Learning to Fly - A Star Wars Fanfiction - Part One of the "Balance" Trilogy

Jay

"Morgan Knight?"
"Cade and Marian's daughter?"
"What did you tell her?"

The General scowled at the others.
"I told her what I needed to. And you go with it. We don't need another -" she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "You know how Ben turned out. We don't need another Kylo Ren." Jay frowned, twirling his pen. He and the remaining soldiers of the Resistance had been called into a meeting to discuss his mistake of dispensing the coordinates. He didn't understand why the girl was a threat, though. Sure, he'd heard of the Knight family. He knew about Cade. About Marian's capture. But why was the General so convinced the girl was dangerous? It's not like she was Force-Sensitive. They would know. Right? And Cade was... Well, Cade. That didn't mean his daughter would go down the same path.
"Excuse me, General?" he raised his hand. She sighed in exasperation.
"Yes, Russo?"
"Did she actually show any signs of... Like, being, you know, hostile?" The General glared at him.
"No. I hope, with all my being, that I'm not making a mistake keeping her in the dark. I hope she'll stay with us and have a somewhat better life than before and that we can keep her on the right path. For now, it's all we can do to hide her from her past," she sighed again, rubbing her temples. "Now, all distractions aside, the mission was a failure. We lost Asher. We didn't get the intel. So what do we do now?" The others stared at her blankly.
"With all due respect, General Organa," Poe Dameron spoke up. "You're the General."
"Yes, I am, Commander, and I've run out of ideas," she huffed.
"Have we heard from Finn and the others?" he asked after a moment's pause.
"No," she replied stiffly. "For now... We're on our own."
"Well," Poe cleared his throat, sitting up straight. "That intel is our only hope. Just the fact that someone would be willing to share it is a miracle in itself. We need it. Badly."
"We know how that went," someone grumbled.
"Thank you, James, that will be enough," the General told him sternly. "Continue, Commander."
"I have the start of an idea. I need... Three days and two pilots. And about twenty bombs." The General raised an eyebrow.
"What are you thinking, Dameron?" He grinned.
"I'm so glad you asked."