All of Jaina's life had been spent on the planet Upahatu. She became very aware of this as she watched Saoirse Stormbreaker run around the play ship, the Ebon Hawk and slide down a slide.

The playroom was a medium-sized area with a play ship area, and several toys and holo-games that members of the Resistance had donated from their childhoods to ensure that the children of pilots and Jedi had a place where they were out of the way and unburdened.

Jaina had spent so much time in the Ebon Hawk with her brother, as they pretended to be pilots or adventurers like in the animated holo-dramas they watched. She knew every detail of the piece, like she knew her brother's soul. It was all written over her heart.

She glanced over at her brother, who was using his new birthday gift of an advanced stylus to draw something on his holopad, which had been brought back from the brink of death no less than thirty-eight times.

"Whatcha doin'?" Jaina asked, peering over his shoulder to look.

He shrugged her off. "None of your business."

"Come on, Jaysa, I know you aren't looking at anything naughty on the HoloNet," Jaina said as she punched Jacen's shoulder lightly.

Jacen rolled his eyes and stepped slightly to the right, to step away from his sister. Jaina briefly tripped, and glanced over at the playground. Saoirse had taken the gunner position on the Ebon Hawk and was pretending to shoot at TIE-fighters.

"Fine," Jacen said, thrusting out his holopad. "I'm working on my journal of zoology and botany."

"Of course you are," Jaina laughed. "I like the nexu, it looks really realistic."

"I keep seeing one in my dreams," Jacen admitted as he retracted his holopad.

"Really?" She became serious. "So the creepy old guy. . ."

"Oh, he was still there too," Jacen said. "Was he in your dreams?"

Jaina shuddered. "Always."

For the past three years, Jaina had dreamed of an ancient wrinkled and scarred visage, whispering in her dreams— among other nightmares. He wasn't always there, but when he was, he merely lurked in the background. There were all sorts of things, he seemed to bring. Images of war, fire, pain, and desolation.

Sometimes she could've sworn she'd heard his voice before— but those memories seemed unreal. She wasn't even sure if they ever happened at all.

She looked back to Saoirse. She remembered being a misbehaving little miscreant, hogging everything and being wild. Of course, she loved the look when a parent dragged her around, looking to complain, only to find that they were talking to the Last Jedi.

She'd grown out of that, naturally, and the memories made her both smirk and flush red in mixed pride and embarrassment.

Luckily, Saoirse was the opposite of the type of kid she was. The girl was a bit too quiet for her own good, and was always playing alone.

But she didn't mind watching the daughter of her mother's best friends. It was something to do, especially since Rey had yet to assign a Jedi master to either her or Jacen.

"Who do you want for your Jedi master?" Jaina asked her twin.

He looked up, already having been immersed in his drawings again. "I don't know. Mum will give us whoever she thinks is best."

"But if you could choose?" Jaina asked.

"Elora Daan," Jacen said immediately. "I know she's Tash Arranda's master, but she knows so much."

"You'd probably get into like, fifty more philosophy debates in a day," Jaina teased.

"I want to make sure I'm using my powers responsibly," Jacen said, shrugging again. "You're the one who studies all that history— you know what happens when it goes wrong."

"Like with Kylo Ren," Jaina snarled.

It was his fault she'd grown up in a war, that she'd never known peace. His dark reign stretched across the galaxy, and had killed the Jedi Order and the New Republic. He was one of Luke Skywalker's students who had betrayed him.

She grew up despising the Supreme Leader's face, so much she wanted to scream when she saw him on the news holos.

He was even worse than Darth Vader, in Jaina's opinion. At least Vader became good in the end. There was no such redemption for Kylo Ren. Sure, some planets said they were better off under Imperial Rule. But how much of that was the truth?

Jaina was certain that he was actually terrible— why else would there be a Resistance?

The commlink tied to her wrist began to beep.

"Yes?" Jaina asked.

"I need Jacen to come to the prison wing," Rey said. "Jaina, you should stay with Saoirse."

Jacen looked slightly alarmed. "What am I doing?"

"I'm going to teach you something your father taught me," Rey said.

Jacen and Jaina exchanged a wide-eyed stare. Rey rarely mentioned their biological father. They only knew that his first name was Ben and a few trivial facts. He supposedly was a Jedi. But Rey said he was dead.

"I'll be right there, Mum," Jacen said. He shoved his stylus and holopad into Jaina's arms. "Thanks, sis!"

"Wait!" Jaina whined.

But Jacen had already made his escape.

Jaina sighed, and exited his journal files. She at least could play a game with Saoirse, since she knew the kid liked drawing.

Saoirse had left the Ebon Hawk, and now was sitting in front of the large screen with holo-dramas for children. Jaina sat down next to Saoirse, and looked at the bug-eyed animated characters.

"I like this one," Jaina said. "The Octave Stairway was my favorite when I was younger."

"I prefer The Black Bantha," Saoirse said. "Garik Loran is dreamy."

"You're six," Jaina chided. "And it was made to make the Empire look good."

Saoirse shrugged. "I like it. And it's better than baby stuff like The Octave Stairway."

"I see," Jaina said. "Do you want to draw?"

Saoirse didn't hesitate. "Yes please."

Jaina handed over the holopad and stylus, and opened the drawing app. She then looked up to The Octave Stairway. She wanted adventures like the ones Brin and his friends had in the show. She wanted to be a hero, like Jyn Erso, Luke Skywalker, or her mother.

But Rey had allowed Padawans that were younger than them to begin their training. Tash was the same age as them, and she had started her apprenticeship with Elora Daan two years ago.

It isn't fair, Jaina thought miserably. Even Jaysa gets to go be a rebel hero before me.

That was when she heard a little voice from her dreams.

She is afraid of you outshining her, and cannot see that you are not a child anymore.

Jaina looked around— the room suddenly felt colder.

That's not true, she tried to tell herself— but it was unconvincing. The little voice was right, she thought.

How could she prove to her mother that she and Jacen weren't just kids anymore?

Then she had it.

We could build lightsabers, she thought. Then she'd know we're ready.