Elara was trained to become a Jedi pretty much since she could walk. Both of her parents were Jedis and so they taught her everything they knew in that field, but there were other things young Elara picked up along the way. 

Since both of her parents and even her uncle were pilots, Elara quickly learned how to fly any and every type of ship. She knew how to fix them and even modify them. 

Other things she picked up on was smuggling. No one ever tried to hide that part of her mother's life and so Nora and Han flat out explained to the child that they used to smuggle anything and everything that got them and Chewbacca paid.

Her Aunt Leia was raised as a princess and later became a Senator, so from her aunt, Elara learned everything she needed to know about politics. For a short amount of time after her mother's death, Elara lived on Naboo and learned everything she needed to know if the occasion of ever becoming a Senator arrived. She was well on her way to becoming just as professional in that particular field like her aunt and even her grandmother. 

She's learned everything from her family, even those smallest things such as farming from her father. There was no limit to what she did or didn't know. 

And yet, she still couldn't detect that her solo mission was just about to turn into a disaster. But hey, nobody is perfect.

Upon landing in Coruscant, Elara had plans to meet up with one of her operatives before she had to attend to an extravagant party along with several other politicians. Exiting her ship, Elara strode across the landing platform like it was no one's business to tell her otherwise. She's met with a Balosar along with his security force of up to four soldiers. His name was Soule, and despite how much they despise each other, Elara trusted him to be her informant whenever she wasn't on Coruscant. They never saw eye-to-eye, but they usually respect that of each other... usually.

The humanoid male with antennae on top of his head bows in greeting to her, "Welcome to Coruscant, Elara Skywalker! I hope you had a safe journey."

"As always, Soule," she responds when she nods in greeting, and with one of her more practiced smiles.

"Yes, yes. A safe galaxy won by your family on Endor," the Balosar praises, "Coruscant will forever be grateful for everything your family has done for the galaxy. I just wish that it didn't have to be repaid in blood."

"We don't ask for anyone to give up their lives in another war, Soule," she wishes she didn't have the pleasure of knowing Soule for years mostly because he always had to argue with her no matter the circumstance, "We just want the galaxy to be prepared for the next time a war arrives."

"And in exchange you want us to fund for any future weaponry and fuel an army could possibly use against our women and children," Soule guides Elara from the landing platform and walks with her into the building, his security team closely following their heels.

"An army that will protect your women and children, not destroy them," Elara corrects him as they make their way down the stairs, "We don't hurt innocents, Soule. The First Order does."

"So says you," he reminds her, "As so far we've seen the First Order do nothing of the sort."

"Not publicly."

"Publicly is all that matters in politics, I'm afraid," Soule stops just beside a window while looking out onto the city, "You would know that better than anyone. Given your aunt publicly humiliated my father in front of the Galactic Senate and destroyed his reputation."

"You speak as though that was my fault."

"There was also your grandmother, Senator Amidala, who had to publicly hide her marriage and her pregnancy."

"Now that is something that was definitely not my fault, considering I was not around."

"Still, it makes me wonder why any of these people should trust you with their money and support when none of the women in your family were very honest politicians," Soule turns to watch her facial expression with a smug grin.

"But you can trust me, Soule. You want to know why?" Elara leans in close with an intimidating smile, which isn't that hard to perform considering that she had a good three inches of height on the smaller, humanoid male, "Because I'm not a politician. I'm not a Senator. Hell, I'm not even a Jedi, but I was trained to be. And Jedi were meant to be honest peacekeepers. My focus isn't public fame or democracy... it's the well-being and peace between all living creatures."

"None of that matters if you're a Skywalker now does it?" Her face falls at the accusation and Soule smiles in victory while lightly adding, "A Skywalker and a Tade, no less. Who would ever trust a mixture of the two?"

"You said it yourself... the galaxy owes a great deal to my family. They did take down the Empire single-handedly if you don't remember," Elara glares, "I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who would trust war heroes."

"And yet, you can't find anyone to fund your aunt's little -what was it you called it?- Resistance?"

