escape from bunks, small enclosed spaces, and the
smell of the Rebel hideout was welcomed in Major
Passik's eyes. She had decided to attend Commander
Xergo's wedding because of her husband. The plea he
sent out to the Rebels when she was captured had
captivated her. Those two people *loved* each other.
She was glad to see that they were getting a happy
ending, even though it could be short lived in this
day and age. Normally nihilistic, Dillon had helped
her to understand *why* people still tried during
war times. Yes, Mug Zoran could have died the very
next day, but at least he'd had moments of happiness
with his wife.
seen commercials for this garbage. I didn't realize
it was going to be this good." Elayne commented as
she brought a scope of Zarcus' Extra Passionate
Passion Fruit to her lips. She wasn't a woman who
cared too much for sweets, but even she had to
recognize that the Auntie Mae franchise had it
right. The parlor was newly opened in the growing
downtown area of New Aldera. She had seen the
commercials so many times that she wanted to try it.
Of course, like the wedding, she had roped Dillon
into coming with her. "How's yours? Let's trade."
She said, offering him the small bowl of ice cream.
The Major was in a pleasant mood. They'd been given
a room inside of a house to sleep. No one had bumped
their heads this morning. The temperature was just
right. Oh...and the mattress was like sleeping on a
million angels. Elayne felt sharper than ever
No trip to the
bustling settlement of New Aldera was complete
without a trip to Auntie Mae's. For his flavor he
had selected one of the classic flavors ... Rum
Raeni. "I have to admit ... it's *very* good," he
said, as he pushed the bowl forward towards her.
"It's peaceful here. Fresh air. Ample spaces. Hot
water on demand," he said, as he suddenly felt like
he was out of the war. "It was a nice wedding, at
least until his drunk cousin showed up," he said,
before digging his spoon into her Zarcus' Extra
Passionate Passion Fruit. "So good," he mumbled
through a mouthful of ice cream. "Maybe we could
live here after the war..." he suggested, as he had
no desire to return to Fest after all the horrors he
had endured there.
She took the
spoon from his bowl and gave Rum Raeni a try. It was
good too! She thought she might need to copy him
next time they had a chance to visit the Commander.
"Hot water on demand." She said with a sigh. They
could take *long* showers without having them turn
icy cold. "Yes, that guy seemed like a total
failure. I thought about kicking him." She flashed
Dillon a smile. It would have hurt much more with
her metal legs. She took another bite of his ice
cream. "I can tell why everyone is addicted to this
stuff. It's some good shit." She turned in her seat
to look out of the expansive front window of Auntie
Mae's. His suggestion shocked her. Elayne had her
mind so muddled in war that she hadn't thought about
what came *after*. She worried that her mind would
crack and break as soon as she wasn't fighting and
numbing herself. As she passed his ice cream back to
him, she let her fingers brush over his hand. "I'd
like that. There's plenty of real estate. It's so
fresh here. Shit knows I ain't going back to Polis
Massa after the war. Where were you located before
all of this?"
memory lane was difficult when the memories were so
painful. "I'm from Fest," Dillon said, the very
mention of the planet should have carried weight due
to its early role in the Rebellion and the punitive
strikes it endured. "In those early days we all
thought we were such hot shit," he said, before
taking another spoonful of ice cream. "But the truth
is we didn't know anything. We were just a glorified
planetary security force ... we had no business
doing battle with the Empire," he explained to her,
with bitterness and resentment. "Most of the people
I flew with back then are gone now. I have no desire
to return and rebuild. The memories are still raw,"
he reasoned with her, as he played with the ice
cream in the bowl rather than ate it.
repeated. All he needed to do was say one word. Fest
had suffered between the civil war amongst its
inhabitants and the war against Mantooine. It wasn't
a planet she had ever stepped foot on. It was now an
Imperial mess. She felt sad for Dillon. She also
felt connected to him. He had endured so much.
