Near the Unknown Regions
Dash woke up and looked at his chrono then he activated the intercom. "Still no sign of the fleet?" Biggs woke with a start hearing his father's voice. He rubbed his eyes, looked out of the viewport and then on the sensor readouts. "No, father," the young Jedi's response came.
The former mercenary frowned. "I wonder what takes them so long. I come over to the cockpit, Biggs. We should hail your mother."
Dash stood up from the cot and stepped out of the bunk. Then he walked up to the cockpit where his son sat in the copilot's seat. The light was dimmed and Dash saw Biggs only as a dark shape. He smiled seeing this and was proud that his son took all precautions he taught him when Biggs was still a toddler. Dash slumped in the pilot's seat and activated the comm. "Aquarius here Outrider. Do you hear me?" "I hear you, Outrider," the answer came with the voice he loved the most to hear. "Hello, sweetheart," the Jedi Master's husband said, smiling widely. "Hello, my love. Why are you calling?" Nomi asked. "I wonder what we're doing now since the fleet doesn't show up here. Do you have any contact to Corran?"
The Jedi shook her head even her husband couldn't see it. "No. Corran is hiding in the Force it seems. I can neither contact nor feel him, Dash." Her husband tapped impatiently on the console. "So we're totally blind? I don't like this idea. So what we do now? Stay here and wait or go elsewhere?" His wife mulled the question over. Finally she came to a decision: "We go to Nar Shaddaa."
"You heard your mother, Biggs. Set course for Nar Shaddaa." His son punched wordless the coordinates in the nav computer. "When will we go?" Dash asked. "After breakfast, my love," Nomi answered him.
Just in this moment Dash Rendar realized how hungry he was. It was hours ago when he had the last meal. This was before the improvised funeral on D'Qar to precise. "I inform you when we're ready, Nomi." He cut the connection and stood up. "Come, son, we fetch something to eat." Biggs stood also up and followed his father to the galley. Dash looked over his shoulder. Sometimes his son's silent manner was going on his nerves. What his son Biggs was too silent his daughter Tasherit was too talky. He smiled thinking of his youngest.
"So, what do you want to eat, Biggs?" His son shrugged. "It doesn't matter, Papa just something that fills the stomach. I'm not picky." Dash rummaged in the locker and retrieved some cans. "It's not much I have to offer." He showed him the labels. The young Jedi frowned. "There's no bread?" His father raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, son, there wasn't enough time for replenishment." Biggs grabbed one of the cans and opened it. "This will do, Papa. It's better than protein bars." He made a face mentioning the sparsely delicate food they get when being on field missions. Dash laughed and opened another can. "We can warm it, if you want." Biggs nodded, emptied the content on a plate and put it in the heater. His father did the same and minutes later they sat silently at the table eating.
Meanwhile Dash Jr. was busy to prepare breakfast for his mother and himself onboard the Aquarius. If someone watched him doing this he wouldn't think that the young man had lost his right arm in a lightsaber fight.
"We should hurry that we can leave here, Mama."
"You think so, Junior?" His mother's response came. The Jedi Master was sitting at the Dejarik table in the mid section. "Yes, I have a feeling that there will other First Order freighters coming this way out of the Unknown Regions. And they will be better protected for sure after the freighter we attacked had never arrived at its destination. They aren't stupid," her son answered while he brought the breakfast out of the galley. He settled across his mother on the bench and begun to eat.
"So we go to Nar Shaddaa?" Dash Jr. took a sip of caf.
Nomi nodded and swallowed the bite of bread she just chewed before answering. "Yes, it's the best place for us. Nar Shaddaa was always a safe heaven. No government managed to take hold on the Smuggler's Moon, neither the Empire nor the New Republic. And it will be the same for the First Order." She grinned sardonically.
"I hope you are right." Her eldest son took another sip of caf to down the bite of bread. "I called Shug already on the secure channel."
"Good" The Jedi took the last bite and stood up. "I inform your father that we're ready to go."
She walked over to the cockpit and strapped in after settling in the pilot's seat. A few seconds later Dash Jr. jumped in the copilot's seat and strapped also in. Then he punched the coordinates in the nav computer. "We're ready to go, Mama."
Nomi smiled and hailed the Outrider. "Aquarius for Outrider, do you hear me?" "Yes, sweetheart," Dash answered, "we're ready to go. I was just about to call you." He grinned "See you on Nar Shaddaa." Biggs switched on the cockpit lights and activated the hyperdrive.
"We're too," his wife's response came. "Have a safe flight, Dash."
"Same to you, Nomi," her husband answered. After this Dash Rendar cut the connection and made the jump to hyperspace, shortly after followed by the Aquarius.