Nar Shaddaa

While Poe Dameron planned his mutiny aboard the Admiral Raddus, the Aquarius and the Outrider landed on the Smuggler's Moon.

Dash Jr. unstrapped and stretched after he cut the engines of his mother's battered freighter.
"Finally," he said with a lopsided smile. "I'm looking forward to get freshly drawn Corellian ale." His mother smiled back at him while unstrapping as well. She stood up and stretched. "Then what are we waiting for, Junior?" Her son winced inwardly. "Do me a favor and don't call me this when we're in the cantina, Mama." The Jedi Master grinned widely at him and bowed tauntingly. "If you wish," she answered her son. Then she headed to the hatch, opened it and lowered the ramp. Her son followed and took a deep breath. The young Jedi smiled. "Nothing has changed since I was here the last time. It's the same stench, filth and pollution as ever."
Mother and son walked down the ramp just the moment as the Outrider's ramp was also lowered. Dash Rendar had landed the YT-2400 alongside his wife's ship.

Nomi's heart skipped a beat when she saw her husband step out of the ship and walk down the ramp. Even after all those years his movements were still those of a predator, a very dangerous predator.
She smiled at him and the former mercenary smiled back hurrying towards his wife: "Hello, Nomi, I missed you."
"I missed you too, my love. It was a long flight," she said and tiptoed to kiss him.
Behind his father Biggs approached slowly the rest of his family. "Hello, Mama. Hello, Dash," he said nearly inaudible. Nomi turned to embrace her son but he backed away from his mother. "Don't," he said and smoothed his hair back so the scar at his forehead was to be seen. "I don't like this." The Jedi looked sad at her son. Something was broken inside him after the failed attack on the First Order freighter, she felt it. Dash Jr. slapped his brother on the shoulder. "We want to go in the cantina." His brother only nodded.
Dash laughed. "That's a good idea, Junior. Let's see if The Burning Deck is still here at the Corellian Sector." He took his wife by the hand and walked in the direction he knew the cantina must be. Their two sons followed them.

Shortly after they reached the cantina named The Burning Deck.
Dash Rendar grinned seeing the sign over the door. "Some things never change. I wonder if they still serve the best Corellian brandy I ever had." He opened the door and entered followed by his family.
The room was dim lit, but relatively clean for a location on Nar Shaddaa. The elder Rendar elbowed his way to the bar while his wife and sons sat down at a free table situated in a booth.
The bartender turned when Dash cleared his throat to catch his attention. He looked as if seeing a ghost. "Dash Rendar? What are you doing here? There were rumors you're dead, you old fossil." The former mercenary winked at him. "As you see I'm alive, alive and thirsty, Tagg. You've still the Corellian brandy? I would like two glasses of it for me and my wife. And my two sons are eager to taste the Corellian ale you serve." Tagg was all smiles when he poured the alcoholic beverages. "It's good to see you again, Dash. Where have you been all those years?" Nomi's husband made a sweeping gesture. "Sometimes here, sometimes there," he answered vaguely. "Still the secret monger," the bartender laughed. Dash laughed with him and took the tray with his order to go over to his family after throwing some credits on the bar. "My family is thirsty, Tagg." The bartender nodded. "Ok, perhaps we can talk later, Dash."

Dash walked over to his family, served the beverages and sat down at the table. He raised his glass and looked at his wife: "To you, my love." Nomi raised her glass as well: "To you, darling." Nomi took a sip of the amber colored brandy and savored the flavor.
Dash Jr. and Biggs looked at each other grinning and clinked glasses before taking the first swig of their Corellian ale.
"Ok, now we're on Nar Shaddaa, any idea what to do now?" Dash looked expectantly at his family. His eldest took another swig of his ale before answering. "We could organize weapons and other supply for the Resistance," he said. His younger brother shook his head. "The Resistance is dead, Dash. Look, they didn't show up at the rendezvous point." Dash Jr. looked at him angrily. "Don't say this, Biggs. It isn't over yet. I'm pretty sure that they escaped. The General could have adapted the plans to the current situation. We should listen if there are any transmissions by them."
Biggs raised an eye brow. "Then why they didn't contact us?" His father shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe the First Order is jamming their transmissions. It could have many reasons."
The red haired Resistance pilot took another swig of his brandy and leaned back savoring the flavor. Biggs nodded thoughtfully. "It seems they're in big trouble this time. And Corran is with them. I don't like this to be honest."
"I don't like this either, Biggs," his mother said. "But as long as Corran is hiding in the Force we have no possibility to contact him. We can only hope the best." She emptied her glass and stood up. "Let's go back to our ships. I'll contact Shug tomorrow, maybe he has an idea how we can still support the Resistance."
Her family stood up likewise and together they walked back to their ships. Dash opened the Outrider's hatch and lowered the ramp. "Biggs, you and Junior are sleeping here and your mother and I will sleep aboard the Aquarius."
His sons walked up the ramp. "Good night," they almost said in unison before entering the YT-2400 freighter.
"Good night," answered their parents before both entered the Aquarius.
"Finally alone, my love," Dash said with an inviting smile while closing the hatch. "We have a lot to catch up on."