"That's what I pay you for, Soule," Elara hissed, "To find my aunt funds. Now... what did you find?"

"The Patrolians are already sponsoring First Order sympathizers," Soule drops the debate and discreetly lowers his voice while looking out the window again.

Elara slouches her shoulders in relief of the argument ending and joins him at the window to watch the view, "Where do the funds go?"

"Mostly down the chutes of Canto Bight, but what else is new?"

"Did you find anyone who might possibly believe in Leia's cause?"

"Oh, so we're using her name now?" Soule grins, "I thought we were always discreet during these meetings?"

"Soule."

His sharp eyebrow raises while trying to read something on her face that she must not be good at hiding, "Something's changed. It's the only reason why you're so tense, clearly. What is it?"

A snarl formed on her lips, refusing to look at the Balosar and instead watches the busy city outside even as the day slowly turns to night and lights coming on in every spot she looked. She takes a deep breath before quietly explaining the situation, "I've lost two men to the First Order. Both deaths had come very close to raging all-out war with them, but nobody knows about it. The First Order is far more discreet and slimy than I realized. We've been trying to get any dirt on them to bring to the New Republic, but nothing sticks any more. Unless they have a Sith openly trying to terrorize the people of the galaxy like the Empire, the First Order remains to look squeaky clean in everyone's book."

"But not yours?"

"...My family fought the Empire. That was their fight... and they fought so that we could live," she points between herself and Soule before turning back to stare out the window, "So that we could have a future. They all rose up and rebelled because they no longer wanted to be oppressed. Thirty years later and another threat rises up to take the Empire's place... and I could see the look in their eyes. My parents, Leia, Han... I saw that same tired, battered, beaten, defeated look in their eyes when we first heard about the First Order. They're too old for this fight. They fought the first war to bring peace and now another war threatens to rise and destroy that peace? It's like no one wants my family to retire and be happy... and my mother gave her life for the First Order to finally start showing their true colors. It's not fair, and I know better than anyone that life is never fair when there's a war going on, but I just want my family to rest. And if that means that I fight instead of them... so be it."

Soule lowers his head, all form of teasing and arrogance went as he, for once, appeared sincere, "...You know if you talk like that at the party tonight, you might actually get some sponsors."

She snorts in disbelief, still looking out to admire the view, "You think so?"

"I really do. I always admired that about you, Elara. For someone who has never seen a war, you sure are prepared to take a hit and get back up again. I understand that you've technically been trained from the time you could walk to be ready for a fight, but it's definitely inspiring, nonetheless."

"That..." she licks her lips while trying to form words, "Has to be the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Soule."

"I'm afraid it'll be the last time, too."

Elara paused for a moment before turning to him fully with a suspicious glance as she picks up something in the tone of his voice. The minute she locks onto the short man's eyes, she felt something snap within the Force and she goes to grab her blaster.

Her entire body tenses and jolts with electricity instead as something hits in her in the center of her back, and she was unable to scream as her tongue goes numb from the electrocution. Her muscles seize up and she falls to the ground, writhing over the tiled floor until her body grows stiff and paralyzed. The only thing she was able to move was her eyes as several stormtroopers surround and bend down to her.

"Well done, Soule," a new, authoritative female voice comes from over Elara's shoulder once the stormtroopers stand her up, and she couldn't help but notice that the new voice sounded muffled from what could possibly be a helmet or mask. 

Elara couldn't feel the stormtroopers search her but watched as they confiscate her blaster and the few hidden knives that she always kept on her. She finally matches the new female voice to the very tall stormtrooper with a dark cape over one shoulder and a very distinct salvaged chromium for the armor. If reputations proceed, this was none other than Captain Phasma, the commanding officer of the First Order's legions of stormtroopers. Elara would have felt honored and would have voiced as much if she weren't temporarily paralyzed. 

"I did my part, as promised," Soule nods to Phasma while watching the stormtroopers with weary eyes, "So will the First Order keep theirs?"

