'We can keep in contact with members of the Resistance across the galaxy from here. The scanners you installed years ago still work, but we had to replace the generators you installed. They were completely drained.'

'You can blame the Jedi Council for that.'

Padme glanced around the control room after Sol's scoffed words. She had spent the day showing Sol around the Resistance's base after Sol and Ahsoka had a day's rest after their arrival. It wasn't like Sol didn't know where she was going, because her clone legion had been the ones to create the hidden base. But it didn't hurt to have a refresher, and Padme had brought Sol to the main control room where men and women of all species sat watching screens and listening to tapped transmissions.

'Look, Sol,' Padme turned to her friend who stepped to be in the corner of the room. 'No one here knows about your Jedi status. If they do, they don't know the extent of your abilities nor your history with the Jedi Order. To be safe, I recommend that you keep your presence here on the downlow.'

'Ahsoka told me this already,' Sol said but was still confused. 'But why? Does everyone know that Ahsoka is a Jedi? Why do I have to keep quiet?'

'Because if word starts spreading about you being hunted by Darth Vader, some might start questioning the safety of everyone on this base. And if someone found out about your association with Vader, then things could get ugly.'

Sol looked away from Padme and eyed the other people in the room. Hummanoids and neighbouring species stared at screens and rose from their chairs to check other screens. Surely these people were only in the Resistance to defeat the Empire and didn't care about one Jedi's friendlieness with Anakin Skywalker. There was no way that anyone would find out who Darth Vader really was, much less Sol's relationship to him. They had kept the secret all throughout their time with the Order, and Sol had continued to hide it up until now. To have such caution seemed silly, but when Sol turned back to Padme and saw her downturn lips and solid eyes, she pondered the possibility that she may be wrong to question it.

'I'm sure they'll find out you're a Jedi soon enough, but let's keep it under wraps for now, okay?' Padme said and Sol nodded after some reluctancy.

'So...' Sol exhaled with her words and stuffed her gloved hands into her coat pockets. 'Why Hoth?'

Sol and Padme left the control room to head down the halls of ice. Just like before, Sol saw the solid structure of the surrounding walls and was impressed with how well the base had remained during its abandonment. The Jedi never returned to Hoth despite its hidden and useful location at the end of the known galaxy. It had frustrated Sol to see all the hard work that the 336th legion had put into the base to then just be left unattended for years. But when Order 66 happened, no one was left to ever return to the planet, and its the awareness of its existence faded with all the other past accomplishments of the Jedi Order. 

'It's on the Outer-Rim and it had an established base,' Padme shrugged to Sol's question. 'Mothma said it was prime location to work from, and the Empire would never suspect that the rebellion would be based on a frozen wasteland.'

'And you came here from Naboo? Was this after Vader confronted you in your office?' 

'Yes. Ahsoka and Revan got me off the planet without being seen, and we've been setting up here ever since. The Resistance is growing and we're working to establish a presence in most systems.'

Revan. Sol had wandered about her cousin ever since she arrived at the base. She thought about how Revan would have worked with the rebellion and fought alongside Ahsoka as some of the last remaining Jedi in the galaxy. She could see how he would have contributed with his light humour all while being a fierce warrior against the Empire. It made her question why he disappeared if her suspicions of Revan leaving the rebellion on his own accord were true. The rebellion seemed like a good cause, and Revan had watched the Republic fall and the evil Empire rise. It was only normal to assume that Revan would want to support the Resistance and its aim. So, why had he left?

'Dorme and Typho are on Aldeeran with Bail Organa,' Padme continued to talk while oblivious to Sol distancing in thought. 'He agreed to protect them. Organa is working with Mon Mothma as leaders of the rebellion.'

'So sorry to interrupt, M'Lady,' C3-PO appeared in the corridor and the women stopped in their slow walk around the base. Sol jumped out of her thoughts of Revan and looked at the golden droid who was still unaware of her relevancy in relation to him. In the chilled hallway, Padme faced her trusted droid while Sol stood behind her with her attention over the senator's shoulder. 

'An unknown ship has just docked in the hanger. Artoo informed me to come and alert you.'

