03/13/19 A/N: Just so that all my lovely readers are aware, this story and the other posted stories in my Lady Adyé Series are going to be retired in the near future.

What does this mean?

It means I'm about to start the process of revisiting this series and revising and expanding the Three Main Stories - Lady Amalia, Lady Obscura, and Lady Adye. It means I'm looking into integrating parts of my companion one-shot collection, my Rogue One companion story, unpublished material and new material into the main stories. It's going to be the same story, just with more to explore and enjoy!

When is this going to happen?

I don't have a concrete answer for that one. I have a couple other stories I need to finish first, but I'm already starting to work on this project, working on which one-shots to integrate, areas I would like to expand, areas I need to clean up - all that fun stuff. But it is going to happen and, once it does and the New Versions go live, I'll be posting a notification to all the Retired Versions of the series (that I decide to leave posted) to let everyone know!

So if you have any thoughts, I'd love to hear from you! There are a few areas I'd love to get some reader feedback on so if any of you are interested in chiming in, feel free to PM me!

Oh, and if you have any thoughts on specific one-shots from 'Their Lady Adye' (or any new ideas I may not have thought of/considered yet) that you think *must* make it into the main stories or *must* be left out, don't be afraid to let me know!

I'm always interested in outside perspectives. :)

Happy Reading, lovelies! Stay tuned!

And may the Force be with you!

02/16/20 Update: Still diligently working away, lovelies! It's certainly a process, but progress is being made.

On that note, I've been thinking a lot recently about titles and names and the like - specifically for my Lady Adye Series and, in particular, for 'Resistance Commander'.

As I'm sure many of you have noticed, I like themes when it comes to my series and titles. ;P I've also been thinking a lot about how, given her prominent position in the Resistance by the time tFA, it would make far more sense for Ana to go by an alias the same way Athara did post-Yavin/pre-Bespin for, well, much the same reasons.

So this is what I've come up with: Ana's going to adopt 'Tayana' (the frontrunner, though it may still change) as her name - taking her distant cousin's 'identity', perhaps? So she can still use Adye as a surname? - so she can still go by Ana among those she's close to and, given that it's an assumed name just like 'Obscura' or 'Amalia' it'll also serve as the title to Part III, leaving 'Lady Adye' as the name for the series as a whole. Seem reasonable? I certainly think so.

As always, any thoughts? I'd love to hear 'em!

Lady Adyé: The Resistance Commander

Synopsis

As Red Leader with the Resistance, Commander Ana Adyé was perfectly content living without the Force. Thanks to the shadows in her past, she wanted nothing to do with it. But when it wakes, stirred by events a long time coming, Ana doesn't know anymore if she can resist its call. Part 3 in the Lady Adyé Trilogy. LS/OC, HS/LO, PD/OC

A/N: To my eternal disappointment, I do not own Star Wars…else there would be a few things done differently…like a certain character or two making it into the movies :P I only own my own characters and the tweaks I have made :) If it wasn't in the Movies (or their corresponding Visual Dictionaries and other supplementary materials), or in the odd but rare case EU or the different TV series, it's mine.

Prologue

"That's it. Calm your mind, Ana. Let the Force in. Let it guide you." Ana focused on her mother's voice, feeling the lightsaber warm and humming in her hand, letting herself open up to the Force. A faint whirring buzz made its way past the helmet covering her ears and her eyes. The training remote had shifted again. Ana pushed back the urge to try and discern where it was using her physical senses, instead relying on the Force to tell her as her parents had taught her. A flicker alerted her and almost without her say, the blade was whirling around her, deflecting three darts from the training remote and two more from the second remote beside her that her ears hadn't alerted her to.

The lightsaber winked out in her hand as she shoved the helmet back, fixing Athara with a disgruntled glare.

"That's cheating! You didn't say you were activating the second one yet!" Athara's eyebrow rose as a stern expression appeared on her face, causing Ana to bite back what she had been about to say next. But then her mother smiled.

"You need to be prepared for anything. And you handled it perfectly well, so stop complaining." Her lip quirked again before Athara made an absent gesture with her hand. The remotes sprang to life again, darting and rotating as they took up their positions. "Now, again," she ordered, "unless you'd rather give up." The Lady Jedi held out her hand, waiting to see if Ana would surrender the lightsaber. Ana looked down to the unlit saber in her hands. Her mother's lightsaber was familiar and comforting to hold, even though it was still a little large for Ana's hands, but that wouldn't be the case for much longer. She looked up at her mother, ignoring the way her body was aching from her exercises. Athara's eyes were pleased as she smiled knowingly at Ana. She reached out, brushing her fingers over Ana's cheek and tucking a few escaping strands of her sandy hair back behind her ear.

"That's my girl," she said warmly, her voice soft and proud as she settled the helmet back into place over Ana's eyes, "Don't give up. Just keep fighting. And remember: as the Force will always be with you, so shall I." A split-second of panic flashed through Ana as her mother was hidden abruptly from sight, but Athara's strong hand squeezed gently on Ana's shoulder. "I'm proud of you, my darling girl." Ana thumbed the activation on the hilt, fully expecting the familiar hum of the blade coming to life.

She heard the hum, but she felt the hilt coming apart in her hands. She heard cries and screams. She felt a searing pain beyond comprehension. Then nothing.

