Multiverse Part 3: Collision Of Three Worlds

Chapter 5: Rathtar Rumble

Immediately, an old man walked over to the hatch alongside a large, furry creature- both of them pointing blasters down at Yamcha, Rey, Finn, and BB-8. "Where are the others?" the old man asked. "Where's the pilot?" "I'm the pilot." Rey replied. "You?" the old man asked in disbelief. The furry alien grunted, apparently just as surprised. "No, it's true. We're the only ones aboard." Rey persisted. "You can understand that thing?" Finn asked. Yamcha clamped a hand over the runaway stormtrooper's mouth. "Finn, I'm pretty sure that 'that thing' can understand you, so don't insult him!" Yamcha said. The old man nodded towards Yamcha. "You seem like a smart one. Get outta there!" 

"Now, where'd you get this ship?" the old man asked. "Nima Outpost." Rey said. "Jakku?! That junkyard?" the old man replied. "Thank you!" Finn said, shooting a pointed look at Rey. "Junkyard!" The old man looked towards his furry friend. "Told ya we should've double-checked the Western Reaches." He looked back towards Rey. "Who had it?" Rey blinked, then responded: "I stole it from Unkar Plutt, who stole it from the Irving Boys, who stole it from Ducain." "Who stole it from me!" the old man snapped, holstering his gun and walking towards the cockpit. "Well, you tell him that Han Solo just stole back the Millennium Falcon. For good." Finn and Rey both looked shocked. "This is the Millennium Falcon? You're Han Solo?" The old man, Han Solo, turned around, smiling. "I used to be."

(A Few Minutes Later)

After explaining their predicament to Han Solo and his best friend Chewbacca, Finn eventually asked: "You are the Han Solo that fought with the Rebellion. You knew Luke Skywalker, didn't you?" Han's expression became that of a sad old man, nothing more- someone who longed to be younger, to rekindle old relationships. To have another chance. Yamcha knew that look- he had seen it in his own eyes a lot. Suddenly, there was a metallic clang! "Don't tell me a rathtar's gotten loose." Han muttered. "W-what?!" Finn exclaimed. "You're not hauling rathtars, are you?" Han turned to face him. "I'm hauling rathtars." "What's a rathtar?" Yamcha and Rey asked simultaneously. "You don't want to know." Finn muttered under his breath. Yamcha heard him and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, I do." Finn waved aside Yamcha's curiosity. "I'll tell you later. Assuming they don't get loose, in which case we'll probably die." 

As the group exited the Falcon, Han explained. "They're big and dangerous..." "Ever heard of the Trillia Massacre?" Finn asked. Rey and Yamcha shook their heads, and Finn nodded. "Good." "I got three going to King Prana." Han said with a bit of pride in his voice. "Three?! How'd you get them aboard?" Finn asked incredulously. Han paused for a second. "Let's just say I used to have a bigger crew." Soon, they came upon another open hatch, and Han sent Yamcha, Rey, and Finn inside. "Stay in there, and don't even think about taking the Falcon!" "What about BB-8?" Rey asked. "He's stayin' with me until I get rid of the gang. Then you can have him back and be on your way." Without waiting, Han walked away alongside Chewie and BB-8. "What about the rathtars? Where are you keeping them?" Finn asked. Suddenly, a giant tongue slammed into a cargo container's window right behind Finn, who jumped back and fell over. Yamcha helped him up, trying not to laugh. "There's one." Han said casually. "What are you gonna do?" Yamcha asked. Han gave him a sideways grin. "Same thing I always do: talk my way out of it." Chewie gave a low moan, and Han rolled his eyes. "Yes, I do. Every time." 

Soon, things went bad, to the point where Finn, Rey, and Yamcha ended up at a fuse box. "Wait, wait, wait. If we close the blast doors we can trap both gangs." Rey mused. "Close the doors from here?" Finn asked. Rey nodded. "Yes. As long as we pull the right fuses." Then, she grabbed a couple of wires and yanked them out. There was a rumbling noise, then dead silence. Yamcha spoke out after a few tense moments. "What happened?" Rey gulped. "Wrong fuses." A roar could be heard, and Finn's eyes went wide with fear. "T-t-the rathtars." 

Yamcha, Finn, and Rey could hear thundering sounds coming from above. They made it to the hatch entrance and climbed out, then began to run towards the Falcon. "What do these rathtars look like?" Rey inquired. "Horrible." Finn replied as they turned a corner. Then, he immediately backpedaled as Rey and Yamcha momentarily froze in shock. "They look like that." Finn said in a small voice. What sat before them was a writhing ball of teeth, tentacles, and yellow glands. The monster quickly devoured a thug, then paused, apparently sniffing the air. Then, it turned towards the trio. "Time to go." Yamcha squeaked. They all sprinted off with the rathtar tumbling after them. They ran, and ran, and ran some more, but the rathtar was gaining on them. Finally, Yamcha became desperate, and he grabbed Finn and Rey, then sprinted as fast as he could. To his surprise (and theirs as well) a little bit of his old strength had returned- enough for him to carry Finn and Rey and outrun the rathtar. They eventually met up with Han and Chewie again, then ran to the end of the hallway, where the Falcon was. Then, Yamcha turned and cupped his hands at his side while glancing over his shoulder. "Go! I've got this!" He faced the rathtar. Please work... "Ka... me... ha... me..." A blue ball of energy appeared between his hands. Then, he threw his hands forward. "HAAAAAAA!" The rathtar stopped in surprise, and then got hit by a powerful, blue wave of energy. Yamcha unsheathed his sword, then stabbed it into the door's controls, causing the door to shut. Yamcha turned and followed the others into the Falcon, when suddenly he felt the ship rock and stared in horror as another of the rathtars jumped onto the cockpit window of the Falcon. Han then pulled a lever, and the Millenium Falcon seemed to enter a blue tunnel. Yamcha had to hang onto the wall to stay on his feet. The rathtar was easily thrown off, and they were safe... for the time being.