The map was displayed proudly across the air space of the main operations room. Poe, my mother and I were stood by the droids projecting it, a proud smile playing across my face as the rebels surrounding us cheered in celebration. As Poe wandered over to a group of pilots, I glanced over at my mother, who also had a small smile on her face, though I could see through her happiness and see that deep down she was like me; glad for the map but still missing my father.

I guess Han Solo was different things for both of us. For me, he was my father, he was my hero and he was someone I grew up looking up to. As a kid, my father travelled a lot for work, but yet so did my mother, so I learnt a sense of independence from both of them, though as my mother taught me pride, politics and how to become a strong leader, my father taught me to fight, rebel and survive. Then there was Uncle Luke, who taught me serenity and how to work with the force. The three of them, as well as Chewie and the droids, shaped me into being the person I am, there were my guardians, and without them I would have been lost, especially without my father who was the only one who taught me in passion whilst Mum and Luke taught me in knowledge.

To my mother, Han Solo was the scoundrel smuggler who helped rescue her off the Death Star and although she loved him, he was also a pain in the ass. They loved each other fearcely, that was one thing I knew as a kid. My father needed my mother for her calmness but also her devotion to her work in the rebellion, whilst my mother needed my father to ground her but also to help her rebel. They were always better as a pair.

They were better as a pair, just like Poe and myself. Whilst my mother and father didn't grow up together like Poe and I did, they grew together through the rebellion, and both my mother and I had learnt to rely on the other half of our pair, considering Poe and Han as our missing pieces. Poe and I had always thought that we brought out the best in each other, I made him want to be a better pilot and he made me want to be a better Jedi. He made me want to be a better fighter, a better friend. He made me want to be better mentally too, his constant support making me want to improve my mental health after what happened at the academy. I loved Poe and had only recently realised, but all throughout my life I had needed him.

"Lucinda," my mother called, braking me out of my train of thought. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I nodded. "I meditated for a while, tried to calm myself down and it worked,"

"That's good, I'm assuming you're going to want to find your Uncle now," she said, and part of me decided that her tone almost sounded like she was expecting me to abandon her again.

"If that's what you want me to do, General, that's what I'll do, but I thought..." I began, my thoughts spinning with the vision I had seen during meditation. "I saw him when I was on Starkiller Base. When Snoke was torturing me he appeared almost like a force ghost, and then when I was meditating I saw the island and he spoke to me,"

"He did? What did he say?"

"He asked me if I would be seeing him soon," I remembered. "I've spent a lot of time these last few days reconecting with the force and I think I've gained new abilities, including a connection with Luke. I think I can communicate with him through the force, like talking with a hologram... I'm not sure, but I think I could talk to him without having to leave the Resisitance again,"

My mother frowned as she listened to me. My mother never really trained in the force, not like my uncle and I, but she still understood it, and she still had an overwhelming connection to it. She could remember people through mere feelings and surroundings, hense why she could remember her real mother. She had once told me that she could feel Luke in the force, and they had a connection which left them both to feel each other, every thought, every pain, every feeling. Since he'd left the connection had been practically severed, but now it had been rejoined, though between him and I instead.

"What are you thinking?" I asked after a few moments.

"That you're right," she sighed eventually. "A connection between you is possible, and it means you can stay here where you're needed more. I still want to send someone after your uncle, even if it isn't you,"

"Send Rey," I jumped in quickly. "She's force sensitive, before I got to... to Ben, she was fighting him in a way only a Jedi could. If anyone could reach Luke, she could. Chewie and Artoo should go too, in the Falcon,"

"Your father always told me that after he was gone the Falcon was yours," my mother interjected with a sad smile and a pang of grief hit me again but I pushed it away, too busy to mourn at that moment.

"My ship or not, they should take it, it'd be better for Uncle Luke if they went in a ship he knows," I explained, forcing a smile to show that I wasn't in pain from the mention of my father leaving me the ship after death.

"You're right," she nodded, pausing to think. "And you can stay here, where you'll be celebrated as a resistance hero,"

"Hero?" I practically sneered, laughing. "I'm no Resistance hero,"

That was when Poe came back, placing his hands on my shoulders, arriving at just the right time to hear my last comment. He let out a short laugh, one which my mother mirrored.

"Assistance in the destruction of Starkiller base?" My mother raised an eyebrow. "Fighter at the battle of Takodanna? Out on a two-year solo mission to find a valuable asset for the cause? Volunteer mechanic on speeders and X-Wings? Trainee Jedi who led a rogue mission against the First Order at the age of fourteen? Arrested by the First Order because you were seen as a significant threat? Protestor? Public speaker in the Republic's senate against the First Order at thirteen?"

