It is a time of uncertainty in the galaxy. Standing against the oppression of the First Order is General Organa's Resistance, including Poe Dameron and his team of pilots-- Black Squadron.

Poe Dameron and his team have recently emerged from a bittersweet victory. Through a combination of luck and skill, they defeated the ruthless crime lord Terex, although in the process they lost one of their own, grizzled veteran pilot L'ulo. Terex was taken prisoner by his former employers, the evil First Order, who intend to punish him for defying their commands.

Now, back at the hidden Resistance base, Black Squadron and their comrades have come together to mourn their loss, while in a First Order prison cell Terex awaits his fate...

~~~~~~~~~

"This is a sad day," Leia places her hand over the coffin, her golden armbands reflecting from the light shining into the room behind her. Tears were brimming in her tired eyes that eventually fell and absorbed into her black robes. It was a look Elara never liked seeing on her aunt and she tried not to think about the last funeral where she saw Leia cry. She tries not to think about this funeral, right now, while she stands near the General and looks over the small crowd of Resistance fighters who have come to attend. At the very front of the crowd were Poe and the rest of Black Squadron with one less L'ulo and one less Oddy.

Leia takes a breath before continuing, "We have lost one of our own. L'ulo L'ampar, a skilled, fierce warrior who spent his life on the side of all that is good and right in the galaxy. As he lived, he died, and we will miss him very much. I could tell you stories about L'ulo for hours, and I'm sure that time will come. Right now, though, I would like his commanding officer to say a few words."

Elara watched Poe slowly walk up the steps towards her and Leia, his eyes only fixed on the coffin with the Resistance's symbol painted on the front. The General extends her hand out to him with a look of concern, whispering so that only he would hear, "Are you ready, Poe?"

"Not really," he whispered back while resting a hand on the coffin before turning to the rest of the audience, "Not for this. These days, we don't talk about the Force that much. I don't know if it's gone out of fashion, or if it's just harder to see around us. It was different for me growing up. We used to tell stories about the Force all the time."

Poe looks over at Elara out of the corner of his eye. She wore similar dark robes that her parents used to wear towards the end of the first war back on Endor. Her hair was loose and tucked behind her ears, and even though she avoided everyone's gaze, she stood tall and looked over the rest of them in order to appear strong. She wasn't wearing her lightsaber or any weapon, and yet she still looked fierce, ready for a fight. Poe might not remember her mother as well as he'd like, but he remembered that Nora was just like that, "I'd like to tell you one now. I heard it from an old friend of my family-- someone who understands the Force as well as anyone alive. She told me about an old Jedi she knew, one of the very last. He was as strong and tough as any of them and went out fighting evil, just like L'ulo did. She was there when it happened, and she told me his body just vanished. Empty robes and a lightsaber. That's all that was left."

Elara and Leia exchange knowing looks while Poe continued, trying not to think about what Karé said about Nora Tade. He didn't want to think about Elara's mother vanishing in her arms and tried to relay his story about the old Jedi known as Ben Kenobi, "She didn't get it-- didn't understand, not until a long time after, when she was talking to her brother. He's a Jedi, too, and he told her something he'd learned from his master. We're not this," he places a hand over his chest, "We're not just flesh and bone. Not just stuff. We're more. We're luminous. That's what he said."

He places his hand back on the coffin while the rest of Black Squadron lowers their heads, "This coffin's empty. A lot of empty coffins in this business. That's how starfighter pilots go. One second we're there, next we're just atoms, drifting through the universe. We vanish, just like that old Jedi did."

She didn't say anything, but Elara could see Poe starting to crumble and she could hear the break in his voice, "But that doesn't mean we're gone. L'ulo was pretty much my uncle. He helped raise me since I was a kid. He was cranky, kind, strong and one of the best pilots I've ever met. If he saw a way to help someone, he'd take it, and he never turned away from a fight against the bad guys, no matter the odds. You want to talk luminous? L'ulo L'ampar was about as luminous as they come. The stuff might be gone, but he's not. I can still feel him. Right here."

Poe places both of his hands over his heart, "Shining away. May the Force be with you, L'ulo. And with all of us."

