AMARA SOLO took strides as she stepped out of a briefing meeting with fellow Resistance leaders, including her own mother. Amara always felt like she was somewhere where she shouldn't be and that was made worst when she decided to join the Resistance. She joined for a sense of purpose. She joined because she felt alone. She joined because she didn't want to lose another family member. She didn't dress like a leader, like her mother. She didn't know what a leader should dress like. She wore a black leather jacket with a Resistance logo on the top left sleeve, light brown top, dark brown tight pants, and black boots.

The young woman made it outside. She adjusted her leather jacket and took in the sights. She felt the wind hit her face.

"Captain Solo," A voice gained her attention.

Amara turned and saw who called for her. Her close friend, Vira Kalo. Vira had been in the Resistance longer than Amara has been apart of the cause, mostly due to her mother keeping her at arms length from the spotlight.

Ever since Amara arrived to D'Qar, she quickly became friends with Vira. Vira had a different upbringing from Amara and it just worked for the two girls. Where Amara grew up with large shoes to fill, Vira grew up at mercy of the First Order and when she had the opportunity to try and change the galaxy, she took advantage of it. From what Amara knew of Vira, she didn't have a family anymore and counted the Resistance as her family.

The thirty-two year old mechanic approached the twenty-one year woman, "Where have you been? You missed lunch."

Amara gives her friend a small smile, "Sorry." She says, "I was stuck with General Organa and other Resistance command leaders."

Vira nods as then looks at her friend, "For what exactly?" She asks, "They don't usually let mere Captains sit in on meetings like that?"

Amara shrugs, "I think my mom just wants me to see what goes into work for the Resistance." She says.

Vira nods and then kicks a rock on the ground, "I see," She says, "So she's grooming you for her role when she passes."

Amara glanced at Vira, "I expect that being the case." She says, "I mean who else would lead us, everyone expects me to be like my mother."

Vira and Amara walked around the base. They were getting near the hangar where the X-Wings lay rest unless the pilots are on missions.

"Come on, Mar." Vira says, "You are like your mom, sometimes it's scary."

Amara shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know, Vee." She says, "When have I ever been inspiring?"

Vira halted in her steps, which caused Amara to pause as well. Amara looked at her friend, who seemed to be a lost for words as to respond.

"Okay, look. I don't have an example right now," Vira says, "But, I can totally see you becoming a great leader."

Amara's eyes narrowed, "Doubt it,"

Vira stepped over to her friend, "Oh come on," She says, "Don't be so negative."

Amara glanced at her friend and gave her a small smile, "I'm not negative," She says, "I just don't see how I could possibly be a leader like my mom."

"Give it time," Vira says, "I doubt your mom was a great leader at your age."

Amara narrowed her eyes again, "My mom was off stopping the Empire at my age, maybe even younger." She says.

Vira sighed, "Well yeah, sure but-," She shakes her head, "Never mind about that."

Amara couldn't help but grin, "I get what you're trying to do, Vee, really. I just don't see me as a leader, I never did."

The two girls continued walking near the hangars. They pass a few of the X-Wings and seeing a few of the pilots outside, socializing.

"What did you see yourself as? What did you ever want to be?" Vira asks.

Amara paused her thought and looked at Vira, "I- I don't know."

The two walk and see members of the Black Squadron. Amara knew this squadron very well, mostly due to their leader. Black Leader.

"How do you not know?" Vira asks.

Amara gives her friend a sad smile, "Guess I never thought much of it." She says.

Before Vira was about to continue on her friend, a pilot from Blue Squadron came running over to the two women.

"Uh- Vira," The pilot says.

Vira turns, "Yes?"

The pilot grins, "Can uh- I borrow you?"

Vira groans and nods, "Alright," She turns to Amara, "This isn't over, Mar."

Amara grins, "I don't doubt that." She says.

Vira was basically dragged off to the pilot's X-Wing, which was much further away in the hangar. This left Amara alone. Her eyes drift to the X-Wing in front of her. The T-70 X-Wing starfighter, aka Black One. Amara stepped closer to the X-Wing, she never piloted for the Resistance but she use to love flying with her father. A small smile appeared on her lips thinking of those type of memories. Flying the Falcon when she was ten. It was probably the most fun ever, despite nearly giving her mom a heart attack.

