The New Adventures of Nomi Darklighter

Chapter 65 - No Answer

Nomi went back to their room and sat down at the desk after taking the outdated comm device out of her bag.
The Jedi activated it and tuned it to one of the old Alliance frequencies. All that could be heard was static. Not a word, not a call sign ... nothing. She sighed and tried the next frequency after making a note of the one she had already tried. But it was the same outcome. Nomi stood up and paced around the room. It was truly unfortunate that her youngest was forced to hide in the Force because of Kylo Ren.
She sat back down on the chair in front of the desk and switched the comm to the next frequency. It was the frequency they used the most in battle, and with the static came the memories.
The pre-battle chatter, the orders during battle, the cries of triumph and agony. Then after the battle, the excited chatter as the adrenaline slowly faded on the flight back to base. She vividly remembered all the memorial ceremonies for the fallen she had attended during the Galactic Civil War.
Dash Rendar entered the room and saw his wife sitting at the desk, obviously lost in thought.

The Jedi shook her head to chase away the specters of the past. Her husband bent down and kissed her neck.
"Any contact?" He asked, rubbing her shoulders.
"Nothing but static on all frequencies," came Nomi's reply. Dash Rendar took the other chair that was in the room and set it down next to his wife before sitting down.
"Have you tried all the frequencies we used during the war?"
Nomi nodded and rubbed her eyes.
"Every frequency I remember."
She showed him the notes on the frequencies she had listened to. Dash read them carefully.
"You forgot some of the frequencies used by Alliance intelligence. Let me try, honey."
The Jedi made way for her husband, and the Galactic Civil War veteran switched the comm to the first intelligence frequency.
They both listened carefully, but the result was the same as before. The only sound they heard was static. But Dash wasn't ready to give up so easily.
"There's another frequency, let's try that." He tuned the comm. "That's the last one I know."
Nomi sighed when there was only static here too.
"That doesn't make sense, darling," she put her hand on Dash's arm. "If the comm wasn't so outdated, we could set it to search automatically. But this way we have to do it ourselves from time to time and hope for the best."
Her husband shook his head.
"The odds are slim that we'll hear them when they transmit, Nomi."
She gave him a weak smile.
"Never tell me the odds. I thought that was a common phrase on Corellia."
"That's a Han Solo phrase, darling. I've always looked at the odds and then decided. It increases your chance of survival."
His wife chuckled.
"I thought being reckless was a Corellian trait."
Dash leaned forward and gave her a kiss.
"I grew up on Coruscant, honey, so maybe there's not much Corellian in me."
Nomi returned his kiss.
"Maybe it's not how you grew up, but the age," she teased her husband.
"I'll show you it's not my age."
Dash tickled Nomi, who doubled over with laughter.
At that moment, they heard almost inaudible talking through the static. They looked at each other and Dash modulated the comm to get a better signal, but it was too late. Frustrated, the former mercenary slammed his fist on the desk.
"Damn it!"
Nomi looked at him.
"They broadcast once and they'll do it again. And now we may know the frequency they're using, Dash." The Jedi smiled at her husband. "The transmission shows that they have escaped the First Order. Wherever they are... I'm sure Corran is with them."