Padme's eyebrows rose and Sol's relaxed shoulders squared in alert. She searched the Force and looked past the pink flame in front of her to find any obnormalities in her proximity. Small flames occupied the realm, and she reached the hanger but saw nothing familiar or suspicious. She couldn't see Ahsoka, as she was hiding her signature just as Sol and Obi-wan were. The only presence that Sol sensed were the people that she was yet to meet in the icy base, and they blended into the Force as nothing out of the ordinary to the Jedi. 

Sol and Padme arrived at the hanger with C3-PO leading the way. The high ceiling made it so that the loud chatter that came from a large crowd echoed and blared in the ears of the newcomers. The group formed next to a ship that was diamond-shaped with the cockpit placed on its front tip. A landing ramp was dispatched but the ship's inhabitants were assumed to be in the middle of the growing crowd. 

'He's back, he's back!' someone cried as they rushed past Padme and Sol, who were unaware of who was causing all the excitement.

Standing on their toes, Padme and Sol tried to see over the heads of people. They had stopped at the edge of the cluster of orange jumpsuits and white snow gear, but the act of looking from their height was futile. Once the two women realised they would never be able to see from their position, so they began working their way through to the crowd's centre. C3-PO stayed on the outskirts and was joined by R2, who was bouncing with the same excitement.

'What has gotten into you, Artoo?' he asked the droid, and a series of beeps sounded from the blue and silver robot. A gasp sounded from C3-PO and if he had eyelids, they would have sprung open in shock.

'Oh my! At last!'

With jabbing elbows and mumbled 'excuse me's, Sol and Padme stayed close as they worked towards the crowd's centre. Most looked down and shifted to the side to allow the senator through, while Sol found it difficult to gain some acknowledgement. She had enough rude shoves and boots on her toes for her to want to cry out for everyone to move out of her way in frustration. But she remembered Padme and Ahsoka's warning to keep her presence at the base on a low note, and continued to follow Padme's small figure with her teeth sunken into her tongue.

Eventually, Sol and Padme reached the last layer of the crowd. A familiar white and blue striped lekku came into view and at the group's parting, Ahsoka's head turned to grin down at Padme and Sol's appearance. Her white teeth were on display as her lips were pulled back into her cheeks, and Ahsoka looked ecstatic at the arrival of the two people who descended from the unknown ship. 

'Finally!' Ahsoka cheered and stepped to the side to allow Padme and Sol to see who it was that was being greeted with such happiness.

Sol and Padme collectively gasped. In the middle of the crowd was Revan Shan and a blonde-haired woman. The woman stuck close to the man's side but notably held a yellow Mandalorian helmet underneath her armoured arm of the same colour. While the woman smiled shyly, Revan grinned at his fellow Resistance members and accepted handshakes and greetings with glowing eyes. 

Sol noticed how his jet-black hair was now long enough to be in a half-pulled through bun at the back of his head. He still wore the grey that Sol had always seen him in, but his attire consisted of a coat with his utility belt around its waist. The sleeves had been tucked into some black gloves that reached his elbows and some grey armour sat over his shoulders. Rather than just one silver cylinder being clasped to his belt, there were now two that awaited at his hips

'It's good to see you, Revan,' Padme sounded over the noise and the man himself turned from the pilot that he had been laughing with.

'Good to see you, too, Padme-'

Revan paused in his reply as his eyes moved to the woman beside the Resistance captain. His dark eyes widened and his lips parted at the sight of the brunette. She stood in the same Jedi robes that he hadn't seen her in since Mustafar, and the ends of her her hair skimmed her shoulders. No matter the finer details, Revan recognised his cousin immediately.

'Sol...'

'Hi, Revan.' 

Revan stepped away from the blonde woman in yellow Mandalorian armour. He grabbed Sol out of the crowd and embraced her, catching her by surprise. The wind was knocked out of her chest and she choked out another word that was lost in the impact. She barely had the time to let her arms touch his middle, as Revan pulled away and grabbed her shoulders. He lowered down to her level and looked closely at her face with his grin yet to leave his lips.

'What are you doing here?! Shouldn't you be with-'

'Revan! It's so nice to have you back!' Padme stepped in and made the man turn to the senator. He looked confused as to why Padme would greet him a second time, but when he saw the stern look on her face, Revan realised that he was about to reveal a big portion of Sol's history to the surrounding Resistance.

'Ah... um,' he pulled his hands off of Sol's shoulders and returned to his normal height. 'Good to see your well, Sol. H-How are the kids?'

'They're good, not that you've seen them since their infancy.' 

