Rimmer's Rest

Nomi went back to the freighters where her family was waiting for her and entered the Outrider.
"It's all set. Shug will take care of our ships and install everything I asked for."
Dash smiled at his wife. "That is good to hear, but Shug's Space Barn isn't exactly a charity organization. So how much must we spend for his service?" The Jedi moved over to her husband and gave him a kiss before answering him. "It's 40,000 credits for both ships. Shug made me a special price. It would have been much more if we weren't old friends, my love."
The former mercenary smiled as his wife settled down on his lap. "It's good to have friends all over the galaxy, darling," he said and kissed her.
Their two sons rolled their eyes seeing their parents acting like a couple just fallen in love and left for their quarters. There they packed what would be needed for a stay at a hotel or wherever. "I wonder where we will stay until the ships are retrofitted," Dash Jr. said to his younger brother. Biggs shrugged and continued to pack. His brother frowned. "Care to speak with me, Biggs? The silence is unnerving. Being this way you'll never find a girl friend." His only a few minutes younger brother grinned. "Believe me, there are girls who actually like men who aren't talkative like you." Dash Jr. snorted with laughter. When he finally calmed down he smiled at his brother. "Is this so? I never saw a girl by your side." Biggs looked down to the ground and mumbled: "They're only hard to find." His brother slapped him on the shoulder. "You'll find a girl that fits, I'm pretty sure. But now let's go back to our love birds."
He chuckled and left the quarters, heading back to the Outrider's mid section where they minutes before had left their parents. Biggs followed hard on him.

Nomi and Dash were still busy with each other as their sons entered the place. Their eldest cleared his throat to get his parents' attention. The Jedi turned her head and looked at her two sons. "We're ready to go," Dash Jr. said. "Do you have any idea where we'll stay?"
His mother nodded. "The Rimmer's Rest, Junior. It's a good place to stay for every spacer being on Nar Shaddaa." Nomi's husband nodded. "You will like it, Junior." Dash Jr. raised an eye brow looking skeptical at his father. His old man laughed. "There are worse places on the Smuggler's Moon. Let's go." Nomi stood up from her husband's lap so he could stand up also. The former mercenary moved over to a corner to take his and Nomi's bags. "We can go."
Dash opened the hatch and lowered the ramp. His family walked down the ramp followed by him. He turned and activated the anti-intruder device, after this he sent the code to Shug that the mechanic wouldn't be roasted. Together they walked to the Rimmer's Rest.

Dash Jr. looked at the façade. "So this is where we will stay for the next days? It doesn't look this bad for Nar Shaddaa." He opened the door and entered, followed by the other family members. His mother smiled seeing Sly Ruul standing behind the bar. She walked over.
"Hello, Sly." But before Sly was able to answer someone tapped Nomi on the shoulder. She turned and looked at a man she hadn't seen a long time. "Kyle?" The man smiled widely at her. "What are you doing here, Nomi? I thought you anywhere else than here on Nar Shaddaa." Then he sees Dash and his sons standing nearby. "Half of the family is with you? What happened? Where are Jaden and Tash?" Nomi puts a finger at her mouth. "Not here, Kyle." Then she addressed Sly again. "We need two rooms, Sly." The Klaatonian looked at the Jedi Master while handing over the key cards. "It's nice to see you again after all those years. Many here remember how you and your friends saved our butts when the Imps attacked." The Civil War veteran smiled at him and took the key cards. "Thank you, Sly."
Then she turned to Katarn. "We meet in one standard hour here in the cantina, Kyle?" He nodded.

Shortly after they entered their rooms and begun to unpack. Dash slumped on the bed and folded his hands behind his head after he stowed his few belongings away. "I wonder why Katarn is here." His wife shrugged while hanging a jumpsuit in the locker. "Maybe he'll tell us later, my love." He unfolded his hands and pat with his right hand on the mattress. "Come here, darling. There is still enough time until we'll meet Katarn." Nomi closed the locker and went over to the bed and sat down at her husband's site. She leaned her head against his shoulder and Dash wiped gently a stray of her graying hair from her forehead. "Sometimes I wonder why we're still doing this, Nomi," he said silently. "Doing what, darling?" She asked him while caressing his knee. "Fighting," his response came. "Except our time on Dagobah we did nothing else. First the Empire and now the First Order. Will this ever end?" His wife huddled up against him before answering. "You know that I can't stand injustice, Dash." He kissed her head. "So do I, but I'm tired of all this, tired of war." Nomi sighed. "If we let the First Order do as it pleased it will be worse than it was under the Empire. A whole planet transformed in a super weapon. Even the Emperor never went this far." She looked at her chrono. "It's time to meet Kyle, my love." She wiggled out of her husband's embrace and left the bed. Dash stood up and took Nomi's hand. "I would have preferred to stay here with you."
He smiled at the small person standing by his side who reached only half to his chest.
"Kyle is waiting for us, Dash."
Together they left their room and went back to the cantina.

When they entered they saw their sons and Kyle in a booth. From their body language Dash Jr. and Katarn seemed to be in an argument. Approaching them Nomi and Dash heard the angry voice of their eldest. "You've simply went away when our mother asked you to help, Kyle. You've no right to judge us." Katarn tried to keep calm before answering the young Jedi sitting opposite of him. "I have my reasons to not join the Resistance, young man. Better to say no instead of how you acted now. Abandon them when they need you the most." Dash Jr. glared at the older man. "Your son is fighting while you're sitting in an armchair, Kyle." Nomi stepped behind her son and put her hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Junior," she said silently.
"He called us cowards, Mama." The Jedi and her husband sat down at the table. "So we're cowards in your eyes, Kyle?" Nomi asked the man whose life she saved decades ago.
"I didn't say it this way, Nomi." Kyle looked in her eyes. "And how did you say it?" Dash's question came before his wife had any chance to say something. "Not as harsh as your son claimed, Dash." Biggs nodded affirmatively. "We had our reason to go like you have your reason to not join our ranks, Kyle." Dash waved the waiter droid over and ordered drinks for his wife and himself." Katarn nodded and took a swig before speaking. "So where are Tash and my son? And why isn't Corran with you?"

The waiter droid served the drinks and the elder Rendars took a swig of the Corellian ale before Nomi answered Kyle Katarn's questions. "Jaden and Tasherit are on mission. I think you understand that I can't tell you where and what their mission is about." The former Rebel nodded slowly. "Corran stays with the Resistance," the Jedi Master continued. "He refused to come with us despite he also felt that the First Order would attack the base soon. We waited at the rendezvous point for our comrades to show up, but they never did. So we went here to decide how to carry on." Katarn raised an eye brow. "You have no intel about what happened at base? But Corran…" Nomi interrupted him. "Our son is hiding in the Force. We have no possibility to contact him." "This is unfortunate," Kyle's response came. "Something tells me, that you should tap into the old Alliance frequencies we used during our fight against the Empire."
Nomi nodded thoughtfully, emptied her glass, and then she stood up to leave. "Maybe you're right Kyle. I'll give it a try."