After a calm flight through hyperspace, the Outrider fell back in real space near Corellia. Dash yawned. "I don't know, space travelling is somehow boring today.
No Interdictor Cruiser pulling you suddenly out of hyperspace, no TIEs trying to vape you..."
Nomi interrupted him. "It could be again soon if this becomes true, what Leia and Tarik are fearing, Dash. We should enjoy peace and quiet as long as they last."
Dash casted a glance at his wife. "When we're with the Resistance the calm days will be over soon, Darling."
Nomi nodded. "You could be right."
Dash steered the Outrider in Coronet City's direction after ground control has granted landing permission. He landed the ship smoothly in the docking bay.
After the common safety precautions they left the docking bay and headed to Treasure Ship Row.
The large, open-air shopping mall teemed as ever from passers-by from all over the galaxy.
Dash grinned at his wife. "And now we've only to find Horn's Inn."
"Let me see to that, Dash." She approached the next pedestrian, a Bothan, who crossed their path and asked for the way. "We're in luck, Darling, the Horn's Inn is approx.
500 meters away from here."
"Go ahead! I think Tarik is already waiting for us."
After a few standard minutes they've reached their destination. The bar had the common hodgepodge of human and non-human guests.
But on the contrary to other bars in the galaxy it was astonishing clean. Behind the bar stood a young man, whom Nomi saw it in that he was a Horn family offspring. So this is Corran Horn's son.
He seemed a few years younger than their own children. Apparently the former Rogue Squadron pilot had found a wife after the Civil War. Nomi was delighted for him.
Dash nudged her and jolted her out of her daydreams. He had detected Tarik sitting in a barely visible booth. Before approaching him, Dash ordered two glasses of Corellian brandy.
With the glasses in his hand he headed together with his wife for the booth. Coming nearer they noticed that Tarik wasn't alone.
Next to him sat a handsome, sharp-featured man with dark-brown wavy hair, who wore a tan leather jacket. Nomi estimated the man a little bit older than her sons.
At least he wasn't a victory child. She was dead certain. The Jedi scrutinized him. Is he Tarik's liaison to the Resistance?
They sat down and Tarik's companion put out his hand. "Poe Dameron. And you are?"
"Nomi Darklighter." Dameron looked bright-eyed at her when he heard the name. "By any chance the famous Nomi Darklighter? You were with Rogue Squadron under Wedge Antilles' command.
And you were one of the pilots who've attacked the second Death Star. My mother Shara had told me about the old times with the Alliance.
She was an A-wing pilot and had known your cousin Biggs who was killed in action during the Battle of Yavin. My father Kes was with the ground troopers during the Battle of Endor.
Wait a minute, when you are Nomi Darklighter then you are Dash Rendar."
Dash nodded acknowledging.
Dameron whistled noiseless and raked his fingers through his hair. "I can't believe it, I'm about to recruit two living legends."
Tarik looked anxiously around and hissed: "Damn, Dameron, be less noisy."
Poe looked guilty and softened his voice. "Oh, it comes just in my mind that we've already recruited two Rendar."
Nomi and Dash listened attentively. Dameron hadn't noticed their intentness and deliberated. "What were their names? Biggs and Corran Rendar. They are twins."
Dash grinned. "No, they are triplets. And they have a younger sister. Dash jr. and Tasherit were recruited by our friend Tarik and they should arrive soon at their destination."
Dameron stared at him. "A whole family? You could nearly build your own squadron. "
He took a swig from his glass filled with Corellian ale. Then he bended forward and whispered: "Welcome to the Resistance."
He stood up. "I have to leave now." He shook Nomi's hand and thrust a small piece of flimsiplast in it.
Then he bended slightly over, as if to kiss her goodbye and whispered in her ear: "I send you the jump co-ordinates for your navcomputer. Here is the decryption code.
Be careful, the First Order isn't to be underestimated." Then he turned and headed to the exit.
Nomi and Dash looked after him.
Dash turned to Tarik. "It appears to me that the kid is a little bit reckless. I hope it won't get him in trouble someday." Tarik retorted with hushed voice.
"The kid is the best pilot of the Resistance. He can fly anything, Dash."
The Corellian grinned broadly. "I'd like to see this, Tarik." He downed the glass in one gulp, stood up and threw a few credits on the table. "C'mon, Nomi, let's get out of here.
The sooner we leave Corellia the better."
His wife and Tarik stood up too. The ambassador held his old fellow soldiers tight. "Be careful, my friends and may the Force be with you."
When the Jedi and her husband entered the Outrider a small light flashed at the console.
Poe Dameron had already sent the encrypted jump co-ordinates. Nomi gave her husband the flimsiplast with the decryption code and grinned at the same time.
"It seems, Dameron can't wait until we arrive."
It wasn't long before Dash had the co-ordinates decrypted and stored in the navcomputer. He turned to his wife, who had already settled in the co-pilot seat as usual.
"The co-ordinates lead us near Hosnian Prime, Malastare and Sullust.
Always so far apart from the planet, that we're avoiding the gravitation field and can jump back in hyperspace to the next co-ordinates.
The Resistance headquarters are in the Ileenium System, to be exact on the planet D'Qar. Here goes, Darling!"