A year had past since Cal's death. A hole entire year since Jonathan decided to move on. Jon filled himself with work trying to escape his terrible memories. He tried avoiding the guilt he had inside. The thought of the entire village dying because of his decisions was unbearable, but no matter what he did he could never forget.

After every mission, Jonathan and the rest of the Rebels captain were forced to attend a meeting to discuss the new available missions. This wouldn't have been a problem for a year old captain, but the meeting were too long and boring. Every time he attended it was always the same process: discuss new information, explain everything in grate detail, discuss whether or not to use this new information, explain the possible missions and finally assign each one.

Lucky for Jonathan, Sam Wen was always next to him during every meeting. Jonathan and Sam were and still are good old friends. The two of them were in the same crew back when they first started. Both of them were just regular soldiers but now they captains.

Sam was only a few years younger then Jon. His short black hair and orange scarf didn't scream out captain, but never the less Sam did know how to lead his men in battle.

Sam always made sure Jonathan never fell asleep during their meetings. "Hey you're not falling asleep on me are you?" Sam said while hitting him with his elbow.

Jon fletched, he felt the heavyweight in his eyes, but did his best to look interested during the meeting. "I have no idea how you could stay awake. These meetings take forever to get to the point." Jonathan whispered.

"Nevertheless, you still have to stay awake, if not they will remove you from your position."

"Ok I'll try to see if I could stay awake, but if they don't get to the point soon, I might just resign." Jonathan said sarcastically. He folded his hands and gave himself a small pinch in order to sit through the painfully long meeting. Jonathan sat there for another hour, he waited and waited but soon the man giving the meeting finally got to a very interesting topic.

"Now, as you're all aware by now. Commander Jaws never made it out of Hoth. I know that's very sad but that wasn't the only thing lost that day." The man paused for a second. "Commander Jaws was carrying some valuable information, he planned on presenting it here today, but he never made it to his shuttle."

The crowd began whispering to each other, Jonathan leaned next Sam. "Hey, what do you think Commander Jaws was going to show us?" He said.

"I don't know maybe some secret weapon the empire was building." Sam said, his eyes where still focused on the monitor.

"Really? Another one? I don't think after we destroyed the first one they would learn there lesson." Jon said.

"Who knows, maybe next time they'll built one the size of a planet." Sam said sarcastically. Jon laughed at the thought.

The man let the crowd die down a little before continuing, "Commander Jaws was last spotted here," he pointed towards a spot on the hologram. "On one of the lower levels. Now, reports say that after the shield generator was destroyed, some hallways in the lower levels collapsed. Meaning that it's more likely that Commander Jaws was trapped and was unable to get escape the planet." The man pause for a few seconds to letting the crowd die down a little bit more. "I know this seems like a lot of work for something that might not even be there, but we need to at least try. If the planes are still in the base, then it's our mission to retrieve it." He said starring at the crowd, "Now who wants to volunteer."

The crowd began to whisper to each other, but Jonathan sat there for a while, thinking to himself before raising his hand and saying, "I'll do it."

The crowd stood in silence, only staring at Jonathan like if he were a madman. Everybody knew better, Hoth was on the Empires watch list. Going there was suicide. If the Empire didn't catch him, he would most likely die from its freezing temperatures. Nevertheless, Jonathan was determined to go. In his mind, Jon just needed something to keep him from getting depress. Sam grabbed his shoulder, bringing Jon closer to him. "Are you insane." Sam whispered. "Do what to get yourself killed."

"Relax." Jonathan said while taking Sam's hand off his shoulder. "I'll be in and out of there in a few hours. You have nothing to worry about." He said.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked.

"Yes. I think my crew can handle the freezing temperatures of Hoth."

"Ok if you say so." Sam said. Before Jon could stand, Sam grabbed him one last time. "You be carful out there." Sam added.

Jonathan stared at Sam for a second before letting out a smile and adding it with a nod. He knew going to Hoth was insane, but if he didn't go the Rebellion would have sent another crew. And if something happen to that them, the Rebels would just send another crew to save them. At least he knew his team was capable enough of handling themselves. Now his only problem was convincing them to go on this suicide mission.

