Hyperspace was quiet and peaceful, and it also left Starkiller some time to think alone. Juno was asleep in the small crew quarters, resting after her capture by Boba Fett and Darth Vader. He stared at the light blue streaks of stars passing by the cockpit viewports, and thought about his new role in the Alliance. His Alliance, he thought. It truly was his. It had been him, or his past self at least, that had gathered the senators to fund and supply it. Even if it was all a trick pulled on him by Vader, to find the traitors so he could execute them, in the end he had gone to the light, and saved them all on the Death Star. Yes, it was him who had saved them. He had realized that him and the past Starkiller were one and the same. He remembered his past memories, and his past feelings too. Even if he truly was a clone, it didn't matter to him anymore. He was Galen Marek. And he was going to lead this Alliance.

The only problem was, is that he had no idea how to lead a group of people. All his life, previous and past, he had been on his own. Yes, he had worked with Juno and Kota near the end of his first life, and he had fought on Kamino with Kota, but he hadn't led there. Kota had. Juno and Kota had both told him that now that he was back, he could rally the Alliance, especially after their successful attack and capture of Kamino. He could lead them to victory. He could lead them to the death of the Empire, and the rebirth of the Republic.

He would have to ask Juno when she woke up. Which would be soon, as they were nearing their destination of Dantooine, the location of the hidden Rebel base. He was glad they were almost there, because he hadn't slept in nearly 8 days. From his escape on Kamino to the capture of Vader had taken 5, and then an additional 3 in hyperspace to reach the remote planet. He would have slept on the Rogue Shadow, but he didn't feel comfortable leaving only PROXY awake at the helm with Vader on board in his meditation chamber. Even though he was restrained, Starkiller didn't want to think would happen if he somehow got loose while he was asleep.

An alarm started to whine, alerting him to the fact they would come out of hyperspace in just two minutes. He straightened and walked towards the crew quarters to wake Juno, as he still didn't know the clearance codes for the Alliance, and he didn't want to risk being shot out of the sky before they could deliver their precious and dangerous cargo to the base. He left PROXY at the controls and walked through the small corridor and palmed the button to open the door to the galley and crew quarters Kota had put in for his troops. It was dark inside and he stepped in.

Juno was still fast asleep on her side, with her head in her hand, breathing slowly. Starkiller smiled. Every time he saw her it made him ecstatic because they were finally together again. He slowly walked over to her and bent down to kiss her forehead. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She leaned forward and gave him a slight kiss on his lips before sitting all the way and stretching.

"How close are we to Dantooine?" she asked him, yawning. She stood up and walked into the refresher to relieve herself and freshen up by splashing some water on her face,

"Just a minute or two until we come out of hyperspace," he said. "I thought I should wake you since I don't know the clearance codes, and I'd rather not be shot out of the sky on my return." He sat down on the bed and smiled at her as she walked back into the room and began to get dressed.

"Yes, that would be quite unfortunate for the both of us, especially since this is your glorious return to the Alliance."

"Agreed. I'm going to change out of these clothes while you bring us down if you don't mind," he said, looking down at his scarred and pitted battle gear and tunic. It was the same one he had fought on Kamino in, and he figured he should look somewhat presentable when he arrived in front of the Rebel Council.

"That's fine. If you're not out by the time we have landed, I'll signal for you. It'll be nice to be able to have some time alone tonight Galen," she said, leaning in close to him and hugging him tightly.

"Yes, it will be," he said, as she let go and began to walk to the cockpit. He went over to the small storage area where he had kept his uniforms and parts for the maintenance of his lightsaber in his first life. He was surprised to see that it looked exactly the same when he had last opened it. He realized Juno must have told Kota and his men to leave it alone. The thought made him sad because Juno had been alone for at least a year by the time he had come back and she had obviously been suffering while he had been gone. But he was happy that they were finally back together again, and could make up for last time.

He rummaged around for a while, looking for the least damaged and torn outfit he had. His original training gear was clearly not acceptable. It was torn to shreds in some places, and covered with blood stains from himself and others. Everything else he owned was in various states of disarray from previous missions. His jungle gear was still covered in the dried blood of the Bull Rancor's head he had blown up from the inside out. He wished he still had the Jedi outfit Kota had given him right before he was taken to the Death Star after the ambush on Corellia. He backed away in frustration. He had never cared about what he was wearing in front of others before. Was this because of his increased contact with other beings? Was he going to start caring about how he looked to others? He guessed he had to anyway, if he were going to lead this rebellion. He had to learn skills on dealing with others from now on.

He glanced up and saw an outfit he hadn't noticed before. It was a brilliant white, with a brown sash and belt going across the front. He stood up to grab it. The robes were beautiful, and clearly made with care. Comfortable and breathable, they would be good to wear in and out of combat. He held it gently in his hands and heard PROXY move in behind him.

"Ah, Master! I see you found the outfit General Kota put in your quarters after your untimely death! I do believe they hold some significance to Jedi. You should ask him about them sometime," He said in his bright, robotic voice he usually had. "Mistress Juno told me to inform you that we have arrived at Dantooine, and will be landing shortly."

"Alright, thanks PROXY for the update," he said, turning to him. "But since when have you called Juno mistress?"

"Ever since you and her have been engaged in a sexual relationship, so the first day of our voyage."

Starkiller thought he had shut him down before him and Juno had got, reacquainted, in the cockpit. They had begun just talking, but as the time had passed, things had gotten a little more heated. He had stopped them before they had gotten undressed, since they had Vader in the back of the ship. But they had gotten far enough for PROXY to hear apparently. "Oh, um, okay. Just don't tell Juno you heard us. Keep this between us alright PROXY?"

"Of course Master! I will inform Mistress Juno that you will be joining us on the bridge soon."

"Alright, thanks PROXY," he said as the droid turned to leave. He shut the bulkhead door and stripped out of his damaged and battered combat uniform he had put on when he and Kota had journeyed to the Salvation. He folded it as best he could and put it in the storage unit. He dressed himself in the white robes and attached his lightsabers to the brown belt. As he stood up, a patch opened and a few small, brilliantly colored crystals fell to the deck. He bent down and realized they were lightsaber crystals. He quickly counted them and realized there was one aqua blue crystal, two violet crystals, one golden crystal, and three green crystals. One a forest green, one a grass color, and one in the color of lime. He smiled, thinking Kota had probably left them there for him. He pocketed them, intending to use them later. He had always liked the color purple…