~~~~~~~~~

Elara knew that if Poe wasn't at the Wake then she would find him alone in the cantina. Nearly everyone in D'Qar wanted to honor L'ulo as a veteran and a war hero, so that left most of the hidden base empty for the time being while the celebration of his life took place outside and in the air, as he would have wanted. But the Force told Elara that Poe was interested in being alone after Leia had gone up to him and grounded him until further notice, so she knew not to look for him where there were crowds.

BB-8 didn't appear to be Force-sensitive like Elara, however, and had decided to also crash on Poe's little pity parade without even caring if the pilot wanted to be left alone. Elara found the little droid right at his respective pilot's feet while Poe pressed himself against the mess hall's bar, looking off into space with an untouched drink right at his fingertips. Elara silently moves to sit on the barstool beside him, lifting her hand to place a bottle of Corellian Reserve down that she managed to sneak away from the Wake. When she heard that Leia had been gifted such a luxury by Han a few years back, Elara just had to have it. Lifting her now empty hand again, she watches a glass float in her direction at her command. The pitcher of Corellian Reserve pours the drink into her glass and sets itself down gracefully onto the counter. She waves her hand again and the pitcher floats over to Poe, pouring a separate glass for him instead of the one he currently had full of pathetic vodka. Elara takes a sip of her drink once its full and glances over in Poe's direction, catching his eye while he watched her curiously. His eyes dart between her and the untouched pitcher she made float in thin air, eyebrows rising expectedly.

She smirks and shrugs it off, taking a sip of her drink and sighing in satisfaction. Her smile turns up even more when Poe abruptly laughs, sending both of them into a set of giggles. After a while, it dies back down leaving them in comfortable silence, both of their faces now grinning while staring down at their drinks.

"L'ulo talked about my mother a lot."

Poe turned back to give her the most surprised expression he had ever created. Elara shrugs again in response and takes another sip of her drink, "He talked about Leia, Han, and Luke, too, but my God it was like he was in love with my mother. He worshiped the ground she walked on back in the day, came at her beck and call whenever she needed it. He was always so eager to follow her command, no matter how reckless or stupid it may be. When I first joined the Resistance, the very first thing L'ulo said to me was 'For a moment, I thought I was looking at your mother'."

Elara sets down her drink to motion to Poe, "I think your mother was in that squadron, too. The one my mother commanded, I mean. I know my father mentioned a Shara Bey before."

"Yeah, he gifted my mother a Force-sensitive tree for her help retrieving it. That tree grew up alongside me," Poe nods with a small, distant smile at the memory. He also faintly remembered times where Nora Tade would meditate under that tree whenever she'd visit. Poe was so tempted to ask Elara about it but decided against it since this was the first time Elara has ever mentioned her mother light-heartedly and would hate to bring back painful memories. Instead, he pretended to not have known his godmother, "Your mom was a pilot, too?"

"Oh yeah. Absolutely! She grew up with Han Solo. He taught her everything she needed to know back in their smuggling days."

"I wish my mother could have taught me everything she knew. I was eight when she died. L'ulo helped my dad raise me ever since," Poe looked up at her to notice the pitiful glance she aimed at him, and in response, he bloomed a mischievous look in his eyes, driving Elara to feel suspicious as he smiled at her, "Wanna know what I think? I think he'd get a kick out of it if I ended up following your command all the time. Worshipping the ground you walk on, coming to your beck and call, eager to follow your orders. Just like how he did with your mother. Repeating history and the like."

She laughs and talks into her nearly empty cup, "Just don't fall in love with me, Dameron, and we'll make L'ulo and Nora proud."

