A new Hideout
Those on Nar Shaddaa didn't know what loomed over them. They didn't know that the pirates were about to commit treason.
Weeks later Dash Rendar entered the room and grinned widely. "The basic training is finished, Commander. We're ready to strike."
Nomi looked up from her datapad. "Finally," she said. "Now we can leave Nar Shaddaa and travel to our hideout near the Unknown Regions. Inform our people, Dash. I'll send them the coordinates."
Rendar bend over and gave his wife a kiss. "Where will we go to?"
The Jedi handed him the datapad and Dash whistled silently seeing the coordinates. "An asteroid?" He asked handing the datapad back. Nomi nodded her head. "Nobody will assume that there are Resistance fighters in hiding. It's a safe place, darling."
"And we are near their supply routes. That I call a smart move." The former mercenary smiled pulling out his comlink to call the members of the still small Resistance cell.
It didn't take long until everything was packed and the space ships were ascending in orbit. Nomi fed the coordinates to the respective nav computers when they assembled at the jump point. "It will be a long trip since we'll make several micro jumps," the other pilots were hearing their commander's voice. One by one they confirmed that they received the coordinates. Nomi smiled when she received the last confirmation call.
Then she called the assembled ships again. "Jump on my command, 3…2…1."
They were on their way to the hideout shortly after.
Corran leaned back in the copilot's seat after they made the first jump. "It's good to finally take action." Biggs nodded his head, unstrapped and walked to the bunk to take a nap. His father who was sitting in the pilot's seat looked after him. "Your brother is still not this talkative." His youngest son chuckled. "But he is a fierce fighter, father," his youngest son said. Then he stood up and took a canteen out of a drawer. He holds it out to Dash. "Do you want a drink?"
The elder Rendar looked at the canteen in his son's hand. "As long as it is booze," Dash said.
Corran nodded and handed the canteen over after he took a drink. "Jet Sprit, father it's right what we need now."
Dash Rendar nodded and took a drink as well, savoring the flavor of the stiff drink. The alarm indicating that they were about to drop out of hyperspace went off and Dash pulled the lever. The Outrider entered real space and one by one the other space vessels did as well. Only a blink of an eye and they were entering hyperspace again as it was programmed in their nav computers.
"I don't like this," the Galactic Civil War veteran said. "It reminds me too much of old times." He took another drink before handing the canteen back to his son.
"You and mama never told much about the war you were fighting in," his son said after taking a drink.
Dash Rendar put his feet on the console and closed his eyes for a moment. "Most of us who were in this damn war are trying to forget, Corran. We've seen and endured too much. Some of us have still nightmares. There isn't any glorious about war."
His son nodded thoughtfully. "And now you and mama are forced to fight again." He took another drink emptying the canteen.
"It was our choice to fight again. We can't stand that everything we were fighting for gets lost," his father answered.
"I understand, father." Then Corran settled down and stared out of the viewport at the streaks of hyperspace dwelling on thoughts while his father was taking a nap.
Meanwhile Kyle Katarn was sitting in the cockpit of the Moldy Crow. Knowing that he would fight again, the memories came back. How Jan, his late wife flew once the ship saving more than one time his butt. Her laughter when they accomplished their mission and her kisses. Since years he was used to fly alone, but today he missed Jan badly. He was flying in the unknown. Sure he trusted the commander, the woman who saved his life decades ago back on a planet in the Romegan system. But there was something telling him that they not really knew what they were up against. Perhaps it was the Force or only his guts telling him this. Katarn sighed, unstrapped and walked over to the small galley to fetch something to eat. There wasn't much but enough for a small breakfast. He sat down at the table in the midsection and begun to eat. It wouldn't take long until they would reach their new hideout. The Jedi downed the bite he just took with some caf. He never thought that he would fight again, but he was sure that it was the same way for the most of those who followed the commander. Nobody with a clear mind was eager to fight and to risk their life, but the First Order and its actions didn't leave them any other choice. The galaxy deserved to be safe and at peace. He finished his meal and walked over to the bunk to take a nap until the alarm would went off signaling that he has reached his destination.
Onboard the Trader's Luck Jaden and Tasherit were sitting at the Dejarik table playing a game to kill time. It was always boring in hyperspace and there was nothing else to do.
"You are cheating, Jaden," Tasherit said when her figure was destroyed out of the blue by one of Jaden's figures.
The young man smiled widely and leaned back on the bench. "It was a fair move and allowed by the rules. You shouldn't be distracted when playing with me, sweetheart. A credit for your thoughts, Tash."
Tasherit Rendar looked at him. "I think about where we're flying, Jaden. It will be a lot of work to make the asteroid habitable."
The young Katarn nodded thoughtfully. "I think your mother knows what she's doing."
"I hope so," she said while making the next move. This time it was Jaden's figure which lost. Tash continued to speak: "It's the first time she will build a base of her own."
"We all will help together that it will work, darling." Jaden frowned when he saw his figure lying dead on the board. "Damn, how could this happen?"
"You shouldn't be distracted when playing with me, sweetheart," Tash repeated what Jaden has said moments before with an ironic undertone. "We should catch some sleep before we reach our destination." She deactivated the Dejarik table and stood up.
Jaden stood also up and took her hand. "Yes, I think you are right," he said and together they walked over to the bunk.
Nomi sat in the pilot's seat and tried to find some sleep, while Dash Jr. were sleeping soundly already in the copilot's seat. She looked out the viewport where nothing else was to be seen than the streaks of hyperspace. The Jedi Master tried to relax but there was something that bothered her. It would be the first time she would lead people on a larger scale than just only an X-wing squad or a commando unit. Will she be able to do this? The people trust her but will she be a good leader for them? But now wasn't the time for self-doubts. She turned her head and looked at her sleeping eldest hoping that this would be the last war they were forced to fight in. Then she closed her eyes and eventually fell asleep.