Rimmer's Rest
Nomi was still sitting at the outdated comm unit listening intently to the statics hoping that she will hear voices again at some point.
Her husband came out of the bedroom, stepped behind her and kissed her neck.
"You should come in bed, my love. It doesn't make sense that you sit up half of the night."
The Jedi suppressed a yawn and stretched. "I can't give up. You heard it too, Dash. There was a transmission. What if they stuck somewhere and need support?"
"We wouldn't be much of a support for them."
"Wouldn't we? We are three Jedi, a skilled mercenary plus two heavily modified Corellian freighters. I would say we would be much of a support for them. But as long as we don't know where they are our considerations are senseless, darling. Therefore I sit here waiting if there will be a voice in all the statics once again. That we get to know where to go and maybe bring more people than only us."
Dash gave his wife a kiss. "You want to build an army for them?"
"Why not, Dash?" She asked. "They need any help they could get, I think."
"And who do you want to recruit, our smuggler friends? I doubt that they will fight against the First Order. Even Kyle refused to join the Resistance. Come in bed, darling. I think even where they are it might be late."
The Jedi stood up. "Maybe you are right."
She followed her husband in the bedroom and undressed before sliding under the blanket. There she huddled up against him and closed her eyes after he wrapped his arms around her.
But she didn't find sleep. Too many thoughts went still through her mind. What she bothered the most was that she was still unable to contact her youngest son. Hours later was Dash sleeping soundly and has released her out of his arms.
Nomi stood carefully up to not wake her husband and went over to the window. There she settled down on the windowsill to look out. Despite it was already late at night were still people on the street. But the Jedi knew that the Smuggler's Moon is a place that never sleeps. Suddenly something caught her eye. A Rib-Cat was hunting a rat. The predator being in hot pursuit of its potential prey reminded her of the First Order hunting the Resistance. She sighed silently while watching tensely. Something told her that the outcome of this hunting scene might be an omen. Therefore she breathed a sigh of relief when the little rodent was faster and escaped its pursuer by a hairsbreadth. Nomi smiled as she slid from the windowsill and went back in bed. Dash turned with a groan, pulled her close in half sleep and took her in his arms again.