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CALLUM DANVERS was a smart guy. At the age of eighteen he trained to become a pilot but on his first mission, his entire fleet but him was killed. The man was in such shock that the Republic dismissed him as unfit for service. After recovering from the trauma, Callum thought of what he could do. He was twenty-one and without any job, before he knew it he'd be on the streets. Callum heard about the Resistance rising again and so he contacted Leia Organa about a position, he thought about what he was good at, yes he was a pilot but that was a part of his life he wanted to leave behind, then he thought about counselling.
After the massacre of his fleet, Callum had no support, he was all alone and he didn't want anyone to go through that like he did. And thus, after a bit of training, Callum became a therapist for the Resistance. Sure, he wasn't used a lot, but when he was it was serious.
Like, Naila Caddo, serious.
"You're scared that General Organa is going to take, not only your spy position away from you, but also your General title. Correct?"
Naila tapped the side of her chair as she clicked her tongue, "I say one statement and you turn it into one of my 'insecurities'."
"Your words not mine," Callum defended, "Why don't we talk about Ben Solo?"
"What's there to talk about? He's gone."
"You don't believe that though, do you?" He asked and watched as the woman's eyes strayed from him to the objects in his office, "You tried to kill him but couldn't, and before that you tried to save him."
"I don't want to talk about that."
Callum placed his pen down, "So what do you want to talk about? I have more important things to do than listen to you rant about General Hux."
"You don't though," Naila said, "I've looked you up Callum Danvers. Pilot for the Republic but was dismissed after an accident. At twenty-two you joined the Resistance as a therapist but who wants counselling here. I've never met anyone who talks about their issues. Plus your calendars over there and all you have for the next few weeks are our sessions."
"I'm impressed, you managed to find all that out in, what? A day?"
"Actually an hour," Naila corrected, "Leia's got everyone off doing things but me and I can't help but feel useless."
Naila had never been at base for too long, it was long enough for a debrief, a catch up, another mission briefing and leaving, those usually lasted two weeks, and now the first week of being back was coming to an end and Naila had gotten nothing.