'Right!' Revan winced at the sharpness in Sol's voice and the glare growing on her face. He knew that he had upset his cousin with his lack of contact, but the reasoning for his missing status in the rebellion remained standing behind him.

'About that-' he turned to grab the Mandalorian armoued wrist of the woman and pulled her to his side. 'This is Serrina, my wife.'

'Your wife?!' Padme, Ahsoka and Sol exclaimed in unison.

---

'So, you're telling us, that you went from Mon Calamari to Concordia to marry your long-distance girlfriend, and have been living with the Mandalorians ever since? Didn't you think, at least once, that you should have told us all of this?'

'And you neglected to come to even one of the twins' birthdays?'

'I was there for the main one, wasn't I?'

'Their birth, you mean?!' 

Revan was sat with Sol, Ahsoka, Padme and Serrina, the Mandalorian, at a table in the dining hall. The table was made of aluminum, making it adaptable in the four walls of ice. The chairs were made of the same material and were occupied by other members of the rebellion as well as the group of Jedi, the senator and the lonesome Mandalorian.

While others ate with their fellow members, the table that was getting the most heated was absent of meals. Revan was being interrogated by the women opposite him, while the woman he claimed to be his wife sat with her arms around the helmet in her lap. She neglected to say much during the interrogation, as it was evident that Revan had left a great deal behind that he was yet to tell her about.

'Look, I'm sorry for not contacting anyone, but I was actually starting a life away from all of this,' Revan looked mainly at Padme and Ahsoka when he spoke, but turned to Sol for his last addition. 'And I'm sorry for not visiting Sol, but if I made an appearance, Ahsoka would have been questioning why I was seeing you and not returning to base.' 

Sol shifted her gaze from her cousin to the woman next to him. She had dark eyes but light hair, and her skin appeared to be working at fading the freckles that littered her nose and cheeks. Perhaps at a young age, the freckles had flourished, but the woman's face had matured and was working towards an older complexion. She was pretty with her oval face and thin lips, but the blaster on her belt and the yellow armour that consisted of shoulder pads, a chest plate, forearm covers, and thigh pads were evidence that this woman was lethal.

'Sorry that we're doing this in front of you, Serrina,' Sol decided to say, and the named Mandalorian perked up in her seat. 'But we're just a little bit confused.' 

'Oh, it's okay. Revan did tell me that he had family on the Outer-Rim, but I wasn't aware that he was a part of the Resistance until recently,' Serrina shrugged. 'We met when he came to Concordia to search for his parents. When we married, we settled and have been together ever since. It wasn't until Revan said that he needed to tie up some loose ends that I decided to join him on his trip here. You said you had a feeling, right?'

Serrina turned to her husband who was watching her from the side. A smile played on his lips and at meeting her eye, he beamed at her and she beamed back. Padme, Ahsoka and Sol all noticed the look in the couple's eyes and didn't doubt that the two were bonded in love. But at hearing Serrina's last comment, Ahsoka and Sol looked to Revan inquisitively.

'You had a feeling?' Ahsoka asked. 'What feeling?' 

'I sensed some trouble through the Force. I also sensed a certain signature that I haven't seen in a long time,' Revan said, and looked to Sol when he mentioned a Force signature. Sol swallowed and realised that the revealing of her Force signature had been felt by more than just the man she had been drawing away from Tatooine.

'Hence my turn to question; why are you here, Sol?' 

She looked down at the tabletop before glancing up to see the attention of the table was on her. Ahsoka and Padme already knew the story, but Revan and Serrina, who knew little about her husband's cousin, were curious to her presence at the rebellion's base on Hoth. Sol was unsure whether she should explain herself in front of Revan's wife, as she didn't know her well enough to trust her to that point. There was a similar synopsis from Padme, who eyed the Mandalorian from across the table.

The Mandalorians were loyal to their faith, which was similar to that of the Jedi. But they sold their skills out as guns-for-hire, meaning they were feared bounty hunters. Their allegiance was never set to a specific organisation, unless they left their Mandalorian faith to operate on their own. But that didn't mean that a Mandalorian always valued the good. If a job paid enough, Mandalorians would assasinate anyone; good or bad. So, when discussing Sol's value to the Empire, she was hesitant in the presence of Serrina. 