"Will do."

~~~~~~~~~

After sobering up a bit and thinking about the future, Poe finds Leia and she ungrounds him with a mission in mind for his team. She leads him and Elara to the war room and they're met with Admiral Statura. The four of them crowd around the table while a list of names that are crossed out are projected over their heads while the General states the obvious.

"This is a crisis. Admiral Statura, if you would?"

"We are critically low on supplies, particularly fuel," the Admiral informs Elara and Poe, "In the past, we have occasionally purchased these items from contacts in the galactic underworld. The system has worked well-- through a system of double blinds, we could buy what we needed while keeping our location secret. But in recent weeks, our contacts have gone silent. Only one remains-- Captain Perrili."

"What do you think's going on, General?" Poe tilts his head at Leia.

"I wish I knew, Poe. I got these names from... from my husband. They've been reliable so far. Honest... for smugglers. They're dropping away, one by one. They're just gone. Like they're being targeted."

"Targeted," Dameron hums, "If I didn't know better, it sounds like something Terex would do-- but he's dead."

"It doesn't matter why. Not right now. If we don't have fuel, then we can't fight. And if we can't fight... then it's over before it begins."

"General, if I may," Poe looks over at Elara as she addresses Leia from across the table, holding her chin up, "If you got this list of names from your husband, then why don't we ask your husband if he's had recent contact with any of them. Or, at the very least, grab a new list of names Han Solo trusts."

Poe turns his head back to Leia, who seems rather keen on fixing her niece with a stoic expression meant to turn people to ash if used properly. Both Poe and Admiral Statura exchanged odd glances at one another as the two women come at a stand-still, staring down one another until Leia surrenders with a tired sigh.

"Do we have communication with him?"

Elara smirks and nods in return, "Absolutely. He promised he'd keep comms open to the Resistance should we ever need him."

"And yet, he's never come back."

"You're the one who married him. You know better than anyone that he always comes back," Elara scoffs while looking down at her datapad, "Shall I make contact, General?"

Leia purses her lips until her eyes dart to Poe, then she opens her mouth, "Only if Black Squadron fails this mission."

Poe couldn't help but take the opportunity at being sarcastic, "No pressure."

After the debriefing, Elara and Poe go to find the rest of Black Squadron and prep them for the mission at hand. Skywalker has her datapad out while simultaneously walking without looking up, explaining a few things to Poe, "I've contacted your astromech droids and they'll be waiting for you at your ships, which are all currently being run through diagnostics. Your X-Wing still had a few bumps and bruises here and there, but it appears Beebee-Ate is fast when he wants to be."

"Hey!" She snorts in response to his protest before finally looking up to notice Poe had been staring at her. She raises an eyebrow and he blinks out of whatever daze he was in and he cleared his throat, "You and the General disagree a lot more than I originally thought."

"Of course we do. Unlike others, I'm allowed to disagree with her."

He smirks while staring down the hangar deck, "She must be really desperate for us to come back with fuel if she refuses to contact Han Solo of all people."

Elara lowers her head and pretends to busy herself with her datapad, "That's... different."

Poe waves it off when she clearly appeared uncomfortable about the topic, "I get it. That's not my business. Still... it wouldn't hurt to have General Solo around if war comes knocking at our door."

"Never say that whenever he's around," a smile was ever so faint on Elara's lips while she huffs a small laugh, "His brain will get swollen from his ego being fed. If asked, I'll only say that we needed Chewbacca more than him. And you can't get one without the other anyways."

They both look down the tarmac to watch Black Squadron all hanging around their respective ships. Poe begins to walk over before turning around and half-ass saluting Elara with a lop-sided grin, "Until next time, Commander."

"Just don't make me have to come out there and rescue you... again," she winks in response before turning on her heel and walking away.

~~~~~~~~~

Poe noticed how everything was so quiet the second they were all in hyperspace. He turns the dials and comms everyone, "I know what you're all thinking. First mission without L'ulo. I'm thinking it, too. Not great. But here's what else I'm thinking. We can let L'ulo's passing weaken us... or we can find a way for it to make us stronger. Here's what I say. This mission succeeds, no matter what. For the Resistance, sure. But also for L'ulo.

