Seeking Allies

The triplets were still awake despite the late hour. Dash Jr. was leaning casual in a chair and tapped the tabletop with the fingertips of his artificial hand. "So we are a Rebel cell now," he said with a mischievous grin. "Never thought that our parents will go this far."
"You know Mama, Dash she was always a fighter who couldn't stand any oppression and injustice. She will continue to fight until her last breath, even when the rest of the Resistance might be gone. Mama tries since days to get in contact with the possible remnants of it."
Corran nodded his head thoughtfully. "Maybe they keep comm silence after the last transmission they were able to send from Crait. I have really no idea how many of us survived the First Order attack."
Biggs sat opposite of his brothers and kept silent as usual. He said seldom more than necessary. His forehead was wrinkled as if he would be in deep thoughts. Then he spoke up eventually. "We need more allies."
"Tell us something we don't know already," Dash Jr. was mocking his younger brother.
Biggs stuck out his tongue looking like a teenager at this moment and not like the adult man he was.
Corran chuckled seeing this. It was good to be back and to realize that nothing has changed.
Dash Jr. looked expectantly at his younger brothers. "Any idea where to find allies," he asked.
"How about our parents' old smuggler friends? Jarres Jar, Salla Zend, Talon Karrde…," Corran began to count at his fingers when saying the names which came in his mind.
His elder brother frowned. "Jarres Jar is dead already and the others are far too old to fight with us."
"Salla Zend is father's age, Dash," Corran retorted.
"See, she is too old to fight," Dash Jr. said with a sardonic grin leaning back in his chair.
Corran rolled his eyes. "You are lucky that father isn't here to hear what you are saying, Junior."
"Don't call me Junior, kiddo," he leaned over and glared at his younger brother.
Biggs stared at his two brothers and shook his head before he spoke again. "Do you think your bickering brings us anything near to find allies?"
The two squabblers looked surprised at their sibling, and then they chuckled.
"You are right, Biggs we should stick together instead of arguing. So, how do we find allies for our cause? Maybe Corran is right and we should ask our parent's old friends first. What they lack on youth they'll make up with experience. Our father gives every single day prove of this. C'mon you know that it is true."
"Papa might to be an exception," Corran answered him.
"You think so, Corran?" Dash Jr. folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned back in his chair again. He was fully calm and composed now thinking about who would be foolhardy enough to follow an almost lost cause.

Meanwhile their sister was on the way back from her father in law. Tasherit fetched something to eat for Jaden and herself before she went to their room. Jaden was lying on the bed and looked expectantly at his fiancée when she entered balancing a tray with her right hand. He grinned widely when she sat down the tray on the bed.
"A midnight snack?" He looked at the plates with the steaming food. "Looks good, but isn't it a bit too much for us two?"
Tasherit chuckled then she begun to eat. "I've visited your father," she said after she swallowed the bite of Bantha steak.
Jaden looked at her in astonishment. "Why?"
Tasherit took a sip of water before answering his question. "I wanted to get to know him. This I said when your father asked me why I came to him." She smiled. "It wasn't the only reason… The truth is that I wanted to convince him to join us in our fight against the First Order."
Jaden smirked. "Let me guess, he refused again. You are charming, my love but not charming enough to convince this old, stubborn man." He took a bite of meat and ate it with relish.
"You don't know your father very good, don't you?"
Jaden made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "I know him good enough. How many times have I begged him to teach me, to show me the ways of the Force? It was always in vain. And asking him to join…" He laughed a joyless laugh.
Tasherit swallowed the last bite of her meal and took his hand, smiling at him. "Your father will fight with us and he will teach you."
The young pilot looked at her in disbelieve. "He will teach me? Finally…" He caressed Tasherit's hand and looked happy. "And he will really join? He knows that the odds are against us…"
The young Jedi interrupted him. "My father would counter you with the old Corellian saying: Never tell me the odds." She leaned over and gave him a kiss. "But we need more allies. I think my mother has a plan already how to recruit them."
Jaden kissed her back. "Do you think so?"
His fiancée chuckled and put the emptied plates aside before she went in his arms. "I know my mother, Jaden. She will ask her smuggler friends. If they refuse, she knows plenty of Civil War veterans. The cell will grow for sure."

Nomi lay content at her husband's side caressing his bare chest. "Thank you, love."
Dash turned slightly and gave her a kiss. "It's always a pleasure to me. So how will we proceed to get more allies?" He propped up on his elbows and looked expectantly at his wife.
The Jedi folded her hands behind her head and smiled. "I will call our smuggler friends and our former comrades. Especially the smugglers here on Nar Shaddaa owe us a favor."
Dash chuckled silently. "You should be aware that most of the smugglers from then are retired or dead."
"Oh, I don't think so. Tomorrow I will send messages and invite them to a meeting. Then we will see. I have hope, darling. Rebellions are built on hope."
The old mercenary moved a bit closer and took his wife in his arms. "We should sleep now, love. It's late already. I wonder how many will follow your call."
Nomi huddled up against her husband and closed her eyes. "I'm sure they won't let us down," she said silently. But Dash didn't hear her since he was fallen asleep already.