Elayne left her hand on his. "That's a mistake more
planets that just Fest made. I'm sorry, Dillon. You
carry those people's lives on your back and you're
doing them justice." She had no idea who would win
this war. The Empire was an expansive enemy with
infinite resources. She didn't want him to feel
down. Since neither pilot was interested in their
ice cream anymore, she chucked what was left in her
bowl and stood. "Why don't we go look around and
find a place we can build *up*?" She offered him her
"It won't look
like a layer cake will it?" Dillon asked her, as he
finished the last bit of ice cream and rose back to
his feet, taking her hand. "Sure. Lead on," he said
to her, as they cleared out of Auntie Mae's where a
considerable line had formed. "Do you have any
nieces of nephews? Are you an Auntie Elayne?" he
asked her, as he moved forward down the main street
of New Aldera. He was really beginning to imagine
him and Elayne moving into a home here, far from the
turmoil that seemed to constantly soak up the rest
of the galaxy.
"I was imagining a gigantic loth-cat house. I don't
like sweets nearly as much as Xergo's little girl."
Elayne played with him. New Alderaan was shaping up
nicely. It had been some time since she had visited.
Last time, she passed out drunk on Mug's couch after
bringing his wife home. This time felt like a
vacation. She was headed towards the residential
area, but she was taking her time. She browsed the
new shops and restaurants while beginning to open up
to Dillon about her life. Her head shook, blue hair
moving with it. "Not that I'm aware of. I left my
mother on Polis Massa when I was fourteen. I had no
other siblings at that time. My father was some
bastard junkie. My mom wasn't horrible or anything.
She forgot to take her pill and viola, there was an
Elayne. Amazing how that works, hm?" Neglect had
given her a chance to fall in love with the stars.
She became an adrenaline junkie from that first time
in a cockpit. "What about you? Is there any family
left I should worry about meeting? I don't really
have the right mouth to go makin' myself prim and
proper for good impressions sake."
"I don't think
*anyone* likes sweets as much as Xergo's daughter.
That's sure to be a health crisis later in life,"
Dillon replied, in a rather tasteless joke. "You
left home early," he pointed out, as he had stayed
in the nest perhaps longer than he should have. "No.
You're off the hook in that regard. I was an only
child, and my parents did not last long during the
resistance on Fest," he informed her, with some
sadness. "Don't worry about anyone else. You've made
a good impression with me," he told her, as he
brought his arm around her, drawing her near to him.
He lowered his head and placed a quick kiss upon her
lips. Never did he suspect their attendance at the
Zoran/Xergo wedding result in them hosuehunting.
laughed. She had watched Xergo's daughter eat her
weight in cake at the wedding. Elayne had kept an
eye on her, silently placing bets with herself on
how long it would be before the child vomited cake
all over the place. It seemed as though they were
both loners. He had nothing left either. She neared
him. She was sorry for all of his losses. He was a
good person. She wished she could have trapped all
the people who were special to him in a bubble to
save them. Elayne stopped walking to share a quick
kiss with him. If she died tomorrow, Dillon's kisses
left her with a lifetime of happiness. She was glad
he had decided to come with her. The conversations
they were having were difficult, but necessary. She
continued on until they were in the residential area
where houses had been put up. Many were still empty.
"What do you want to do after the war, Dillon? Let's
say we live in a perfect world. The Rebels actually
manage to win this thing. Then what?"
Dillon began, unsure of how to broach the subject
with her. "I'd like to be a father. I lost my
family, so I would like to start a new one," he
informed her, with a nod of his head. "As for work I
think I'd like to continue flying. In what capacity
I don't know, but I couldn't see myself doing
anything that didn't involve sitting in a cockpit,"
he informed her, as he genuinely loved to fly. "How
about you?" he asked her, as he brought his hand up
to the side of her face, to brush away a loose
strand of blue hair. "You almost have the same shade
of blue as the Squibs from the wedding," he teased
her, before lowering his hand.
This was the
first time Elayne had looked at the 'after' life
with any sort of positives in her life. The thought
of making Dillon a father and becoming a mother at
his side was appealing. The young Callista Nilar had
been so kind to them at the wedding. It was
impossible to be around her and not wonder 'what
if..?' She didn't broach the subject of a family at
first. Instead, she nodded her head. "Flying is
essential. It would be strange to not have that in
my life. You get it. It would just be nice to fly
without lots of bastards trying to shoot me up." She
made a face when he compared her hair to the Squibs.
