One of the oldest officers in the room gestured sharply, a look of horror on his face. “It’s another Death Star!”
Poe’s expression tightened. “I wish that were the case, Major Ematt. But in analyzing everything Finn has told us and coupling that with the information we have been able to gather, this is what we are facing.” He waved a hand over a nearby control. An image of the Death Star appeared beside that of the frozen world.
“This was the Death Star,” the pilot observed. Another control and the image shrank, down to near nothing, until it was a small sphere beside the cold planet. “This is what Finn tells us is called Starkiller Base.”
Leia stared at the invidious imagery. If not for the harsh fact that tens of millions of deaths were involved, the side-by-side comparisons would have been laughable.
Those had been the first words Leia had dared to utter when you returned bloodied and beaten, her eyes full of pity. Your best friend, the man you loved, had been killed and you’d been gone while it happened. You couldn’t understand it and you weren’t sure if you even wanted to. You’d just wanted to scream, to cry, to fight it, to run away, but instead you’d nodded and carried on. Instead you’d continued fighting for the Resistance. Instead you’d gotten captured by the very man that had killed Ben.
And as you stood, both arms secured tightly behind your back and the cool metal of a Storm Trooper’s blaster against your temple, you could finally understand why Leia had wanted to fight so badly. Seeing your dirtied reflection off the shiny black parts of Kylo Ren’s mask had ignited a fire deep within you. After Ben’s death, you felt empty, lost, but not Leia. She’d been filled with some urge to fight back, to somehow make up for what had happened to Ben, even if it wouldn’t bring him back. But it made sense now.