Rey had never particularly cared for learning the military tactics involved with space battles. Despite this, the Resistance got it into their minds that because she was a good pilot and Force-sensitive, Rey ought to be involved with the planning sessions. So here she sat, trying her best to follow Captain Connix and the others, hoping that at some point the Force would nudge her mind with some small insight.

Usually Poe helped with strategic planning like this, but he was in another sector of the galaxy, along with her husband Ben and some of the other pilots. Rey didn't know too many details surrounding the circumstances of their mission other than the fact that it involved smugglers trafficing weapons to First Order sympathizers. She'd wanted to help with this operation, but there was someone who required her assistance far more: her daughter.

How was it, Rey wondered, that Cela was already five years old? Despite being born on Endor, Cela had spent all but the first few months of her life with the Resistance. Granted, the consistent moving from base to base could be hard at times, but Cela loved seeing all the different environments on different planets. Another plus was that while there were not many children in the Resistance, the families were typically stationed on the same bases so the younglings would have the same mentors and grow up with one another.

So when duty called either Ben or Rey would go on a mission, while the other stayed behind to care for their daughter. Rey appreciated how accommodating the Resistance tried to be with parents, but even then there were some who still opposed Ben's presence, and as an extension Cela. Nobody was ever mean to their daughter, and the girl was young enough that she didn't notice some of the adults simply avoided her, but these unspoken aversions pained Rey nonetheless. Ben had proven himself time and time again over these past five years, and Cela was a good, respectful child. But nobody can force someone to change their mind, so Rey would try her best to brush it of whilst finding comfort in the friends she was proud to call family.

"The mission in intercepting the smugglers was successful," Captain Connix continued as she shut the holo-projector off. "So long as there are no reprisals, our plans will not need to be put in motion,"

And therefore rendering this three-hour meeting useless. Rey sighed. At least they were prepared for the worst.

Standing up in unison with the other members of the Resistance, Rey's head suddenly began to swim with dizziness. Placing a hand on the table, Rey quickly steadied herself.

"Are you all right?" one of the members asked. Rey looked up to find every face in the small room staring at her.

"I'm fine," she said, "Just stood up too fast,"

The words sounded ridiculous in Rey's own ears. While they were true, rarely did she ever feel suddenly dizzy, let alone sick…this was one of the many perks of a high midichlorian count. Unless…

Collecting her things, Rey left without another word. There was something she suddenly needed to do.