Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars characters; however, Angeles & Les Dollslayer characters are mine.

Angeles quickly dialed Poe's watch. It kept ringing and ringing. She dialed again, with the same results.

"Please, not Poe, too!" the senator moaned bitterly. Suddenly a call came on her watch, with a number she did not recognize."

"Hello?" she said warily. Normally, she did not ask calls from numbers she did not recognize. But today was not a normal day.

"Is this Angeles Dollslayer?" an unfamiliar male voice asked her.

"Yes, it is..."

"Poe, she's alive!" the strange voice shout. Angeles fell to her knees, tears of relief streaking down her face.

"Thank the Maker!" she heard Poe shout in the background. A couple of seconds later, he was on the line with her.

"Angeles, when I heard about the Hosnian System, I thought you were there.." Poe said, desperately trying to not break down during their call.

"No, I'm on Naboo already," she explained to him. "I thought you were on Hosnian Prime..."

"We were supposed to be there. But we had to flee for our lives. The First Order found out we were on Coreilla, and tried to capture us."

"What happened? How did you escape?"

"Padme Desertwar, the other person than was with Finn and I, used her Force Powers to launch us across a chasm that divided our location to where our ship was."

"What happened to Padme?"

"We don't know. We had to get to the ship before the Stormtroopers could seize us. Most likely she was either captured or killed."

"Poe, I am so sorry..."

"So am I. Padme was a good person, with strong convictions. She reminded me of you. Angeles, you don't know how relieved I am to hear your voice, to know that you are alive."

"So I am," Angeles confessed. "Poe, if I were to ever lose you..."

"Ssh. Don't say that. You are tougher than you think. Senator Dollslayer."

"Thanks, Commander. But I am not. I don't know if I can..."

"You can," Poe reassured her. "Remember, we are the spark that will light the fire that will burn the First Order down."

"I hope there will be enough sparks to start that fire," Angeles glumly stated. "I have heard only from Sabine Wren,"

"So then it will be you, me, Sabine and Finn. But I know there is many more people out there, willing to risk their lives to take on the First Order."

"Angeles, if you are worried about Hux..." Poe began to say.

"I am not worried about Hux. He can drop dead, for all I care!" Angeles snarled angrily.

"Ok," Poe replied. He knew Angeles did care. Even though it had been years since her kidnapping, he knew she still hurt over what Hux did to her.

"Poe, I need to go now," Angeles said, trying her best to be calm and not think about Hux. "My father is waiting for me."

"Tell your father I said hello. Since Hosnian Prime is gone, we are going to fly to Naboo. That is, if you want us to."

"Of course, I want you and Finn to come. Please thank him for contacting me."

"I will. See you soon, Angeles." Poe disconnected the call. Angeles dried her tears and went back inside her father's bedroom.

"Sorry about that, Dad," Angeles apologized, as she returned to his bedside.

"It was Starkiller Base, wasn't it?" Les asked. Angeles nodded her head. "What planet?"

"The Hosnian System," she replied sadly. Les' face went pale. All his former colleagues, gone just like that.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Angeles said, as she took his hand. "It looks so hopeless right now."

"Sweetie, look at me. Life may be dark and bleak. But it is never hopeless. Do you know it takes one small spark to start a huge fire?" She reluctantly nodded her head.

"I see more than a small spark of hope in front of me," Les insisted, as he gasped for air.

"Dad?" Angeles cried, seeing her father struggling for air.

"I love you, Angeles. May the Force, and that spark I see in your eyes, always be with you," Les managed to say, as he took his final breath.

"No!" Angeles moaned, still holding her father's hand. She bawled in grief. The only family she had was now gone.