Near the Unknown Regions
Aboard the Aquarius Dash Jr. watched how his mother left wordless the cockpit.
He heard the bunk door slam shut and sighed. The young Jedi knew what was going on in his mother. And he wondered why she was so eager to attack the First Order freighter and its escorts. This wasn't the Jedi way Master Skywalker taught him and his siblings. And he was pretty sure it wasn't what his Jedi Master taught their mother ages ago.
But maybe they all have to adapt to what the war requires of them. No chivalry, no mercy. Treat the enemy like the enemy treats you. He wondered if he would ever be able to do this. Attack first and not to strike only in defense.
Nomi slumped down on the cot and took a deep breath. She wished Dash would be with her and not aboard the Outrider a few clicks apart. The Jedi longed for her husband's touch, the softness of his voice to comfort her. She knew that she violated everything a Jedi believed in with the attack on the freighter. Everybody would say that the end justifies the means but not her. She sighed when she realized that she even led her sons on this path which could be their downfall. She shivered, remembering her father who succumbed once to the dark side. The Civil War veteran wanted another fate for her children. She was glad that Tasherit and Jaden weren't there when the First Order showed up at D'Qar.
When Nomi looked out of the viewport she saw nothing than the stars and the floating debris of the destroyed freighter and its escorts. There was no sign of the Resistance fleet yet. Nomi cast a glance at her chrono. She checked the coordinates again. Yes, they were at the rendezvous point. The Jedi reached out with the Force for her youngest son, but there was nothing. She was pretty sure that Corran was hiding in the Force so Kylo couldn't sense him if being near. Finally she pushed the comm button and hailed the Outrider. Biggs answered her call. The one of her sons who seldom spoke more than necessary: "Mama?"
"How are you doing, Biggs?" His mother asked. The young Jedi rolled his eyes. He wasn't overly keen to speak with his mother about his feelings after the failed attack. Finally he brought himself to answer her. "Fine"
The Jedi reached out with the Force to touch her son but was blocked. "Please, don't do this, Mama. I'm no longer a little child." His mother pulled back and sighed. "I can feel your emotions, Biggs. You can't hide them from me."
"What have you thought how I feel? You said the freighter would be easy prey. Prey…you sounded like a pirate not like a Jedi."
His mother cringed hearing Biggs's accusation. Pirates, it's what the freighter's captain called them. And now her own son called her the same. It hurt.
"We are at war with them, Biggs." "Oh good, that you remind me. I've nearly forgotten about this, Mama," her son spat. She didn't remember seeing the always calm and composed Biggs being this angry.
"You killed before," was her only answer. She felt at a loss.
"Yes, I killed before," her son's response came, "but this was another case than here. I don't want to speak about this. Father is resting and I could also need some rest. You should rest too, Mama." Biggs cut the connection and settled in the pilot's seat to take a nap.
His mother looked at the comm that fell silent wondering if it was really the right decision she made a few standard hours before.