Now or Never

To witness the passing of General Organa in the Force was a devastating experience for Nomi, but it gave her even more reason and determination to carry on with the fight her late friend had begun.

It was a few days after the general's passing when Salla Zend and every hand available helped to unload the cargo from the last raid. She whistled silently looking at the crates containing weapons, ammo and refined coaxium. This was actually a good catch. Not to mention the food. Everything was very welcome.
Someone was laughing at a joke by Dash Jr. who was carrying a crate. Everything was as normal as it could be under the circumstances.

"This will last for three standard weeks, I think," Corran told his mother while he was sitting down at the comm unit. It was his shift where he would listen to the comm traffic.
Nomi gave him a smile and sat down at her son's side.
"With luck a bit longer, Corran," the Jedi responded and leaned back in the chair.
"If you say so," her son said and donned the headset. Corran was in a good mood and poured Nomi a mug of caf. His mother took the mug and then a sip of the hot liquid. The young man smiled, concentrating on the comm traffic while sipping at his own mug of caf. Suddenly he paled and nearly spilled the sip of caf he just had in his mouth. He finally managed to gulp it down.
"They…they did it again, Mama," he stammered and looked at his mother in shock.
"Who did what again?" The Jedi asked despite she was almost sure she knew already what Corran was talking about.
"The First Order…Kijimi…it's gone. Some smugglers are just talking about this. He removed the headset and handed it to his mother.
Nomi took the headset and listened by herself now. Corran was right; the First Order must have destroyed Kijimi. The commander was wondering how they were able to do this after Starkiller Base was destroyed. She doubted that the First Order had built a new one, but then she remembered what her son had told her about the miniaturized Death Star technology they used on Crait back then. She slammed her fist on the table and removed the headset.
"We must stop them! They are worse than the Empire!" Her eyes were sparkling with anger. "The First Order must have access to a place where the Empire has stored blueprints of what they were developing, like the hyperspace tracking you told us of, Corran."
Her son nodded and took the headset his mother had removed.
"Maybe you are right about this, Mama, but I've no idea where and how they were able to find something like this," the young Jedi said while tuning the comm unit to the next frequency.
Nomi stood up and looked at her son. "Sadly we have neither the equipment nor the personnel to investigate. Then she turned and left the room.

Corran had listened to the comm traffic for several hours already, when a voice caught his attention he hadn't heard for years. It was a long time ago he had heard the voice for the last time, but he recognized it immediately.
"Uncle Lando?" He asked and turned the switch to fine tune the receiver. Then he heard a chuckle before the response came.
"Of course, who else should it be? To whom of the triplets am I speaking?"
The young Jedi chuckled also, before answering the old entrepreneur.
"It's Corran, Uncle Lando. Why are you calling?" He used the Force to pull a datapad close if he would need to make notes.
"I must speak with your mother, given that she is still alive. With the First Order around, you can't be sure about this nowadays," he paused waiting for the young man's answer.
"Mama is very alive and gives the First Order a hard time. We all do our best, being the last survivors of General Organa's Resistance."
"You think you are the last survivors?" Lando Calrissian asked, but then he continued without waiting for an answer since it was only a rhetorical question. He knew very well that Nomi's Resistance cell wasn't the last one. "I must meet your mother, Corran."
This came unexpected for the young Jedi and he was unsure if he should give the man he knew all of his lifetime as "Uncle Lando" the coordinates of their base. It took a while until he made up his mind and he responded finally.
"Mama wants to keep the base as safe as possible."
Nomi had entered the command center again and heard her son's last remark.
"To whom are you speaking, Corran?" She asked, sitting down at her youngest son's side.
"Uncle Lando," the young man answered, removed the headset and handed it over to his mother.
"Hello, Lando, here's Nomi," she said. "It's been a long time we spoke the last."
Calrissian interrupted her.
"There isn't much time, Nomi. The Emperor is alive and up to something big, it seems. We know that he's hiding in the Unknown Regions and have a way to find him. We need as much firepower as possible. It's now or never. Are you with us?"
The commander's answer came without hesitation.
"Yes, Lando, we're with you. Send me the coordinates and we will be there as soon as possible."
"We will end this or die trying. I see you and your warriors soon. The coordinates are sent as we speak."
Lando cut the connection. There were many more he had to contact. Most of them were veterans of the Galactic Civil War.