The atmosphere felt immediately lighter as Snap's voice answers, "Yeah, wouldn't want him worrying we're going to screw everything up now that he's gone."

A laugh is startled out of Karé as she replies, "All right. For L'ulo. This one works. No matter what."

"Right there with you!" Jess pitches in.

Poe smiles proudly at his team and nods in agreement without them seeing it, "No matter what. We're here. Dropping out of hyperspace."

~~~~~~~~~

That mission went as smoothly as one could expect from Black Squadron, which isn't saying much, but they did retrieve fuel for the Resistance at the very least. They did it for L'ulo and they couldn't ask for anything more than that. The mission that came after that, however, less than smoothly and even more weight to add to Poe's shoulders. 

Leia had an old Navy friend of his, Suralinda Javos, work as the Resistance's custodian after she had tricked Poe into bringing her to their secret headquarters. Suralinda was dangerous because she was a journalist... but she had her worth and she wanted to help. And so Leia assigned her to a reconnaissance mission with Jess and Karé in order to find some dirt on the First Order and possibly earn donations for the Resistance. While the ladies are on their mission, Poe and Snap had another. They were tasked with finding the traitor, Oddy Muva, and that was easier said than done. They first went to his home in Abednedo, the Colonies Region, only to find his wife, Sowa, who explains all the unanswered questions Poe had swimming in his mind.

Oddy had to betray the Resistance because Terex had originally captured his wife in exchange for information. Oddy didn't do it for money or fame or safety, he did it for love and it made the ache of losing L'ulo hurt a little less. But regardless, Oddy needed to answer for his crimes and bring justice to the loss of their friend who sacrificed his life for Oddy. Sowa tells Snap and Poe where Oddy was heading and they take off... only to realize it was a trap a little too late.

The First Order had already gotten to Oddy and were currently interrogating him when Snap and Poe arrived. They were imprisoned, and in the meantime, Jess and the others were also rounded up by the First Order. It was looking to be a good day for Commander Malarus and her now brainwashed pet, Terex. 

But when Terex mysteriously frees Oddy and tells him where Snap and Poe are being kept, it seems as though Black Squadron is going to walk away pain-free after all.  Poe and Snap quickly steal back their ships after their cell door mysteriously opened on its own. When they fly out, they noticed that their girls were in trouble and came flying over, guns blazing when Jess, Karé, and Suralinda were stranded on the ground. However, they didn't calculate all of the TIE fighters that started to surround the two X-Wings, but Poe and Snap were willing to take as many baddies as they could down with them if need be. Getting ready for the end, they didn't notice that one of the TIE fighters was attacking its own and buying the boys some time. Oddy had managed to take a TIE for his own and was finally piloting alongside the Black Squadron, just what he always wanted. 

He was able to get the rest of the TIE fighters to follow him as he heads straight towards the First Order's flagship. Systems were failing and there was no other way to ensure the rest of Black Squadron's safety.

"Find my wife. Tell her... tell her I died a pilot."

"Oddy, no!" 

"I loved you guys."

Snap and Poe barely flew away in time for the First Order ship to blow up along with the rest of the TIE fighters. When they picked up the girls and headed home, General Leia and Commander Skywalker were standing out on the landing strip, waiting for them. 

The team walked over to them, their heads lowered and eyes exhausted. Leia didn't say anything for a while, watching the youth of their faces deteriorate with the weight of war and loss slowly sinking into their pores. She's seen this look far too much in her time, and when she looked over at Elara, the younger woman fixed her a look that caused the General to sigh and turn away.

"You are all dismissed. Rest up and debrief me about the mission later."

Poe only nods as the General walks away, the others never bothering to say anything in return. As he stares at the ground, his vision is suddenly obstructed when a pair of boots step closer to his. Looking up, his eyes are swimming far beyond his control and can only make out the blurry silhouette of Elara as she stepped close to him. She reaches out and touches his arm, and he didn't know what to expect, but he wasn't prepared to feel some of the ache drain away from his body and spill into her touch. When he blinked, the tears fell and Poe could finally see her broken expression as she finally came to a conclusion as to what happened, but she doesn't pull her hand away from his arm.

"Oddy?" She guessed from the look in everyone's eyes and the aura surrounding them through the Force. They bore the look of someone who lost a friend, and it was a look she was all too familiar with. She looked back at Poe and saw the tears fall. Every cell in her body wanted to wipe those tears away and never see that look on Poe Dameron's face ever again. But she was able to restrain herself and instead holds her arms out to him with a soft gaze, "I'm sorry."

He looks at her with a weary expression before he gives in and leans into her embrace, letting her hold him in a makeshift hug as she looked over at the others. She pulls away from the hug awkwardly and nods to the Black Squadron, "Go. Get some rest."

No one says a word, and they walk away, Poe included.

