AWAKEN

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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."