Nar Shaddaa
Nomi went back in their room and sat down at the desk there, after she took the outdated comm unit out of her backpack. The Jedi activated and adjusted it to one of the old Alliance frequencies. There were only statics to be heard. No word, no call sign… nothing. She sighed and tried the next frequency, after making a note which one she already tried. But it was the same outcome. Nomi stood up and paced the room. It was really unfortunate that her youngest was forced to hide in the Force because of Kylo Ren.
She sat again down on the chair in front of the desk and modulated the comm to the next frequency. It was the frequency they mostly used being in combat and with the statics came the memories: The chatter before the fight, the orders during the battle, the cries of triumph and of agony. Then after combat the agitated chatter when the adrenaline faded slowly away on the flight back to base. She remembered vividly all the memorial ceremonies for the fallen she attended during the Galactic Civil War.
Dash Rendar entered the room and saw his wife sitting at the desk seemingly lost in thoughts.
The Jedi shook her head to chase away the specters of the past. Her husband kissed her neck. "Any contact?" He asked rubbing her shoulders. "Nothing except statics on all frequencies," Nomi's response came. Dash Rendar took the other chair standing in the room and put it down at the Jedi's side before sitting down. "Have you tried all frequencies we used during the war?" His wife nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Every frequency I remember." She showed him the notes about those she listened to. Dash read them carefully. "You missed some of those Alliance Intelligence used. Let me try, honey." Nomi made place for her husband and the Galactic Civil War veteran modulated the comm to the first Intelligence frequency. Both listened intently, but it was the same outcome like before. The only noise they heard was statics. But Dash wasn't ready to give up this easy. "There is another frequency, let's try this."
He adjusted the comm slightly. "It's the last one I know." Nomi sighed when there is also only statics to be heard. "It makes no sense, darling," she put her hand on Dash's arm. "If the comm weren't this outdated we could set it to automatically search. But so we must do it from time to time by ourselves and hope the best." Her husband shook his head. "The odds are limited that we listen when they are transmitting, Nomi." She gave him a faint smile. "Never tell me the odds. I thought this a common wording on Corellia."
"It's a Han Solo wording, darling. I always looked how the odds were and then decided. It increases your chance to survive." His wife chuckled. "I thought being reckless is a Corellian trait." Dash leaned over and gave her a kiss. "I was raised on Coruscant, honey so there might be not much of a Corellian in me." Nomi kissed him back. "Maybe it isn't how you were raised but the age," she taunted her husband. "I will show you that it isn't about my age." Dash tickled Nomi who doubled up with laughter. In this moment they heard through the statics nearly inaudible speaking. They looked at each other and Dash modulated the comm to get a better signal, but it was too late. In frustration the former mercenary slammed his fist on the desk. "Damn!" Nomi looked at him. "They transmitted once they will do it again. And now we know the frequency they use, my love." The Jedi smiled at her husband. "The transmission shows that they escaped the First Order. Wherever they are… I'm sure Corran is with them."