"Awwww. That's the most romantic thing you've ever
said to me." Elayne winked. "You're just upset
because you couldn't get all the Squib hair off of
you clothes after one of them hugged you."
She stopped in
front of a home that was still being actively built.
She leaned her head to rest it on his shoulder. "I
want a family too." She told him, avoiding eye
contact. "I'm also scared by the proposition.
You...I can tell you'd make a great father. Me? I
don't know. I have PTSD. Sometimes it's like there's
dynamite shoved deep down in the middle of my
noggin', and it goes off and I lose myself. What
kind of mother could I be other than terrible? And
then there's these legs... I mean, at least my feet
won't get swollen when I'm pregnant. Instead of
asking you to tie my shoes when I'm too large to
reach them, I could just wear boots twenty-four
seven." Elayne began exposing the more darker parts
of herself to him. If he wanted to hang around...if
he wanted to have a family with her...then he
deserved to know who she was.
told him nearly broke his heart, and he allowed
himself to shed a tear for her a they stood in the
street. "Elayne ... you'll make a wonderful mother.
So far I've seen you excel at everything you've put
your mind to," he told her, as he would not allow
her to sell herself short. "There's nothing in the
guide to being a mother that says you cannot have
cybernetic attachments," he told her, as he
continued to bolster her. "There's no one in the
galaxy I would rather raise a child with than you.
So unless you'll agree, I guess I'll never get to
fulfill my dream of being a father," he said, before
looking down sadly, sliding his hands into his
pockets, and kicking some rocks. It was not quite
the Rodney pout that had been on full display at the
wedding, but the Hobbes mope sure could be
The Major was
touched. She had so much self doubt inside of her
that had lingered on since the Rebels liberated her
two and half years ago. She had begun therapy when
she first arrived back, quit it, then tried
restarting a year later. It simply didn't seem to
help. She had animosity for her lost legs and
believed that it would ruin her life until *now*.
Her eyes were becoming so hot that tears escaped
from them. She quickly wiped them away. The Hobbes
mope was, indeed effective. She had watched him
passionately talk about wanting to be a father, then
she took the possibility and stomped on it. If there
was someone who would keep her from flying off the
deep end and messing up as a parent, it was Dillon.
her arms around his neck. "Oh, come here..." She
kissed his forehead. "I'll make you a father,
Dillon. Win this stupid war and you can knock me up
as many times as you want." She kissed him on the
lips. The aspect of becoming a mother was a lot less
terrifying when considering that he would be there.
"You'll fulfill your dream. The question is, is
*there* where you want to fulfill it?" She pointed
towards a house that was nearly as blue as her hair
with a cute white trim. She didn't know if they'd
ever live there but she sure liked the fantasy of
Elayne. Now was that so hard?" Dillon asked her, as
he gratefully accepted her kiss. He turned as she
motioned towards the blue house, and smiled at it,
before looking back towards her. "I think it was
meant to be," he told her, before taking her by the
hand and beginning to lead her towards their new
house. "Well we're going to be property owners," he
told her, as he squeezed her hand, once they arrived
at the exterior of the house. He could already hear
the sound of a child's laughter. This was going to
be their forever home.
exclaimed with a smile on her face. They were
planning a future. In the back of her mind, she
wondered if they were jinxing each other. She had a
mindset where she lived day by day and didn't look
much past tomorrow. Now, she was considering what
could happen years from now. Children. A husband. A
home. Somewhere she belonged. "That's just as
serious as going steady." Elayne commented with a
playful snort. Together, they entered their dream
home for the very first time. She stood in the
foyer, immediately struck by emotion. She was
transported to a world where the 'what ifs' had come
true. Dillon was standing in the living room with a
child hoisted up into the air, playing a starship
game together. She even saw herself smiling like
never before. Elayne's heart skipped a beat. This
was it. This was home. "I've always wanted a blue
house." She told him, placing a hand on the wall for
support. This was made to be their forever home.