"You are correct. If you check your datapad now, you will see that all of the payment has already been sent to you, along with a little extra bonus for your troubles."

The stormtroopers grab each of Elara's arms and drag her backward down the hall, letting her heels drag across the tiles. She watches the confusion sprout over Soule's face as he looks down at his datapad then up at Phasma, who stood over him just as easy as Elara once did, except she had a blaster nestled in her arms.

"I don't understand," Soule admits, "What troubles?"

Then Soule's own security team drew their own blasters and shot through his back and out his chest several times, only stopping when he finally fell to the ground dead. Once the blaster fire faded away, Phasma looked up from the body and nodded towards the security team, "You all have been given an equal share of his payment. Thank you for supporting the First Order."

Then Captain Phasma stiffly turns and marches in pursuit of her soldiers dragging Elara ahead of her. It didn't take long before Elara found herself back outside on one of the many landing strips, only this time she was placed in a First Order transport ship instead of her own. She can at the very least feel her tongue again and possibly her toes, other than that, she was completely powerless as the stormtroopers sit her down and cuff her hands in front of her. They also cuff her ankles and then her neck, and Elara has to give them credit for being so cautious. They were definitely smarter than the Empire if she has all those stories her parents told her to go by.

Captain Phasma boards the ship just before the engines start and immediately turns to stand just in front of Elara, "Well, Commander Skywalker. If you haven't figured it out already, you are now my prisoner. I must admit that I'm impressed. Up until a couple of weeks ago, the First Order had no idea of your existence. Had you not shown your face when Malarus was sent to obtain the traitor, Terex, we would have never known about you. But, alas, it appears we have begun the process of wiping away all of the last living Jedi clean of the galaxy."

Elara pokes the inside of her cheek with her tongue while finally gaining the full feeling of her mouth back. She nods to the door of the ship that was now starting to take off, "You didn't have to kill Soule."

Phasma's voice never wavers from its usual monotone as she doesn't hesitate to respond almost like a robot, "I'm afraid we did. He said it himself... politicians cannot be trusted. His security force? They are much easier to pay and keep happy in order to stay quiet."

Elara nods in agreement. She couldn't argue with that, "You're smart... You took the needed precautions in apprehending me. You electrocuted me, driving me into paralysis so I would be unable to fight my way out."

"You were trained to be a Jedi. A Force-user cannot be trusted with their hands, weaponless or not."

"True. And you've even tied down my legs and Hell even my neck. It is indeed smart. But have you ever heard of the Force Mind Trick?"

"Indeed we have. We've been told that you know this ability all too well. But we also know that you can't mind control several beings at once. So even if you were to try and take control of me, there are still over a dozen of my men on this ship who would still be able to raise their guns to you."

Elara sets her jaw in frustration and only stares up at Phasma with a fixed gaze in response. It was like that for the majority of the trip before the transport ship no doubt reunited with what must be a Star Destroyer that was waiting just outside the atmosphere of Coruscant. The small transport jolts for a moment before settling and Captain Phasma only nods before the stormtroopers grab Elara and drag her off the ship. The entire time she was being handled, she didn't try to fight back as she started to get a feeling in her fingers. She knew that there was no chance of escape as long as her bonds are trapping her hands and feet. Instead, she looks around, trying to make sense of the First Order's ship while the soldiers drag her to the nearest holding cell. There was a moment where Elara had a potential window to escape when they had taken off her cuffs, but Phasma had her blaster trained right on Elara's forehead, so the young Skywalker didn't dare try anything. Once she was free of her bonds, the stormtroopers pushed her inside the holding cell and she fell to the floor when she remembered she still hasn't found stability in her legs yet.

Phasma peers into the small window of the holding cell while informing her prisoner, "Kylo Ren will be arriving tomorrow to personally interrogate you."

Her blood runs cold and the feeling in her fingers grow numb. Her heart picks up in speed and she suddenly feels short of breath. With no other thoughts running through her head, Elara stands up with a ragged look in her eyes while staring dead at Phasma's helmet where her eyes were supposed to be, "If you think I would rather be in the presence of Kylo Ren than be dead, you're wrong."