"What do I owe the pleasure, Captain Solo?" Spoke a voice.

Amara turned to see Commander Poe Dameron walking over in his flight suit with his BB unit rolling next to him.

"Just on a walk, Commander Dameron." She says, "I can do that, now can I?"

Poe gives her a small grin, "I mean I expect you can do many things as the General's daughter." He says.

Amara groans, "Are you always going to do that?" She asks, "Address me as the General's daughter?"

Poe shrugs and kept the grin, "I mean you are her daughter after all."

Amara shakes her head, "Why do I even put up with you?"

Poe looks at her, "Because you love me," He says, "Plus I'm a higher rank than you."

Amara steps next to him, "I want to slap you, you know?"

Poe grins, "I know,"

Poe walked over, closer to his starfighter. Amara watched him come closer and then sit down. He motioned for her to sit down as well.

Amara groans and parks it.

"What?" She asks.

Poe gives her a look, "What? Can't a friend see how his friend is doing?" He asks.

Poe had connections to her mother, after all his parents fought along her parents during the time of the Empire. Poe was determined to follow the foot steps of his parents, and Amara admired his determination. Poe and Amara had known each other probably for six years. Sure, there is quite an age gap between the two, her being twenty-one and him being thirty-three, but they had always seemed to be one person to get the other person.

"I'm fine, Poe." She says to him, "And what about you?"

Poe nods, "I'm good,"

Amara motions to the flight suit, "Where are you going? A test flight?"

Poe gives her a smile, "Yeah." He says.

BB comes rolling over and begins beeping at the two. The two exchange looks before turning to the BB unit.

"We're not ignoring you, buddy." Poe claims.

Amara smiles, "Yeah, B."

Amara watched Poe with BB. Poe turned his attention to the droid and began patting on the top of the droid, as a way of showing some sort of affection. It was something Amara admired about Poe. He cares about his droid as if BB was another member of his squad, which in a way BB is. But he treats BB as if BB wasn't a droid but was like him.

"Hey, Poe." Amara says, "Can I ask you something?"

Poe glanced over at her. She was staring at the sky.

"Uh sure," He says.

Amara glanced at him and asks, "Do you think we are where we are because of who our parents are?"

Poe glanced from her to his droid. He patted the top of BB-8. He knew his mom fought with General Organa. He knew his parents fought for freedom under the Empire. He knew his mother died giving her life in order to protect General Organa.

Poe shrugs, "Maybe." He says, "It could be DNA, I guess. Or some unknown cause in the universe, like destiny claiming we are who we are only because of our parents."

Amara glanced at him and shrugs, "I don't know if I believe that."

Poe couldn't help but grin, "Hey, you asked."

Amara laughed a little, "I know." She then looked at the sky, "It's just, I always wondered what I'd be doing if I wasn't the daughter of General Organa. What I would be doing right now?"

Poe shrugs, "I don't have the answer for you," He says, "But I can say, you didn't have to join the Resistance. You could've followed a different path, and yet you're here."

Amara glanced at him, "Guess it's DNA." She says.

{THE FORCE AWAKENS}

INSIDE HER quarters, Amara sat on her bed. She crossed her legs and then took in a deep breathe before closing her eyes.

This wasn't her first attempt at mediation. She was told a lot about it by her uncle and her mother. Jedi did it a lot. Amara was always curious about it, but could never seem to figure it out completely. After closing her eyes and trying to just focus on her breathing, but after a few moments Amara groans and lays on her bed. Patients was never her strong suit. She stares at the ceiling. As she stares at the ceiling she just gets herself lost in her thoughts, which is something she always seems to find herself doing when she is alone. She thinks back when she was fourteen. She thinks back to a visit that changed her family from that point forward. A visit that proved her brother, her big brother, was Force sensitive.

"So Uncle Luke wants me to go to his Jedi temple to train," Said Ben Solo.

Amara and Ben were sitting at their favorite spot, it was a wooden area far from their home and near a lake. They'd go there all the time as children. To swim, to play, to run around, to escape.

