The silence was filled with unspoken thoughts. And Luke heard them all.

Jedi?

Another gone to the dark?

Another infiltrator?

How far is the Masters of Ren's reach?

The First Order's?

Snoke's?

"Admiral Statura is right." All attention turned to Leia. "The information is evidence of something. If not Snoke directly, it does signify First Order activity in an area they've not been seen in before." She paused. "Something is there – trap or no. And we need every bit we can get."

"One fighter would be able to fly in and out no problem, General." Poe stepped up to the table with a quick grip of Finn's shoulder to quiet his friend's argument. "I'll have BB-8 capturing every bit of data he can get."

The general gave him a knowing smile, but Luke saw the hint of something else behind it.

A roguish pilot on a suicide mission...

"As capable as I know both you and BB-8 are, I would suggest a few other members of Rapier squadron accompany you."

"We'd hate to have a repeat of the Yissira Zyde incident..." Karé Kun gave a wink across the table to her fellow Rapier.

"Yeah, yeah..." Poe returned the wink with a smirk, as he got a friendly elbow from Snap Wexley.

"Alright, Commander, you have your mission. And your warning." Leia paused to give a nod in Luke's direction. "I want a fully realized plan before I give permission to fly. Lt. Connix," she continued as she turned to the young officer, "be sure to continue tracking that data. We'll need all updates – any changes – as soon as possible."

There were nods of assent and the gathering broke up in a variety of smaller groups. Leia made her way to her borther as folks moved out, pausing here and there to confer with some and promise to meet up later with others. Statura was dead set on discussing the possible informant, but Leia managed to persuade him to leave it to her.

Luke waited for her patiently, leaning against the edge of an alcove. "Leia-"

"I know, I know. I'm not ignoring your warning, Luke. But I meant what I said – we need all the information we can get." She paused, taking in the image of the man standing in front of her. A thousand different questions on the tip of her tongue. Questions of a mother... A sister... A general... "I..." A sigh. "Who is the woman?"

His gaze turned a bit, but she knew immediately she had read it wrong. Not with anger...but sadness. Always so sad, her brother. There were days she couldn't seem to picture that young, optimistic farmboy. And that, in turn, made her sad.

"It's... It's Kira..."