At the back door of an inconspicuous clothing store in Disney's Star Wars Land, a young woman hurriedly pulled a smuggler's cloak over herself. As she tied the belt, she looked back at her two companions dragging the unconscious clerk behind a cabinet.
A moment later, the younger male companion emerged. After looking around and confirming no one was paying attention, he said, "Our ship has completely crashed. If we want to leave this planet, we need to find a new ship."
"Rey! Rey!" An elderly voice came from inside the clothing store. The young woman called Rey hurried inside.
"What is it? Finn, where did you put him?" Rey turned to the young man beside her. He was changing into a smuggler's robe as well, while the older man standing nearby had no need to change; his own clothes were already tattered enough.
The old man walked over with his weapon in hand and looked at the two young people. "Before we knocked that clerk out, he was talking to someone who looked like a pirate about the Galactic Council."
"The Galactic Council?!" Rey looked astonished. "Wasn't that all decades ago? Are you sure he meant the Galactic Council of the Galactic Republic?"
"I couldn't have heard wrong." The old man sounded certain.
"Do you remember that beam of light we saw while flying the ship?" Finn asked. "Solo, have you ever seen anything like that?"
The old man called Solo shook his head. Even throughout his long life as a wanderer, he had never witnessed such a strange sight.
"Could we have traveled back in time?" Rey said with a headache. "So the Galactic Republic still exists, and the Galactic Council hasn't dissolved yet."
"Whether that's really the case, we need to confirm it further." The old wanderer