Her quick movements draw Phasma to raise her blaster but she doesn't make a move as she carefully watches Elara sit up and fetch out a necklace from under her clothes. Attached to the necklace was a small vial and before Phasma could yell at her to stop, Elara unstoppered the vial and drinks the entire thing in one go.

She takes a deep breath before tossing the vial aside, already feeling her eyes grow heavy as she grins up at the Captain, "Tell Kylo Ren to go screw himself. I'll let you deal with his temper tantrum."

"NO!"

She doesn't remember anything after that as she falls to the cold floor surrounded by darkness. 

~~~~~~~~~

"General."

Leia looks up from the spot on the floor she must have been staring at for several minutes. The room was dark apart from the lights she left on, and Poe looked concerned, to say the least.

"Are you alright? Any particular reason why you called me here in the middle of the night?"

"I need your help," Leia lets out a shaky breath, "My niece has been kidnapped by the First Order."

She spares a glance up at Poe and noticed the look of horror in his eyes before he quickly tries to regain his composure and act professionally again, his gaze hardened, "When?"

"Several hours ago."

"How do you know this?"

"When she left, I told her to ping her location to me by certain times on the dot," she glares at the pilot when she noticed that questioning look, "Don't do that! I am allowed to worry. And just now she didn't respond. Also, I... I sensed it, through the Force. I need your help saving her. And it needs to be done before this time tomorrow."

"What do you mean, General?"

"Elara and I share two necklaces filled with poison," Leia reaches for her neck and pulls out a chain from her shirt with a small vial hanging off the end of it, "It's a form of biotoxin; one of a kind. And it's our fail-safe. We made a pact that if we were ever captured, we would never give the First Order any information. What we also share is this one little vial," she holds up the second object after digging it out of her pocket, "The cure to the poison. She leaves it with me whenever she leaves the base, and I leave it with her vice versa. After the poison is injected, you have 24 hours to inject the cure before the heart stops completely. And no doubt my niece injected the poison almost immediately after being captured, which means you have even less time than that to find her."

Poe tries but fails to hide his worry this time, a rushed breath of air escaping him while his eyes droop. He looks between Leia and the vile before forming words, "Do we know where she's being taken?"

"...We don't," Leia pockets the cure again and folds her arms, "And until you bring her back here so that I can give her the cure, my niece is as good as dead."

"Why not bring the cure to her?"

"It's too dangerous, Poe. What if the First Order realizes you're bringing the cure to her? Then they'll just lie and wait, use her as bait. By the end of the day, you'll both be captured," Leia sighs in frustration while resting her forehead in her hand, staring down at the floor, "I was foolish to let her go out on a mission alone. It's not safe for her right now."

"Woah, what are you talking about?"

"The First Order will not rest until the Last Jedi is destroyed. That's why we've been trying to find Luke as fast as possible. And as far as I know, Luke and Elara are indeed the last of their kind, putting her in as much danger as he is. But she's barely left the base for her to be considered a target up until now, and there's no doubt the First Order discovered she was alive when she led the Black Squadron to save you from Terex," a spike of guilt reaches Poe's chest and the General continues without noticing, "But now that they have her, the only reason she's still alive is that she has valuable intel that can give the First Order a crutch against our forces."

"Which is why you should let Black Squadron bring the cure to her," Poe reasons with a desperate look in his eye, "With all due respect, General, less than 24 hours is not a lot of time to find someone in such a huge galaxy. We've already been struggling at finding your brother for the past few months, how do we find Elara in a little less than a day?"

"We have a lead, Poe, and we're going to have to take it. I know what quadrant she disappeared in. She had landed on Coruscant but never made it to the event she was supposed to attend tonight. At least we have a place we can look because as far as we know, the First Order has no way to tell that we've noticed Elara is missing. I want you and Black Squadron to run a rescue operation and bring Elara back to me where I can give her the cure, but there are no other options where we can bring the cure to her."

Leia fixes Poe with a glare that causes the pilot to tense up before slowly deflating in defeat. He sighs, tired, and frustrated before nodding, "I understand, General. When do we leave?"

"The sooner the better. Take this with you," Leia turns to grab something off her desk and presents Poe with Elara's lightsaber, "No doubt you might have to fight your way out if the First Order catches on that you're rescuing her."

"No doubt," he agrees and clips the lightsaber to his belt. He turns around to walk to the door but stops. He must have stared at the door for several moments while his mind buzzes with several thoughts. After a while, Poe growls under his breath and turns back around. He struts up to the General and gently places his hands on Leia's shoulders, trying to flash a comforting smile, "We'll get her back, Leia. I promise."

Leia must have been holding her breath up until that point as her shoulders sag against Poe's hands and sigh loudly. She tugs a small smile up at him before light-heartedly patting his arm, "I know."

His eyes gleam a little before he pulls away and hurries out of the door. Leia deflates and slowly walks around her desk to sit down, resting her face in her hands while trying to pull herself together.