'Just... helping the cause,' Sol said, her arms crossed over her chest and the shrug of her shoulders signifying nonchalance. Revan eyed her but didn't ask her to elaborate, and Serrina was none the wiser to Sol's history. 

--- 

After years, Sol decided that she would meditate. She was given private quarters at the base and Sol was sat on top of the insulated blankets with her legs crossed. Her hands laid on her kneecaps and her eyes were closed. The realm of the Force became the only thing she could see and after sifting through the Force signatures at the base, Sol had ventured out into the snowy wilderness.

There weren't many things that could survive out in the constant cold. There were Wampas who ate whatever they could find, and sheltered in caves in the moutain sides and underneath the snow. There were Tauntauns, which were like Eopies but quicker in travel and could withstand the cold with their thick fur coats. 

Smaller creatures burrowed throughout the planet and Sol had little to see in the Force. But with her mind at peace and her thoughts calm, she took the time to strengthen her connection and work on replenishing her links with the Force that she had weakened by neglecting its call. 

'Your attunement to the Force is still strong.' 

Sol opened her eyes at the voice that sounded distant. She thought she would see the glow that usually accompanited the voice's figure, but she saw nothing but the icy walls of her quarters. With an arched brow, Sol closed her eyes again and reentered the Force.

'I cannot appear to you. Your signature is still shielded, so I can only connect with you in the Force realm.' 

'Satele. It's been a long time,' Sol said aloud, but it travelled into the realm that she could see behind her eyelids.

'It has. I have not needed to contact you. You and your children have not been in any danger until now.'

Gone were the days of excitement and anticipation when Satele Shan came to Sol as a Force ghost. She used to yearn for the knowledge of her heritage all while having glimpses into the past and future. Sol admired Satele and her history that she had read about in the Jedi Temple library was extensive. But the last time she had been visited by the Force ghost was just before the clones turned on the Jedi and massacred them within the temple walls. All Sol could then associate Satele with, were the dark times that she claimed she was guiding Sol through to her destiny. 

'The dreams have been nice,' Sol said, referring to the few sleeps she had where she was able to relive her time with Anakin. 'Was that you?'

'It was. They were essential to your journey.'

'To keep living?'

'To remember what is light, and what now isn't.' 

Sol wanted to fall into the images of Anakin. The dreams of their private spars and love-filled moments helped her through the grief. And when Luke and Leia came along, she saw the same smile and behaviour in them that their father once had. The dreams were a reminder of how Luke and Leia came to be, and what they could become if they stayed with the light.

'What is it? What's coming?' Sol asked Satele's unseen ghost.

'Someone is trying to contact you through the Force.' 

'Anakin?'

'Your revealed presence has caused a riff. He reaches out through the bond that only you two have. He calls for you as you did when you had your children.' 

She felt ashamed to know that Satele had heard Sol's desperate plea. The pain and agony of giving birth had weakened Sol to the point of needing the person who used to support her and protect her. If she had been in her right mind, Sol would have never called out to Anakin through the Force. It was foolish, but it couldn't be helped, and Sol had lived with Obi-wan and the twins peacefully afterwards. It didn't seem to affect anything, but by Satele's appearance, it seems to have enlightened Vader to the old channel of communication.

'He heard you then. Now, he is calling to you. I have prevented him from reaching you-' 

'Why? Why would you do that?'

Sol was offended. Vader was calling to her, but it would be in Anakin's voice. It would be in his smooth words that she dreamed about, and nothing would bless her ears more than to hear his tones again. She thought that the connection they had in the Force had been broken when he turned to the dark side, but he was calling to her, and Satele was preventing it. Sol was desperate to hear him, even if she would attempt to ignore it and act as if it hadn't reached her. 

'Sol, you must remember that you are the light. You cannot fall into the grasps of the dark from your desires for comfort. You and your children are at stake.' 

The Jedi Master had never lost her naivety and innocence. She overlooked the bad to find the slither of good, and it was part of what led to Anakin's downfall. If Sol gave into what she so badly wanted, she would reveal herself to Vader and fall into his arms without thinking about what would be at risk. Just like the younglings of the Jedi were told, the lightest were the easiest to corrupt.

'There is more to be done. Not without loss and not without change, but Sol, your destiny is nearing its fulfilment. Your guidance is central to everything and everyone, and you must stay true to yourself.

He is coming, and the darkness he brings is thick.'