Another shake, as the Falcon lands, and then the lights flicker - and the ramp lowers, leaving their ship open to invasion. 

Sunn takes up her blaster, falling in behind Rey - following her lead.

The doors between them and the ramp open slowly, one after another, the occasional quiet clanging noise evidence of the boarders' progress. Eventually, there's only one door left between them. It slides open, revealing- 

A man, face craggy and careworn and hair long gone grey, but obviously still spry for his age, advancing into the room blaster-first, followed by-

A wookie, tall and strong and old, his age only increasing his great strength, holding a bowcaster.

Shit, a wookie. She stands before them and glares, staff ready.

"Get off. My ship."

"Your ship! Whaddya mean your ship. This is the Millennium Falcon, kid, anyone in the galaxy could tell you this old girl belongs to me." 

"And who are you, exactly?"

"The name's Han. Han Solo. Who's asking?" 

" - Han Solo as in the Resistance hero?"

"Han Solo, Leia's dead beat husband?"

He points at Sunn, "Not anymore," and then at Rey, "Debatable," and then he turns and stalks towards cockpit, sizing-up the state of his ship as he goes. 

"Hey - wait - if you're really Han Solo, the Han Solo, then you need to help us."

"I think we're doing fine without."

"Help you. Help you with what?" The words echo back through the ship, "Hmm, not bad," he adds more quietly, squinting up at the ceiling in the cockpit, "Where did you find her, anyway?" He also asks, raising his voice again.

"We have important information we're getting to General Leia. We don't know she'll talk to us right away, though."

"In a junk pile. I've been working on her for years."

"Huh." He heads back through the ship to get a second look at them, "Not a bad job," he tells Rey.

Then, to Sunn, "Important information? What kind of information are we talking about here." 

"Starkiller Base is ready to fire."

"...Ah, kriff." 

Suddenly, there's a thunking noise from outside the ship. 

"Ah, kriff, don't tell me one of them got loose-" He rushes off towards the ramp. 

" - One of what?!"

She follows.

Chewbacca turns aside from his glare-off with Rey to back up Han.

Rey does not growl and follows along behind him.

"What, exactly, are you doing here?"

"Rathars," he says, matter-of-fact. Down the ramp they go, and into the hangar of a massive hauler. "Hauling 'em for a job-" he heads for a nearby console and taps away at it, bringing up a bunch of images on the screen - some hallways, a couple shots of the outside of the ship. On one of the latter, a ship can be seen attached to the top of the hauler.

"Kriff!" He says again, yet more emphatically than the last two, "Chewie, it's those punks from Nantoon, they must have tracked us down." 

Chewie grumbles something uncomplimentary.