Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars characters; however, Angeles & Les Dollslayer characters are mine.
"Leia, I need to stay," Senator Angeles Dollslayer said to the Senator from Tatooine.
"No, Angeles," Leia Organa replied. "Cast your ballot now and go be with your father."
Angeles was twenty five. It seemed forever senators like herself and Leia were begging the Senate to declare war against the First Order, which were led by General Armitage Hux. Planets in the Outer Rim were either taken over, or in the case of Mandalore, Lothal and Dantooine, were blown up by Starkiller Base.
For the third time, the Senate was going to vote. Angeles hoped that this time would be a successful one.
"It will happen," Leia told her. "But you need to go be with your father. If he passes away without you saying goodbye, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
So Angeles cast her vote early, gave a warm hug to Leia, and promised she would come back to Hosnian Prime as soon as she could.
"May the Force be with you, Angeles," Leia said, waving at the young woman as she exited the elder Senator's office.
"Poe, I am heading back home," Angeles said into her watch to her best friend. "My father has taken a turn for the worse"
"I am sorry to hear that," Poe somberly replied. "As soon as I'm done in Coreilla, I will head back to Hosnian Prime, speak to my commanding officer, and then head to Naboo."
"Ok." She wanted to ask Poe what his mission was, but knew better to ask. There were things she could not tell him as a Senator, and there were things he could not tell her as a military commander. But the biggest thing Angeles could not tell Poe was that she had romantic feelings for him.
Sometime later, she entered her father's bedroom. He was a thinner version of himself, but he still greeted her with the same warm smile.
"There's my beautiful daughter," Les said, his breathing heavy.
"Dad, don't talk. Save your strength," Angeles insisted, as she sat by his bedside.
"I don't have any strength to save. Sweetie, thank you for coming. I know the Senate is voting on the declaration of war."
"They are. I hope the vote is a success this time. The First Order has destroyed three planets already, and killed many innocent lives. They need to be stopped before they take over the galaxy."
"You look worried, Angeles. Remember, evil may triumph for a little while, but good always prevails in the end."
Angeles' watched started beeping. Les weakly smiled and said,
"Go ahead and take your call. I will be here waiting."
Angeles kissed her father on the cheek before slipping outside the room. She dialed the number.
"Hello?" Angeles said, speaking to her watch.
"Angeles! Thank the Maker you're alive!," she heard a familiar voice reply.
"Sabine?" Angeles uttered in surprise. Sabine Wren was the Mandalorian representative in the Senate, ever since her home planet was destroyed.
"Angeles, the Hosnian System, it's gone..."
"Gone? What do you mean by gone?" Then Angeles realized the horrible truth Sabine was trying to say. Starkiller Base had fired on the system, murdering billions of lives.
"Sabine, the majority of the Senate was still there, voting..." Angeles gasped, still in shock over the news.
"Angeles, you didn't hear the news? The vote passed. The Senate declared war on the First Order."
"I didn't. I'm on Naboo. My father, he is dying."
"I am sorry to hear that, Angeles. I will let you go and be with your father. I will try to reach out and see who else from the Senate is still alive."
"Please keep in touch," Angeles insisted.
"I will," Sabine assured her. "May the Force by with you and your father."
After the call was disconnected, Angeles could only stare at the wall. Most of her colleagues, including Leia Organa, were on Hosnian Prime. Leia was a mother figure to her, especially after she had been kidnapped by the Empire at seventeen. Now she was gone.
"You bastard!" Angeles growled to herself, remembering that Hux was the one behind the attacks. "You will pay for all the suffering you caused, even if it is the very last thing I ever do!"
She took a deep breath. Now was not the time to seek revenge. It was time to mourn the many good men and women she called her colleagues.
"Oh no!" Angeles remembered, her voice quaking. "Poe was suppose to go back to Hosnian Prime..."