Matt's 1st POV
Matt's eyes opened to the foreign shouting in the streets above, accompanied by stormtrooper static.
A drop of condensation from the sewer grate overhead fell onto his grimy face. He could never get any decent sleep in this place. The unused sewer pipe in which he had made his little hideout was close to the Imperial shipyards. Too close for comfort. Constant noise pollution filled the air, not to mention just about every other form of pollution. The clang bang and wrr wrr of machinery was enough to keep any tired person awake. But Matt wasn't tired. He was utterly exhausted. This did, however, enable Matt to actually get some sleep. The systematic noise was eventually drained out by the mind anyway. It was the unforeseen and unscheduled noise that really bothered him.
Matt rolled off of his mattress, shoving his boots aside to make room for himself to stand up. He peered out of the metal grate to witness the commotion going on at the surface. The planet wasn't all that lawless to begin with, but under the Galactic Empire, what wasn't lawless? An accidental loitering by a confused Kiffar man was cause enough, it seemed, to be taken in by a stormtrooper. Maybe they were just bored these days.
The planet was of course Corellia. It hadn't taken Matt that long to figure out. He was, as a matter of fact, a big Star Wars fan. But to actually be in that world. Now that was a plot twist if ever there was one. Solo: A Star Wars Story's surprise ending had nothing on this. And speaking of Solo, Matt had of course been on the lookout for Han Solo, or anything to do with him; a "wanted" hologram, Lady Proxima's thugs, or even Qi'ra. But nothing as of yet. He had been stuck on the planet for about a month now. The young man from Australia didn't see any getting out of it.
Except, of course, in finding someone he recognized. He knew how characters' lives from Solo would end up — and they ended up dangerously. At the very least, however, it would give Matt a chance; a chance to see the future clearly. Heck, maybe he could save a few people who bit the dust along the way.
For now, though, he was just a Corel-rat living in the sewers trying to make by on a dark and noisy world.