"And you fought and defeated Kylo Ren singlehandedly," another voice called. It was Rey, just arrived back from the medic wing from seeing Finn. She offered me a small smile which I returned, despite the small wince at the mention of my brother.

"Face it, Luce, we'd be lost without you, can't you remember those resistance posters you used to be on?" Poe grinned at me as I felt a blush rise up on my face. I hated this, them all making me feel so good.

"I hated myself on those," I muttered sheepishly.

"Regardless, you've helped this cause considerably, and that is why the others and I have decided to offer you a promotion," my mother continued and I felt my face drop in shock, my eyes going wide. "The other leaders want you to be made a General, and I agree,"

I froze, my breath catching in my throat as the information and shock set in. I couldn't believe it. All that stuff I did, I did because I was young and thought that they were right. They were right, but I didn't know any better, it was how I was raised. I was raised to rebel and I followed the influence of my parents and now I was going to be put in a position of power.

My grandfather Anakin had been a General in the Clone Wars and so had Obi-Wan Kenobi. My father had been a General for the Battle of Endor and my mother had gone from Princess to Senator to General. Now though, I was following in their footsteps, the way that I had always wanted to as a child, and now it was really happening. I was to be a General.

"A-are... Mum, are you serious?" I stumbled over my words, bursting in overwhelming shock and excitement.

"Very serious," she smirked.

"General Organa-Solo does have a great ring to it," Poe mused, grinning at me proudly.

"So does Commander Dameron," my mother spoke up again, and this time it was Poe who froze, turning red like myself. "Oh, come on, Poe, you didn't really think I would promote Lucinda and not you with her? Half of the stuff she did when she was younger was with you,"

I laughed, turning to Poe with a large grin on my face. His face mirrored mine as his hands gripped hold of my arms tightly, laughing in shock. His breath was quick and his eyes were darting about my face excitedly as we both grinned at each other, until he pulled me closer and for the second time that day he pushed his lips against mine. We were latched together once more and I felt the fireworks going off once more.

I pulled away, a smile displayed on my plips as I heard the slow clap behind me coming from my mother.

"Finally," she muttered, shaking her head with a smirk. With that, she turned and went off to join the other Generals, a group I would soon belong to.

"So this is Poe then," Rey spoke up once more as Poe's hands shifted to instead wrap around my shoulders, my head leaning down to rest against his.

"And so this is Rey," Poe greeted her. "It's nice to meet you, Luce and Finn told me a lot about you,"

"Finn... how is he?" I suddenly exclaimed, suddenly hating myself for letting myself get so happy whilst she was probably suffering through seeing her friend injured. I also felt guilty, since it was my brother who'd hurt him. "I'm sorry about what happened to him, I'm sorry for what Kylo did to both of you,"

I felt Poe squeeze my shoulder supportively, and I felt a frown come to my face when I realised he was holding my left shoulder, the one which usually throbbed agonisingly at any touch or exertion. It didn't hurt. Had it finally healed? No, it was wounded pretty badly but to say I fought with my saber with that arm maybe it had healed. Or maybe I had finally accepted what had happened. Maybe my arm hadn't healed, but psychologically I had healed to accept what had happened at the academy, accepted my grief. A small sad smile creeped onto my face as I looked between Poe and Rey, two people that I treasured dearly. They had both led to this, me finally reaching a sense of acceptance.

"It wasn't your fault, Luci, you have nothing to be sorry for," Rey shook her head. "We can go sit with him if you want?"

And so the three of us headed to the medic ward to sit with Finn, where we spent the entire night and despite the critical condition of our friend, I truly enjoyed the evening, sat with some of the people that meant the most to me.

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Hey guys!

I'm still living on the Star Wars hype! I took my parents to see The Last Jedi this week and oh my gosh they loved it (my mum went to see the original in cinema in 1977 but she's not a massive fan and even she enjoyed it; especially the porgs. My dad however found it absolutely hilarious to refer to Hux as Bill Weasley for the entire two and a half hours). I have so many ideas for what to write for Luci in TLJ as well. So there's going to be two more chapters that are technically part of VII and then its onto VIII!

I still need a ship name for Luci and Poe! Also, Rey and Poe met (because my friends thought their meeting in TLJ was cringe so I rewrote it)! Also my smol child Luci is gonna be General Luci! Please let me know what you think to all this in the comments, I try to reply to a lot of them and honestly I love reading them!

Please vote and comment and I'll hopefully update in two weeks time!

~Olivia