~~~~~~~~~

A week had passed after Oddy's death, and even though they wanted to, they felt as though a funeral would be in poor taste. Oddy was their friend and he saved their lives, sure, but he still betrayed the Resistance, and not many others would consider him worthy of a funeral. Everyone knew he had no choice but to betray them. If anyone else were in his shoes, they would have done the same thing. Elara knows she would've, as she walked herself down the stairs towards the base. Elara knows she would've done the same despite being trained not to ever turn her back on the Jedi. She was her father's daughter after all.

"Hey, Skywalker!"

Elara turns back around to watch one of the new recruits -Roice she thinks his name was- jogging up to her from down the hall. When he reached her, his smile was sly and Elara didn't need to be a Jedi to already sense that she wasn't going to like this.

"I was listening in on one of your debriefings with the Black Squadron."

She raises an eyebrow, "If you were then you must have heard the part where the Black Squadron's missions are classified and that they are not to be shared with anyone outside of the Black Squadron."

"Ah, don't get your panties in a bunch, I didn't hear the whole damn lecture. I was distracted."

"I see," Elara nods, clutching her datapad tighter and thinning out her lips, "Then I guess you didn't really need to stop me in the middle of the hallway to tell me this. Good day, Captain."

She turns to leave only to be cut off by the man when he circles her, gluing himself to stand directly in front of her to cut herself short of a step and nearly collide with him.

"I was distracted because I kept watching your lips."

"That isn't a very good reason to be listening in on classified information," the young woman sneers while rolling her eyes, "If you want to just watch my lips, then how about you actually join your own squadron's debriefings ever once in a while? Now, is there anything else you would like to discuss or can I get back to my job?"

"And what job is that exactly?"

To say the question stunned her was an understatement, "I'm sorry?"

"Your job," Roice nods over his shoulder, "You're a commander but I've never seen you out there fighting the good fight."

"I do other things besides fighting. I run background checks to try and find people we can trust with Resistance intelligence. I also calculate battle strategies and oversee preparations for top-secret missions that you. Shouldn't. Know about."

"Right," Roice rolls his eyes, "Like it's some big secret that the General is looking for her brother."

"So you were listening."

"Nevertheless, I don't see you out there risking your neck for the cause," his voice drops into a sultry tone while looking at her, "So what gives you the right to claim the title Commander?"

Elara now sees where this was going, and she was put off by it considering that no one has ever questioned her authority before, "I'm also a Jedi. And my religion strictly states that I am to bring balance between the Light and the Dark Side. And since we're not technically at war with anyone, there is no need for me to fight on either side."

"Wow. Spoken like a true politician," Roice sneers, "I hate politicians."

"Your opinion is noted," Elara responds without hesitation as she tries to move around him again, "Excuse me--"

"But you're not a full Jedi either, aren't you?" Roice continues to block her path with a mocking expression, "You're not a Master."

"And I don't intend on becoming one. I gave up the right to finish my training," Elara was growing impatient, spewing out responses to Roice's stupid ganders faster than a pod racer, "Excuse me-!"

Another step to block her, "So if you're not a real Jedi and you've never led a mission before, then really the only reason why you're a commander is that you just happened to be related to all the right people."

