Han and Chewie landed the Millennium Falcon on Starkiller Base, cutting through trees and almost falling off a steep cliff. Finn and I held on tight to our seats, panting once the ship came to a halt. We gathered our weapons and put on thick cloaks to protect us from the cold, but as soon as we were about to leave, Han Solo pulled me aside. "No matter what happens on Star Killer base, whatever happens to me, promise me one thing, Nanielle," he held my face in his hands, "Promise me that you'll bring my son to the light, even if I fail" I hesitated, then gave him a hug "We will not fail" . WARNING: this fic will eventually turn out to be really smutty and gory. You have been warned!