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"KRIFF," KALI MUTTERS as she, Indira, and Jess settle down atop the mattress of one of the spare beds in Kes Dameron's house. Thankfully, the place was no longer packed full of soldiers like it had been on the first few days after the Falcon touched down from Crait. Yavin IV was an unexpected blessing in disguise for the Resistance. Many sympathizers for the cause lived on the colony, remaining there from the days of the Alliance, and several of Kes's neighbors had been kind and gracious enough to offer their homes as a safe place for what remained of Leia Organa's troops to rest their heads. "And I thought Jess and I had it bad on our mission."
Jessika wiggles her nearly healed leg. "I still think we had it worse."
The three of them had spent the evening catching each other up to speed on what they'd missed during their time apart; Indira giving them her take on everything that happened from the time they'd left the D'Qar base to Yavin and Kali and Jessika detailing the struggles of their missions on Pastoria and the other places they'd visited while off-planet. Their tales were harrowing, involving ambushes, attacks, and betrayals at every turn. None of them had had an easy go of things while they were apart — that much was for certain — but it was still disheartening for Indira to hear what the other girls had been through. Some naive part of her had hoped that things might have gone a little smoother for them in their corner of the galaxy, but it seemed as if the state of current events was universally shit across the cosmos.
"I still can't believe that everyone else is gone," Kali admits.
Her voice is hollow as she rests her head on Indira's shoulder and Jess curls up on the other side of her, leaving Indira trapped between them. She couldn't escape them even if she wanted to — which she doesn't. Not yet, at least. Indira hadn't realized just how lonely she'd been without them until now — and just how right her aunt had been about her needing her friends at her side. "So many of the other pilots. So many of our friends."
