The pilots whom had survived the attack on the Star Destroyer, landed their X-wings on the landing pad of the Resistance. Of 24 whom flown into combat, only 16 came back.
Both the Reds and the Blues has had to mourn about deaths.
The mood was despite the victory depressed, when Poe named the names of those killed in action: "Noora, Hobie, Jester, Pola, Calix, Hal, Lloyd and Sev are no longer among us.
But their deaths weren't senseless, you should these always remember. They've fought that you and your children live in freedom. And we will carry on fighting."
When Sev's name was mentioned, Nomi recalled the young pilot, who had doubts about the success of an attack with so few fighters. And now he was dead.
Instead of him it could be her sons or her daughter, who drift now dead in Rakata Prime's orbit.
Dash put his arm around her, because he felt that she needed solace. "C'mon, Nomi, let's go to our children."
The triplets and Tasherit stood nearby a barrack and talked animatedly. From their gestures one could conclude that they went through the combat once again.
Beside Tasherit stood the young, handsome pilot, whom Nomi had already noticed during Dameron's brief speech before the mission. Dash looked with pride at his children.
Then he had also discovered the young pilot, who seemed quite familiar with Tasherit. He took his daughter aside and asked straightforward: "Is the young man your boyfriend?"
Tasherit looked at her father quite aghast.
"No, Papa. What gives you that idea? Jaden Katarn is only my wing man and a good comrade.
Her father looked thoughtful at her and nodded.
"Too bad, I like the young man, Tasherit."
Meanwhile Nomi leaned against a tree trunk when Biggs approached her. "Can I speak to you briefly, Mama?" His mother nodded. "Dash told me about your training on the clearing."
The Jedi wondered whether her middle son wanted to reproach her, like his younger brother.
She was already looking for a suitable answer, when, quite surprisingly, she heard the request: "I would also like to train again, Mama. Can I come to you on the clearing?"
Nomi was aware that it was becoming increasingly risky to train there.
But should she deny one of her children what she granted to the other child? They were all Jedi and had the right to continue the path the Force had opened them.
Also for that many had fought and suffered in the Galactic Civil War. Nomi smiled at her son, who was standing expectantly in front of her.
"Of course you can train with us. Come to our barrack tomorrow night at 2100 and bring your lightsaber."
Biggs bent down to his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Mama, I'll be on time." Then he went to the barracks, which he shared with the male pilots of the Resistance.
Scarcely had Biggs left her, when Corran came to his mother. The Jedi was because of his face expression already aware that he would certainly not ask to train with her and his brothers.
He glowered at his mother, who was still leaning against the tree trunk. "I've felt that you've used the Force again, mother." It hurt Nomi that he didn't called her Mama.
She looked his son in the eyes and replied: "Without the Force there would have been more casualties among our comrades, Corran."
Her son put her off. " You can't know that, mother. Master Skywalker taught us that the future is always in motion."
Nomi shook her head. ""Why do you fail, Corran? The Resistance needs Jedi right now. Can't you realize this or don't you want to realize this? You abdicate your responsibility!"
The young Jedi looked furiously at his mother.
"I don't abdicate my responsibility, otherwise I would scarcely be here and wouldn't fly in combat, mother!" He turned around on the heel, leaving his mother standing just before she could reply.
Nomi wondered desperately from where this unbridled rage of her youngest son had came from. She shuddered at the thought whereto it could lead him.