The rest of their Resistance base took the news of the growing Solo family as one would expect: Rey was congratulated with hugs while Ben received hearty handshakes. More importantly to the Solo's, Cela was very excited to learn she was going to be a big sister. What Rey and Ben did not mention to these individuals was how the Force was involved (aside from Luke, Poe, BB-8, Chewbacca, and R2-D2, whom they had shared the news with originally). Still, the question remained how should they proceed from here on out.
Rey, of course, was excluded from her duties as a pilot and assisted with activities on base. Ben, on the other hand, was still participating on missions when called. When he was away and Rey wasn't helping the Resistance or performing motherly duties, she was often found with Luke. She may not have been a Jedi, but as a Force user she was eager to learn anything and everything she could, particularly during uncertain times like these.
It wasn't until she was training with Luke when she was four months along that she realized she was having trouble controlling the Force.
During one of her sessions she'd tapped into the Force, reaching out in an attempt to locate the supposed "children of the Force". When she did this she felt their various hums stretched across the galaxy, but she could not pinpoint exactly where.
"Rey?" Luke asked.
As Rey slowly disassociated herself from the Force's connection, there was a shattering sound as a nearby glass vase unexpectedly split on one side, then toppled onto the floor. Rey looked around, wondering what had caused the vase to fall, but the only other person in the room was Luke.
"What happened?" Rey asked.
"I didn't see anything," Luke gave her a cautious look, "Which is why I'm inclined to say something happened here,"
"I heard you say my name," Rey explained, "So I came back," Rey indicated towards the glass on the floor. "Then I heard the shattering,"
They stared at each other for a moment, and then Rey said, "I'll get a bin to clean it up,"
The general inspected his image in the mirror and smiled. All things considered, time aged him well. Sure, gray sprouted amongst his red hair, but he wore it with pride. He'd been in this war a long time, and had no intention of ceasing his resilience until either the Resistance fell or he gave his final breath. Personally, the general thought the former would happen first.
The Darkness had enacted its plan across the galaxy, but these so-called children of the Force were of no concern to him. It would take years for these infants, toddlers, and children to grow to their full potential. Until then (and even still after), the First Order had to rely on military power. Sure, the Knights of Ren had their little errands in the meantime, but they were individuals, not to be compared with the brute strength of military fleets.
War was military, and military was muscle. And the person who flexed that muscle was Hux.