A dark, horrifying nothing.

Then her mother's voice.

Keep fighting.

Ana's eyes were suddenly open and her body jerked as she was slammed into consciousness, the vision dissolving even as her mother's voice lingered in her thoughts. Immediately she wished she hadn't woken at all, tears springing to her eyes as it felt like needles were stabbing into them from the bright light overhead. Then the tears were spilling over, flooding down her cheeks at the deep, searing ache that seemed to suffuse her whole body. A hoarse cry tore from her throat as she was suddenly aware of the pain's origin slashing with horrible, blazing intensity across her torso. A cool hand was suddenly in hers and she was squeezing on it hard enough that dimly she realized she must have been hurting them. But she couldn't think that rationally. It was too much. It hurt too much. A whimper escaped her as her body, tense and wound tight as a spring, trembled with the pain.

Another cool hand was brushing across her forehead, peeling back strands of hair from her sweat-soaked face. She could feel her lips moving, begging for it to stop, for her Mother or Father to make it stop. Images and memories tried to reach at her through the excruciating pain, but she couldn't quite see them…she didn't want to see them. Over her, she could hear anxious voices speaking in fearful tones, but she couldn't make out a word.

Then she was blissfully sinking into the oblivion of a drug-induced sleep.

When her eyes opened again the intensity of the pain had faded, leaving only a dull ache that spread across her front. Her eyelids felt thick and swollen, her vision bleary, but she was awake and aware enough to recognize the pale face of her Aunt Leia looking down at her. Leia smiled, the older woman's relief plain to see. Ana was confused. Nothing looked familiar. The cot she was on was not exactly hard, but neither was it comfortable; not that the tender ache across her torso was helping there. She tried to speak, to ask one of the million questions suddenly on her mind, but Leia's hand brushed over Ana's cheek, gesturing for her to stay quiet before falling to stroke Ana's hair.

"You're safe, sweetheart. You're safe with me and your Uncle on the Resistance Base." It was then that Ana realized there was a heavy hand resting on her calf and she caught a glimpse of her Uncle Han's worried face over her Aunt's shoulder. "You were hurt badly, but you're going to be okay," her Aunt continued, her voice low and soothing, "you've been unconscious for several days."

"We thought we lost you, Kiddo," her uncle added softly, his voice raspy and gruff with emotion. Ana wanted to speak, but she hurt too much; her throat was dry and fuzzy and it felt like she wasn't getting enough air into her lungs. But she needed to speak. She needed to ask.

"Wher—where's Ma—where's my Mom. I—I want—want my Dad…" For a split-second a stricken look flashed over her Aunt's face and her Uncle's gaze dropped. It only served to confuse Ana more, a wave of fear beginning to grow in her chest.

"Where's my Mama, my Daddy," she managed to whisper, her voice wavering and pleading, her desperation painful even to her own ears. She needed to know. They had to be here. "Where are they? Are they here? Are they going to be alright? Please—" Leia's trembling fingers continued stroking Ana's hair as she visibly struggled with what to say.

"Ana…the Academy was attacked," Leia hesitated at the bewildered look on Ana's face before she pressed on, "do you remember anything?"

Ana's chest hurt it felt so tight with anxiety. She felt her lip beginning to tremble with it. Then she remembered what her parents would have reminded her to do. Ana closed her eyes and reached out for the Force, to let it calm her and tell her what she needed to know.

But as she reached out to it she knew. But she refused to believe it, recoiling in pain at what the Force was telling her. Her eyes flashed open, trying not to see the images flooding back before her mind's eye as her memory was triggered by the simple, empty sensation through the Force; images of still forms and blood; a dark figure and menacing glow; her mother's lightsaber flying into her hand moments before a familiar blue blade sliced it neatly in two; the pain of realizing who held it somehow feeling greater than the pain of the lightsaber slashing across her body.

Ana suddenly couldn't see as tears flooded to her eyes, her head shaking in denial. It had been a nightmare. None of it had actually happened. It couldn't have…he wouldn't…her mother…

Her Aunt's face crumpled as Leia realized Ana's memories of the attack had returned. Her hand closed around Ana's, holding it close to her heart as her other hand continued to stroke Ana's hair, trying to comfort her as best she could.

"Sweetheart, there's—there's no one left. When we found you…at first—at first we thought you we gone too. We'd almost given up hope… And your father—" Leia hesitated, glancing to Han, her eyes anguished and conflicted before she turned back to Ana. "He had to go, Ana. He will come back," Leia tried to assure her, but Ana could see with heartbreaking certainty that her Aunt wasn't so sure, "but right now he…he just needs time. He will realize he needs to come back. For you." Ana couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak, but as tears pooled in her eyes and began spilling down her cheeks, her lips managed to form her silent question. Leia's eyes were so sad as she looked down at her niece, her head shaking slowly.

"You and your father were the only survivors, sweetheart."

Ana felt like her heart…no, her very world…was shattering.

A/N: And Part Three of the Lady Adyé Trilogy has begun!

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Questions, comments, exclamations of disbelief or approval, theories or grievances…all welcome! (so long as it's related to the story, of course :P) I imagine I'll be getting a few on a particular topic with this one….

May the Force be with you!