~~~~~~~~~

It didn't take long for Poe to wake up the rest of his team along with half the base in his frantic acts at getting his ship up and running as fast as possible. Once they knew the situation, Snap, Karé, and Jessika all dawn their helmets and sprint to their ships, their astromech droids practically rolling back and forth and in circles in all of the chaos.

"Poe, relax," Jess tries easing her leader's worries as he tries frantically tightening the wires of his engine before slamming the compartment shut in such a haste, "Skywalker is... well, almost a Jedi. She is completely capable of handling herself."

Dameron takes a moment to pause and relay Jessika's words back in his mind before letting out a long breath and trailing his fingers through his hair, "You're right..."

Jess smiles gently before turning away to prep her ship, unaware that Poe was starting to twitch uncharacteristically again behind her back. Snap does, however, and jogs over to pat Poe's back, "You alright, Black Leader?"

"I... I mean, you should have seen the look on the General's face. It's like she knows the odds of us finding her niece alive are slim. I worry about her."

Snap scoffs half-heartedly while egging his leader on, "Come on, Poe. We all know why you're really worried about Commander Skywalker," for the moment, Poe looks taken off guard and fixes his friend a confused look. Wexley chuckles before continuing, "We also know that the two of you like to be around one another."

Poe's eyes widen once he realizes what Snap is implying before turning his gaze down to stare at his hands, "Elara comes around to see me because she wants to know if we've gotten any closer to finding her father."

"Anyone with a pair of eyes knows that Elara isn't exactly fond of Luke Skywalker. I once saw her physically wince like she was in pain at the very mention of him," Snap recalls with a distant look before explaining further, "I get that way sometimes whenever someone mentions my ma. But I'm no fool, Poe. And neither are the rest of your team. We've seen the way she got when she recruited us to save you. We've seen the way you get her to laugh even when no else on base ever could. There's definitely some form of connection between the two of you that you might not understand yet, but you will eventually."

"Snap," Poe tries to sturdy his voice, "There's literally no time for that."

"Do you think that way whenever you see me and Karé?"

"No, of course not! You guys are--"

"Meant for each other? Obviously. We make each other happy," Snap chuckles in amusement of Poe's denial while patting his shoulder again, "And you may be one of the happiest guys I've ever met, Poe, but Skywalker makes you shine brighter than any star we've ever flown through, buddy."

Snap walks away before Poe could get another word in, driving the Black Leader into further frustration as BB-8 announces they're ready to go. Poe has never heard better news and completely forgets Snap's words as he quickly snatches his helmet up and shoves it over his head without much care for his hair. He climbs up the ladder and into the cockpit, flipping a few of the switches as both engines on either side warm-up and rattle both wings. The others have gotten into their ship as well and Poe sends them the coordinates.

"Ready to go!" Karé announces once she's strapped in, the others also saying the same thing.

