Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars characters; however, Angeles & Les Dollslayer characters are mine.
She called for the coroner to take her father's body away. As soon as he was buried, his will would be read. Angeles was not looking forward to saying goodbye to Les for the final time.
She had just crawled into bed when her watch beeped. Angeles quickly asked the call.
"Angeles," said Sabine on the call. "I have reached all of the senators that were not on Hosnian Prime."
"That's good," Angeles sighed softly.
"What's wrong?"
"My father passed away a couple of hours ago."
"Angles, I am so sorry for your loss. Maybe this is not a good time to talk to you.."
"What do you want to talk about?" Angeles was curious. Sabine was more of a doer rather than a talker in her political position.
"I spoke with the surviving senators. There's forty of us in total. We will need to take an official vote..." Sabine paused. "But everyone agrees that you need to be the new Senate Leader."
"Me?" Angeles exclaimed incredulously. "But I'm you. No one has ever been Senate Leader at my age..."
"You did not let your youth stop you from becoming a junior legislator. So it should not stop you from becoming Senate Leader."
"But I'm not ready." Honestly, Angeles was scared.
"No one is ever truly ready to walk into their destiny," Sabine began to explain. "I understand how you feel. Wielding the Dark Saber and representing my former planet in Galactic politics was not something I ever desired. However, you and I both know that the Force works in mysterious ways."
"That is true," Angeles admitted. "But what if I fail?"
"Failure is the best teacher a person can have. If you do not fail sometimes, you do not grow as a person."
"But I can't afford to fail. If the First Order wins this war, the galaxy we know will be gone."
"It will not be gone, if people like you and me fight for it. Angeles, there are many people still out there, willing to fight. But we need a political leader that is not afraid to stand up and speak out against the Order. You are that leader. You are the only person now alive that faced Vader and survived. If you survived him, you can survive anything the First Order throws your way."
Angeles bit her lip, remembering Leia was dead. Then to her amazement, Sabine looked her in the eyes and said,
"We are the spark that will light the fire that will burn the First Order down."
Angeles closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and replied,
"If they vote me in as Senate Leader, I will accept the position, and do everything I can to bring peace to the galaxy."
"I know you will, Angeles." Sabine had a smile on her face. "Your father would be proud of you."
"He would be," Angeles agreed, the tears forming in her eyes. "I need to get some sleep. I have a funeral to plan, and Senate business to attend to."
"I will call you tomorrow night," Sabine promised before disconnecting the call.
The next morning, Angeles was awakened by a knock on her bedroom door. She opened it, and started crying immediately.
"Do I look that bad?" Poe said teasingly. Angeles threw her arms around him.
"No," she replied. "You are a wonderful sight to see." She held him close for a minute, then said,
"Can you meet me downstairs? The funeral director is coming soon, and I need you..."
"Yes," Poe told her. He sweetly kissed her on the forehead. He turned to walk away.
"By the way," he added, turning to face Angeles. "Congratulations on being elected Senate Leader." Before she could ask how he knew, he winked at her and headed down the staircase.