacca disembark, their footsteps leaving imprints on the powdery snow.

As they make their way through the icy halls of the Starkiller Base, the air is thick with tension. The mission, a desperate attempt to disable the weapon that threatens the galaxy, demands precision and stealth.

Avalon, her eyes wide with the stars' reflection, moves with purpose alongside her father, Finn, and the towering figure of Chewbacca. The urgency of the mission pulses through the group, and the shared determination to confront the First Order binds them together.

In the dimly lit corridors, the distant hum of machinery creates an ominous soundtrack to their clandestine journey. Avalon, though focused on the task at hand, can't help but feel a sense of awe at the magnitude of the Starkiller Base—an instrument of destruction that casts a shadow over the galaxy.

As they approach a junction in the hallways, Finn, with his knowledge of the base's layout, takes the lead. The mission requires silence, and the group moves with the stealth of shadows, blending into the stark surroundings.