Eleven years after the massacre on Yavin IV, Khara Solo is the lone survivor of the Padawans in her school. With the disappearance of her former master, Khara searches for the key to bringing back hope to the galaxy. Now, with the rise of the First...
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In the darkness, there is a complexity that maintains balance on one scale, whereas, in the light, there is simplicity. It is impossible for them to survive without each other; they would fall apart, die, or eat one another to extinction. Khara regularly reflected on these matters.
In her experience, the cosmic balance between light and dark has always resonated with her. Although the 27-year-old Resistance fighter was always seen differently, even in the world of her mother, she was never discouraged.
The fidgeting which was overloading her senses was soothed by tapping her fingers along her blaster. At this point, it was better than her troublesome thoughts.
As she reached the end of her patience, she stuck her head inside the tent. "Are we almost done?" she asked.
In tandem with Lor San Tekka, Poe, the Resistance's best fighter pilot, turned his gaze to hers as well. "Almost."
Their gazes returned to one another. Lor hands Poe a small purple satin bag that contained an extremely valuable piece of information that he hopes will make things right once again. "I've seen too much and traveled too far to ignore the despair in the Galaxy," Lor told Poe. "Without the Jedi, there can be no balance in the Force."
A smirk appeared on Poe's face at the feeling in his hand. "Well, because of you, now we have a chance. The general and her Captain have been after this for a long time."
A light chuckle escaped Lor's lips. "As far as I am concerned, The General is royalty to me."
Now it was Khara's turn to chuckle; Leia Organa of Alderaan always had the air of being independent and determined. Khara smiled and replied, "Well, that's certainly true.". At that moment, a round orange and white droid rolled into the room, beeping and triggering hysterical clicks. In a moment of panic, Khara and Poe turned their heads toward one another. "We got company."
"You have to hide," Poe instructed Lor.
Lor looked at the two Resistance fighters. "You have to leave." He noticed the conflict in their eyes. "Go!" Before Khara turned to leave, Lor stopped her. "Khara." As soon as she heard her name, she halted, turning around in the direction of the older man. "Give your mother my regards."
With a smirk on her face, Khara replied. "You can do it when you get out of here." She spun around on her heel once again and looked at BB-8 and Poe. It is time to go, BB-8!" Khara implored BB-8, encouraging him to hurry. As quickly as he could, BB-8, with his gigantic ball of a body, pushed forward as fast as he could.
Poe and Khara made it to their X-wings just in time when an incoming enemy fire brought down Poe's X-wing. "Watch out!" Poe tackled Khara to the floor. Gritting her teeth, she groaned at the weight of the man above her. In the name of force, why in the hell was he so heavy? "Are you okay?" He asked.
"I will be when you get off me."
Poe blinked in realization. "Yeah, right, sorry."
Khara sat up just as Poe got off her. She grabbed the satin from inside Poe's pocket and took out the chip. "BB," The bot turned to look at her. "Take this, it's safer with you than it is with us." BB-8 opened his cartridge, letting Khara place it inside. "You get as far away from here as you can." BB looked between the two in worry. "Do you hear me?"
