The Admiral Raddus
The remnants of the Resistance fleet were finally able to make the jump to hyperspace.
Corran was sitting in the Admiral Raddus's galley. The young Jedi looked up from his Corellian ale when Poe Dameron sat down opposite of him and slammed his glass on the table so the liquid spilled.
"You don't look like someone who got a promotion, Poe," Corran raised an eyebrow and looked at his commanding officer.
"A Promotion?" Dameron fumed. "The general slapped me in front of all those gathered on the bridge and demoted me. She said it's my fault we lost the whole bomber squadron. Can you imagine how embarrassing it was to me?"
His friend put a hand on Poe's arm to calm him down. Dameron shook his head. "No good deed goes unpunished."
"You can't see it this way. Admit that it was a wrongheaded plan, my friend, born out of necessity when the First Order was suddenly at our gates."
Poe took a swig and shrugged. "It was a good plan, Corran. And we took out the Dreadnought. There would have been far more losses with the capitol ship operational."
The young Rendar nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps you're right."
Dameron took another swig and wiped the foam from his upper lip. "I am right about this. If your father would be here he would agree. He would have done the same."
Corran rolled his eyes. "My father; he's grown old. There isn't much left of the reckless, foolhardy mercenary." He took a swig of his ale.
Poe winked at the younger man. "Don't underestimate your old man. It was him and your mother who showed me some of the maneuvers I fly in combat."
Corran laughed. "Are you kidding me, Poe?"
"Why should I? It's true, all of it." The young captain leaned back at his chair and took another swig. "I hope that the jump gets us away from the First Order."
"I hope so too." Corran frowned. "I still don't understand why my siblings and parents abandoned the Resistance."
"They would have had their reasons, Corran. Don't be angry with them. Look, they had the advantage to escape without a fight."
Corran looked angrily at Poe. "They are cowards, especially my brothers. Our parents are too old to carry on the fight. It was about time they leave. But Junior and Biggs are young and good warriors. I can't understand them."
"They will still do their part. I'm pretty sure about this. Perhaps it was a wise decision to spread our forces."
"Our forces? Damn, Poe, they have only two battered freighters at their disposal."
"Battered freighters you say?" Dameron grinned widely. "You know very well that those battered freighters are heavily modified. And with your parents at the helm and your brothers at the laser cannons they can give the First Order a hard time. I bet that they will exactly do this." Dameron finished his drink and stood up to leave. "We should use the time in hyperspace to rest, Corran. Who knows when we'll have the next opportunity to sleep."
Corran finished his drink and stood up as well. "Maybe you're right." Then he left for the pilot's ready room to take a nap.