"Roice, for the Force's sake," Elara raised her voice, her blood starting to boil, "Let me pass!"

"Now what kind of commander or even a Jedi would get so easily irritated by a simple captain asking simple questions?" Roice grins when he finally touched a nerve.

"She's a commander because she can be trusted."

Noting that the third voice didn't belong to Roice, Elara turned around to watch Poe Dameron walking up to join them with a hardened glare directed towards Roice, "More importantly, is that the General trusts her."

"Hey, Poe," Roice greeted with the same, mocking grin as before, "Always the knight in shining armor, or so I am told about you."

"Oh, I'm just here because I just happened to smell your stench from down the hallway and wanted to tell you to take a shower," Poe shrugs nonchalantly and casually winks at Elara when she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing, "I know Commander Skywalker can handle herself. She's been pretty restraint with you so far."

"Oh, yeah?" Roice squints suspiciously, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, for one, she doesn't have her lightsaber out, or Force-choking you against a wall, or shooting lightning at you from her fingertips," Poe turns to Elara, "Wait, is that a Sith thing or a Jedi thing?"

"I also own a blaster."

"She also owns a blaster," Poe turns back to Roice while raising his eyebrows impressively, "So I think she's been handling your arrogance pretty well without me."

"Or maybe because she doesn't want to get in trouble with her old auntie," Roice growls in response, his face turning red, "But I honestly doubt it. The old witch of a senator always looks the other way when her little princess is involved."

"Excuse me?" Her eyes narrow for the first time during this conversation and Poe had the good sense to feel like he should run if he were ever the target of that look. But he wasn't. Roice was the target and he was stupid enough to stand his ground as Elara stepped out in front of him while quirking an eyebrow at him, "I don't think I heard you correctly."

"Then your ears must be full of egotistical cotton, cause I said it."

Her frown perked up ever so slightly and Poe watched in amazement as her entire face that was once full of rage shifted and relaxed of any emotions. She looked calm and peaceful, but also powerful and full of purpose... like she was holding the whole cosmos in her hands and she had decided on sparing it. She kept direct eye contact with Roice while lowering her voice to sound as clear and smooth as water, running one of her hands up in a swift, slow motion in front of her, "You will apologize to me and Commander Dameron for wasting our time."

Without warning, Roice rolls his shoulders back, his posture straightening while retaining eye contact with Elara. His voice and facial expression also changed to stoic, his skin turning back to its normal color, "I will apologize to you and Commander Dameron for wasting your time," he slowly looks between her and Poe and holy shit he actually looks sincere, throwing Poe off, "I'm sorry."

"Now," Elara hums, keeping her hand trained on him, "You want to return to your bunk, and rethink your life."

"Now, I want to return to my bunk, and rethink my life."

"Yes, and you will do so while thinking about what the great Han Solo would do to you if he ever found out what you said today about General Leia Organa."

"Yes, and I will do so while thinking about what the great Han Solo would do to me if he ever found out what I said today about General Leia Organa."

"Then," Elara's grin returns, "You will wet yourself when you think about what General Leia Organa herself would do if she found out what you said about her today."

"Then," Roice repeats, "I will wet myself when I think about what General Leia Organa herself would do if she found out what I said about her today."

Poe bursts out laughing and Elara grins triumphantly once the spell is broken and Roice slowly walks away, still entranced until he makes it to his bunk. Elara lowers her hand to finally turn back to Poe and eyes him expectedly, "No one insults my family but me."

He smiles in return and lifted his arms in surrender, "Hey, don't worry about me. I got the message, loud and clear. I'm just glad that I had the privilege to see that."

"What are you doing here anyway?" Elara asks curiously as she now starts to walk in the direction Roice kept blocking her from. Poe follows and is at her heels in seconds.

"I was heading for drinks since Black Squadron appears to have a moment to relax. You're welcome to join us?"

"Sounds like fun. I could only imagine how even more reckless you might be when drunk," Elara snorts when Poe tries to feign a hurt expression, "But I think I'll pass. I need to get ready for a mission of my own."

