It had been a year since the Resistance had struck the final blow to the First Order and nine months since he'd gotten into that TIE fighter and let the autopilot take him to the first system that sounded vaguely familiar. Or at least there had been a pull that he couldn't explain. This was where he was meant to go. It was where his home was even if he didn't know it. He'd just followed that feeling and hoped for the best.
Because in truth it was all the young man had was hope. He couldn't recall his name and even when he arrived no one seemed to know who he was either. But there was the hope that eventually someone would. He'd found a job in a small shop there working between the kitchen and the counter area making spicy noodles and various pies. It was enough to cover the small room he rented and food while he kept searching.
Today he was just wandering the market however to pick up supplies for the shop, hood raised to keep the sun out of his eyes.
((This started off as an ask and kind of went from there. Ignore it if you want or I dunno.))
It had been a year. A very long year. Rey had almost recovered in mind and body from everything. Her heart, however, was a very different story.
Nine months before, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. That loss she had felt somehow felt different. Now there was a pull there, something calling to her again. Every time she had felt this before, it had been leading her to Ben. But Ben was gone. Why was she feeling this?
This planet... something had called her here. Slowly she left the Falcon, heading towards the city. She had heard so much of Naboo, but this was the first time she had been here. Why was she here?
Closing her eyes, she tried to pinpoint... the market. There was a market here. And she would find what she was searching for there.