The fourteen year old Amara looks at her twenty-three year old brother. He had shown promise before, Luke had taken notice but knew it would be best for Ben to be trained.

"That's cool," Amara says, "To study the ways of the Jedi. Like our grandfather."

Ben nods with a big smile, "I am so excited, Amara. I- I cannot believe it."

Amara had a sad smile, "I guess the Jedi in the family runs stronger in the men than women." Amara says.

Ben turns to his sister. He sees the frown now appearing on her face. He knew she was excited for him, much like he is, but he also knew how envious she was of it.

Ben placed a hand on her shoulder, "Come on now, Amara." He tries to lighten her up, "Don't act like that."

Amara turns to him, "Ben," She says, "I'm not like them."

"Sure you are," He encourages.

Amara shakes her head, "No, I'm not. You and uncle share a connection to something I cannot feel." She says.

"Give it time," He assures her.

Amara shakes her head again, "It's not gonna happen, Ben."

Ben frowns, "Amara." He says.

"I'm not Force sensitive," She says, "I'm not gonna be a Jedi."

Ben and Amara sat there, staring at the lake in front of them, silence. Ben glanced from the water to his sister. She crossed her arms on her chest frowning. Ben looks from the water to his sister.

"Maybe you won't be a Jedi," Ben says, "But, you can be anything you set your mind to. You can be a pilot like our father or a leader like our mother."

Amara looks at him.

"Or you can forget what is expected of us," Ben says, "And be whoever you want to be."

Amara looks at her brother with a small smile. She reached over and hugged him. He held onto her tightly.

"Promise me," Amara says, "You'll come back."

Ben feels Amara letting go of him. She looks at her brother.

"I- I want you to go, Ben," She says, "Even though I don't want you to go either."

His eyes narrows.

"I want you to become an amazing Jedi," Amara says, "But I don't want to be alone."

The two were often left alone, left to themselves throughout their childhood. Sometimes with a form of nanny or even being brought to "work" for their mother. However, most of the time the two Solo children were spent with each other.

Ben placed a hand on her shoulder, "I'll never leave you alone, Amara." He says, "And I'll come back. I promise." He says smiling.

Amara blinked.

She was back in her quarters, staring at the ceiling. She remembered what happened after that conversation that day quite well. Ben left. He left for his Jedi training with their uncle. He was gone for a year and then, he was dead. Amara was alone.

"You broke your promise, Ben." Amara says as she rolled over on her bed.

{THE FORCE AWAKENS}

A WHISPER was what got Amara's attention. Or at least that's what she thought she heard. She was laying on her bed in her quarters. It was late. She heard it again. Someone or something calling for her. She sat up in her bed.

"Someone there?" Amara asks.

She walks to her door. It slides open and she leans her head out, seeing no one in the empty hallway. Amara went to turn back around when she caught the feeling again. The calling. Amara's eyes dart around. What was calling for her. Amara reached for her jacket and holster with her blaster in it, and ventured out of her quarters. It was lights out for most, expect those on guard duty. Amara walked through the halls on guard as she was lured through the hallway. Hearing small whispers and feeling something.

She turned corner after corner, walked down hall after hall, and somehow ended up outside of the base. She stood barefoot in the grass. She felt the wind blow against her face. Amara was now standing under the starry night, wondering where the voices where coming from. Was she going crazy? Has she lost her mind?

"Amara,"

The voice called out.

"B- Ben?" Amara spoke.

And then suddenly Amara was hit with a wave of anger and pain. She collapsed onto the ground, her knees hitting the ground first and then her hands. Amara glanced around. No one was around. But how was that possible? How could she be feeling and hearing this if no one was around? Amara had a weird thought.

"Wha- What is happening?" Amara lifted her hands up to look at them.

Amara looked worried. She moved from the position she was in to sit in the dirt. Running her hands over her face, Amara tried to make sense of this.

"Am I going crazy?" Amara asks.

Amara exhaled a sigh and then closed her eyes.

