Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker: Aftermath

7: What Was Your Mother Like?

Amaliea kept her gaze on the glass window long after the three had jumped into hyperspace, her hands wrapped around her neck, where Evie had hugged her before their goodbye. Rey came to join her in the cockpit.
"Oh, hey," Amaliea said, breaking out of her trance.
"How long have you known Evie?" she asked. The Mandolorian scratched her head before answering. "Umm.. maybe seven or eight years..?" she replied.
"Have you ever thought about getting married?"
"Every day,"
"I see,"
" Yeah.. we have a whole plan. We want one child, and we want to get married as soon as Evie turns twenty," Amaliea laughed, her gaze wandering again. Rey smiled to herself, thinking of the amber-eyed boy from her vision. "I believe it'll come true," she said kindly.
"Yes.. if we have a daughter, we've agreed we'll name her Sabine, after my mom,"
"You haven't told me much about your mother," Rey said, thinking about the colourful-haired woman from the mural in the cave.
"Not much to say," Amaliea shrugged. "She was beautiful. She was an incredible person. An even better mother." she said, propping her chin on her hand, lost in her memories.
"What happened to her?"
"I told you." Amaliea replied blankly. "She died,"
Rey nodded and thought of her own mother, whom she didn't have any clear memories of. The only thing she remembered from her were big light brown eyes with sprinkles of gold in them, like buried treasure. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and let her mind drift into the steadiness of the Force.

Jacen hit the button to jump into hyperspace and sat back in the pilots seat, staring at the ceiling. Even after all these years of piloting, he always felt that his place was next to his mother, flying with her, not without her. He remembered the last time her saw her so vividly, as though still fresh in his brain. He had begged to go with her, but she must have known she wouldn't return from this final battle. She was old, but her piloting skills were still incredible, he told himself as he watched the Ghost leave the skies of Lothal for the last time.
The memory wasn't fresh, but the grief was. The grief like he was being sliced through the chest every time her thought about her.
He knew she was finally with his father again, but the legacy she had left behind..
He wasn't fit.
He wasn't fit for any of it.
He wasn't fit to carry her name.
Tears stung his eyes and he brushed them away in anger.
He couldn't let anyone see him so weak.
Stay strong, he told himself.
You're a Jedi.
Stay strong.
Be strong.

Okay, so two things. One- i know this chapter was mostly filler, but i wanted to delve into Amalieas past a bit and see how Jacen was really feeling about his mum's death. Two- I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS CHAPTER TO BE SO FOCUSED AROUND MOMS. I've got some mommy issues on me, so maybe that's why i made Hera and Sabine such awesome moms (also cause they're awesome people so hshskwmdneu fight me) but i didn't mean for this whole chapter to be about mothers just kinda happened 😂😂
Anyways, pride got cancelled where i live because of everything that's happening and i'm sad, so make sure to stay inside, wash your hands, and keep safe!
That's all, have a jolly day/whatever time it is for you.
-sam