"A mission? Really?" The pilot's ears nearly perked up and Elara hated to think how adorable she thought it looked, "What is it?"

"Classified to anyone who isn't General Organa or me," she winked, "I won't say the who, what, and where's, but I'm heading out to attend a few parties. The mission is strictly a political one, which, unfortunately, besides military battle strategy, is also my specialty. I'll be gone a week, tops. I'm going to be trying to cozy up and convince rich snobs to donate and sponsor the Resistance."

Poe hisses through his teeth in sympathy, "Well, I wouldn't want to be you."

"No one does," Elara laughs, "And I don't blame them."

"Oh, come on. Who wouldn't want to be a Jedi?"

"I know a couple of Jedis who didn't," Elara hums thoughtfully, "And again, I don't blame them. The way of the Jedi is a strict religion. You have to be a balance in the Force, you cannot afford to feel any certain passionate emotions, you have to cut off all personal ties to your previous life--"

"Woah, wait, really?" Poe's eyes widened, "But... you and your father?"

"Do you want to know the real reason why Darth Vader turned to the Dark Side?" When he nodded, Elara sighed, "It was because he was told that a Sith could have the power to keep people from dying. And Anakin Skywalker had a vision of his pregnant wife dying in childbirth. But he couldn't go to anyone about this vision because no one was supposed to know he was married. He and Padmé Amidala were husband and wife in secret, but a Jedi Knight and a Senator in the public eye. Regardless, Anakin turned to the Dark Side because he believed the Jedi betrayed him and his wife, and not only was he not able to save her, but he actually provoked her death. If he had done nothing, she would have probably lived and I would have a grandmother."

She took a deep breath and Poe patiently waited, knowing that she must have had a difficult time revealing all of this to him, "Luke and Leia should have never been born in the first place because Jedis are not allowed to have families. There are rules placed there for a reason. Of course, rules can be broken and we Skywalkers are known for breaking them."

Poe laughed wholeheartedly and Elara couldn't help but also smile, "Since my father was considered the Last Jedi, he could build up the new Jedi Order with his own set of rules in place. He freely married my mother and they had me, despite how much it would turn old Jedis over in their grave. I guess the same rules apply to me as well, but again, who says I have to follow them? My father and aunt are living proof as to why some rules should be broken."

"Like breaking away from General Organa's orders and bringing Black Squadron to come and rescue me and Threepio?" Poe smiled knowingly, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, did she tell you that?" Elara laughed and nodded, "I sort of lied earlier about that. Yes, Threepio didn't check-in and that's why I was worried... but something through the Force told me you were in trouble. And considering that Leia knows a thing or two about the Force, I think she let me go without putting up as much of a fight."

"Threepio does take pride in knowing you and Leia the most," Poe hums, "He said he was there the day you were born."

The young Jedi scoffs, "Well if he was I don't remember it."

They both laugh together this time until Poe snapped his fingers when remembering something, "You called him family earlier..."

She nods, "It's because he is. If the X-Wing was my nanny, then Threepio was my butler."

Poe laughed to the point where his sides hurt and had to bend down ever so slightly to catch his breath, "Then... then who was Artoo?"

"The drunk uncle," she lets Poe laugh out all of that energy before humming thoughtfully, "My aunt has always said... never underestimate a droid."

"Do you think you would join Black Squadron if we got you a good droid?" Poe grinned.

"Not on your life," she grinned back with a fond look in her eye, "My father had Artoo as his astromech droid, and if past war records serve me right then so did Anakin Skywalker. I would trust my life with him and only him. And until Artoo is back up and running, I won't fly with any other droid."

Poe nods with a fond smile, "That's fair. I get it. I really do."

"I know. Give Beebee-Ate my love when you find him. I should be getting ready to leave. It was nice chatting with you," She spun at her heel and waved over her shoulder, "See you around, Dameron."

Poe smiles and waves back, "May the Force be with you, Skywalker."