She saw flashes. Flashes of lights and images thrown at her too fast to keep track. She saw a red flashing light. Sparks. She heard screams. She felt the pain. She saw troopers blasting homes. Blasting people. Blood everywhere. But she also felt something familiar, or rather someone familiar. Amara squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them. She threw herself back, crawling backwards in disbelief of what she saw. What little she saw but what she saw. Amara was panting, eyes widen with pure shock.

"I was right," Spoke none other than Amara's mother.

Amara turned to look up. There she was, General Organa, standing there. Amara swallowed the nerves of the images she saw and then turned to her mother.

"Wh- What was that?" Amara asks.

She watched her mother walk over to her and then motioned for her to stand up. Amara gathering all her strength to do so, got up in front of her mother.

"It was what you thought you lacked, Amara." Leia says, "Looks like you are Force sensitive after all."

Amara looked at her hands and then closed them, "How is that possible, mom? Uncle Luke said-,"

Leia shakes her head, "My brother said a lot of things," She says, "It's good we've discovered this now. You'll need a teacher and I've just sent Poe to get the map that leads to him."

Amara frowns. Poe was not here. He was on a mission. That was probably why he was in his flight suit before, he was about to embark on a mission and decided not to tell Amara. A sudden realization hit Amara.

"You sent him to Jakku, right?" Amara asks as her eyes land on her mother.

Leia frowns, "I did not release that information for you," She says.

"I- I don't know how I know, but I know he's there." Amara says, "Mom, we need to go to Jakku right now."

Leia looks at her daughter. A little worried. Sure, Amara does look a bit spooked and overwhelmed.

Amara looks at her mom, "I- I think Poe might be in danger."

Amara's vision or whatever started to become clear. The fuzzy flashes started to clear in her head. And everything was starting to make sense to her. It wasn't just a quick flashes of light. It was events that was either about to happen or already happened.

The images of a red lightsaber mauling down a man, a man Amara faintly recognizes. Stormtroopers firing their weapons at sand homes at the people. Poe, she thinks, yes Poe running toward his X-Wing with BB-8. Poe handing something to BB-8, before turning back to the village. The Stormtroopers grabbing Poe and grabbing him to the man with the lightsaber. The man being Kylo Ren.

Leia looks at her daughter in utter confusion, "He's fine, dear."

Amara shakes her head, "The First Order has him," She says.

Leia pauses and looks at her more seriously.

"Kylo Ren has him," Amara says.

{THE FORCE AWAKENS}

THEY MOVED through the base quickly, waking up the important people. Leia was leading the way with Amara quickly behind. The two women entered the command room first, with the other Resistance leaders behind them. At this point, everyone was dressed in their clothes, despite it being beyond late at night. Many of the officials were not pleased to be awaken from their rest because of some "vision" from the General's daughter.

"I'm sorry, General Organa, but you woke us up because your daughter had a vision?" A commander asks.

Leia turns to the commander, "My daughter's vision is worth being concerned." She turns to Lieutenant Connix, "Any word from Commander Dameron?"

Lieutenant Connix looks at Leia and shakes her head, "He has missed his check in." She says.

Leia's eyes turned to her daughter. It appears Amara's worry was worth noted, but how far ahead were the First Order? Did they have the map?

"What do we do, General?" Asked another commander.

Leia looks from her daughter to her Resistance, "We'll send two starfighters," She says, "Low profile to scout the area for Commander Dameron and his BB unit."

Amara seemed to loose track of everything. Things were happening so quickly around her. People running out. People running around. People unsure what was going on. Amara closed her eyes again. Sensing something again. She took in a deep breathe and then exhaled.

Amara opens her eyes, but she is no longer inside the Resistance base. No, she was inside a Star Destroyer hangar. She sees TIE fighters, troopers, and so on. She heard the sound of grunting, her head turns and sees him. Poe Dameron. He is shackled and being ushered from the transport through the hangar. He is being held by two troopers.

"Poe," Amara says.

Poe stops. Amara felt it was as if he had heard her, but there was no way of knowing that. Amara ran over to them, she sees his expression. He is awed by the imposing space. But then is forcefully shoved yet again.

"Alright, alright!" Poe yells.