"Alright, listen up. We now have less than 12 hours to bring Skywalker back alive," Poe explains as the ships start to levitate in the air and rise higher into the sky, "This rescue mission requires us to get upfront and personal with the First Order. Let's try not to start a war while we're at it."

"Copy that."

Poe grips the controls and glares up at the stars ahead of him, more focused and determined now more than ever. He lost L'ulo, he lost Oddy, and he refused to lose another.

"Jumping into lightspeed in three... two... one..."

~~~~~~~~~

Leia hears the ships take off from her office and closes her eyes, willing the Force around her, and praying for the team's safe return along with Elara's. The General reaches into her pocket for the cure to the poison, only to come up empty. Blinking in confusion, Leia looks down into her pocket and searches again before coming to the conclusion that the vial is officially gone. Looking around her office, Leia thinks back to the last time she had it and remembers Poe's hands on her shoulders.

Leia nearly swore as a startled smile graces her face at the thought of Poe Dameron pickpocketing her, "You sneaky little... Where did he learn to do that?"

~~~~~~~~~

Once jumping out of lightspeed, Poe's X-Wing creaks uncomfortably but he ignores it as the others stop next to him with their eyes set on the planet Coruscant... but no Star Destroyer insight.

"There it is..." Jess mutters out loud at the sight of the planet.

Poe looks around over the vast sea of stars around them but comes up empty, "Fly around the planet. Let's see if we can spot them."

The ships veer off and start to make their journey around the large planet. For the majority of the impending ride, everyone is silent, most likely tense about what they might or might not find once they get to the other side. The entire time they glide over the planet's orbit, Poe is antsy and side-eyeing the clock. It was a long haul between D'Qar and Coruscant even with lightspeed, and with the possibility that the Star Destroyer has already taken off into hyperspace, Elara will only have a handful of hours left.

"Poe, I'm coming close to the other side."

He looks away from the clock for the tenth time and watches Jessika's X-Wing glide in front of the others, closer to the outer edge of Coruscant, "Tell me something good, Testor."

The others take it to good heart that Poe is going by nicknames again, but they hold their breath nonetheless as they watch Jess grow closer over the other side of the planet, almost out of sight of the other ships. 

"I see it! I see the Star Destroyer!"

Poe nearly deflates in relief, sinking back into his seat as the other ships closely follow Jess. Before long, they make it to the other side of the planet and see what Jess was seeing. Low and behold, the Star Destroyer was still there, just hovering above Coruscant's atmosphere. 

"So what's the plan, boss?" Karé asked.

"Yeah, there's no way our ships can get away undetected by that thing," Snap points out.

Dameron ponders on this for the total time of a few seconds before explaining, "Not unless we have a distraction. Karé, you're with me. Snap and Jess, fly down towards Coruscant to gain the Star Destroyer's attention. Meanwhile, Karé and I will come up from behind them and sneak on board."

"There's going to be several stormtroopers swarming the place, Poe," Karé exclaims, "How are we going to sneak around on board without getting caught? We don't even know where they're hiding Skywalker."

He hadn't thought about that and can feel his brain hurting with several, reckless ideas in mind, groaning to himself, "Let me think..."

It was only silent for a matter of seconds before Jess carefully explains, "Poe, I hate to make you feel pressured, but Skywalker doesn't have that much time for you to think."

Poe curses and just settles with his best idea, "Alright, let's try this. Perhaps we draw their fire towards our distractions. I don't want you to be the ones to start firing, but Snap and Jess if you guys are able to piss them off, I suggest you give it your best. As the stormtroopers start to empty out of the Star Destroyer to focus their efforts on the two of you, Beebee-Ate will hack into their computer and figure out where Skywalker's holding cell is located. Karé will watch my six while I go and give Skywalker the cure and her lightsaber."

"Copy that."

Snap decides to slide in one sly comment, "Behave yourself with my girlfriend."

Karé laughs and Poe wasn't ashamed to admit that he smiled a little, too, "You guys stay safe."

"Will do!"