When it knocked the next morning at the door, Nomi asked herself if nobody at the Resistance gives them credit for to be in time without help.
Dash was already on his way to the landing pad and she was about to leave. Slightly annoyed, she stood up from the table, where still were the breakfast leftovers and opened the door.
In front of her stood her youngest son Corran, who wore his long, curly hair in a loose queue.
"May I come in, Mama?" Nomi nodded and Corran entered the small room. Purposeful he headed for the small table and sat down on one of the folding chairs.
The Jedi sat likewise and looked expectantly at her son. "What's on your mind, my dear?"
Her son looked sheepishly to the ground and deliberated how he could say what he has to say without hurting his mother. Then he burst out with it: "You've used the Force yesterday, Mama.
I've felt it."
Nomi shrugged. "I'm a Jedi, like you and your siblings. And Jedi are using the Force."
Corran shook his head. "No, Mama, we must not use the Force. It's... it's dangerous. Kylo Ren could trace us and..."
Nomi interrupted the young Jedi. "Is this the reason you are hiding your presence in the Force?" Her son nodded.
"You won't be afraid of a single man."
Corran sighed. "You haven't seen what we have seen, Mama. Biggs and me barely escaped. We're endangering the Resistance if we use the Force."
His mother shook her head. "You've told me during one of your visits on Dagobah, that Ben Solo's weaker in the Force than you."
Suddenly her son jumped up and the folding-chair tumbled over. "He isn't Ben Solo any longer, who was a good friend of us. Ben Solo is dead - Kylo Ren had destroyed him.
There is nothing good left in him. And he had grown stronger, Mama."
He turned and went to the door. "I must go to Commander Dameron. We meet at the landing pad then."
When he had left, he left a thoughtful Nomi behind. She looked at her chrono and saw that it was time to head for the landing pad too.
Dameron and her husband were already waiting for her. Corran was nowhere to be seen. It seemed to Nomi that he avoided to meet her after their conversation he had left abruptly.
Nomi nodded shortly at Poe and her husband and went to her X-wing. She run the checkup, gloved up, don her helmet and strapped in.
"C'mon, Fuzzy, let's go away as fast as possible." The droid whistled a question. Nomi looked at the display for the translation. "No, Fuzzy, all's well.
I only want to go away, before I meet my son again." Another whistle. "This is something you can't understand. Fire up the converter.
" The astromech asked no further questions and did as Nomi ordered. Slowly the X-wing ascended in D'Qar's atmosphere.
After a little while joined Dash's and Poe's fighters. The Jedi heard Dameron's voice via comm: "It seems you're in a hurry, Commander Darklighter.
I've seen your husband's shooting already, today it's your turn. I've placed some targets last night, before I met you at the clearing. Oh, just one question.
Have you seen the strange green glow yesterday, Commander Darklighter? It seemed to me that it was near the clearing."
A cold shiver run down her spine. Had Dameron after all noticed, that she had practiced with her lightsaber? She hoped that her voice wouldn't quiver when she lied to him.
"No, Commander, I've seen nothing."
"Well, maybe I was mistaken. The target area is 20 clicks away. Follow me. Major Rendar, you follow me too, please."
Soon after they had reached the exercise area. In front of them the targets were floating.
Nomi heard Poe's voice again via comm: "As you see, Commander Darklighter, the targets are numbered. You must wipe out the targets in ascending order within two standard minutes."
Nomi answered: "Copy, Commander!" Then she addressed her astromech droid: "Let's show the Commander that we aren't on the scrap heap. Off we go!"
She headed for the first target, fired when it was in sight and destroyed it with the laser cannons she had set to quadruple mode. Two other targets which floated nearby were destroyed as well.
If this continued, she would wipe out all targets in less than two standard minutes. She steered the fighter to the left and fired - strike. Three targets left.
She set the laser cannons to double mode, flew a roll with the X-wing and fired during the roll at the targets. One target was left now, it was the smallest. Approx. less than two meters.
Nomi bit at high concentration her lower lip in and watched the targeting computer carefully.
She pushed the fire button when the targeting fields matched and the target burst in parts as the laser beams hit.
The Jedi looked pleased at her chrono, she had really accomplished the task in less than two standard minutes. But with stationary targets it was easy.
Nevertheless she flew a looping before she returned to the other two X-wings.
Dash gave her a thumbs up, when she flew again at his side, while Dameron spoke with her via comm: "Well done, Commander Darklighter. Let's fly back."
Barely landed Nomi jumped out of her X-wing and run to meet her husband, who was likewise jumped out of his fighter. She laughed when he hugged her.
Poe joined in and said: "This was an exceptional performance, Commander Darklighter."
The Jedi disengaged from her husband's embrace and turned to Dameron. "It wasn't this difficult, Commander.
Wiping out stationary targets which doesn't shoot back it's not that big a deal, to last against TIEs or capitol ships that's a whole new ball game.
Are there no simulators at the Resistance base?"
Dameron shook his head.
"This is madness, Commander! How should the pilots survive in combat? Without simulator training you send those children to certain death!"
Poe winced slightly because of Nomi's outburst, but picked up his courage fast.
"I doubt that you despite your Civil War experiences can judge this, Commander Darklighter.
Indeed General Organa tried hard to get simulators for some time. The Resistance has slim support from the New Republic.
The most politicians believe that General Organa's apprehensions are pipe dreams. And as a side note, those who are flying and fighting with the Reds and Blues aren't children." Poe sighed.
"I would prefer to train our pilots in simulators, believe me."
Nomi felt that she was gone too far with her critique and backed down.
"I beg your pardon, Commander, I never wanted to challenge your techniques."
Dameron put her off. "It's ok, Commander Darklighter. Come tomorrow at 0900 to the galley. You'll meet there the other pilots."
He turned to leave, but then he turned again. "And you're sure that you hadn't seen this green glowing last night? It must have been close to you."
Nomi responded: "I'm sure, Commander."
When Poe was gone Dash Rendar wrapped his arms around Nomi. "How long will you lie to the kid, Nomi?"
The Jedi looked up to her husband and answered: "As long as it is necessary, Dash. Let's go to our quarters."