After the meeting ended, the rest of the captains and commanders made their way back to the hanger bay. Jonathan was happy that the meeting was over, another minute in there and he would have been dead asleep. He was halfway out the door before he was stop by Mon Mothma. Mon, who lead the rebellion after Leia Organa rescind as general, was always the worst part of Jonathan's day. Her way of speaking just put him to sleep. If she turned out to be an android in disguise he wouldn't be surprised.

"Hello Captain. Mine if I had a word with you." Mon said, the general wore a white silk dress, not very general like attire but he didn't mind.

Jonathan wasn't really in the mood. If she wasn't a general, he would have gladly walked the other way. "How may I be of service." He said as politely as he could.

"I was surprised when I heard you volunteered for the mission. You normally never volunteer for anything. Why the change of heart?" She asked.

Straight to the question like always; he wasn't surprised, "Well I didn't see what everyone scared of. According to the information the planet is abandon. It's just a couple feet of snow. And a small chance of getting the sniffles." He said.

"That is true. There really is no real harm. I'm just glad that you're finally taking risks again captain. If you're successful, you'll be doing a great service to the rebellion."

For some reason Jonathan didn't think she was finish interrogating him. Her sudden urge to speak to him made that very clear. "Well, I'll do my best. Now, is there anything else I can help you with general?" He asked if only to be polite.

"Well there is one more thing," he wasn't surprised. He let Mon continue. "Its about your crew." She said.

"What about them?" Jonathan asked.

"Well I've been researching them and I need to know if they could be trusted?"

Jonathan didn't like where this was going. Since he joined the rebellion, he has been one hundred percent loyal. He didn't like that his team was being researched behind his back. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Since you have attributed so much to this rebellion, I was willing to over look your pilot's past." She answered.

"Markus as been nothing but cooperative since he's joined. He's giving plenty of information, more then any of your scouts." He said with a hint of frustration.

"But he failed to mention the number of rebels he'd killed when he was still serving under the Empire. Something you forgot to mention in your report when you recruited him." She said.

Jonathan didn't forget, he was aware of Markus's past, he knew the types of assignments the Empire made him do, but even with that knowledge he still trusted him with his life. "Why are you bringing this up now?" he asked with a noticeable tone. He needed to know why she ever mention this? Why was this so important to her.

"This mission is highly valuable. I needed to know if each and everyone of them could be trusted." Mon answered.

"They can. They've never let me down." Jon replied.

"Oh really," she said, "and what about Daemora?"

Jonathan was getting furious. He knew that Mon was always keeping an eye on him, but now that she was antagonizing his team, his friends, he couldn't handle it. "What about her?" He said, his tone growing with everything second.

"Nothing. I couldn't find a single thing on her. Almost as if she doesn't exist. Why is that?" Mon asked.

"Does it matter? She hasn't shown any signs of her being against us. She has work just as hard as the rest of us. Her past doesn't matter." Jonathan couldn't handle it any more, he needed to leave. He needed to be anywhere but here. "Now General, if you don't mind I have to prepare my crew for their new assignment."

"I do mind. Now shut up and listen." She said without a hint of humanity in her voice. "I don't care about you and your stupid problems. I don't care whether or not you trust your crew. If I find out that one or more of your men is conspiring against this cause. I will order their execution without hesitation. Do I make myself clear?" She said.

Jonathan didn't say a word. He simply nodded and walked away. He knew very well Mon was telling the truth. Mon cared about the cause more then anyone. But not for the reason you'd think she would. All Mon really cared about was power. She knew if the rebellion won she would be the one to take the Emperor's place. The thought of her ruling the Galaxy made his stomach turn. But he knew all too well that the war was far from over.

Emilie O'Ryan saw the captain's sister standing outside the ship, she imagined Cora was waiting for her brother to arrive. Every time Jonathan would leave to this meetings, Cora would wait outside, sometimes she would wait for hours. She didn't know why, but at the same time she never bothered to ask. "You know standing there isn't going to make him arrive any faster." Emilie said to Cora with a hint of sarcasm. "Why don't you come in for awhile. I've made soup if you're hungry." She asked

"No, I'm fine." Cora said with her hands crossed. She was leaning on some boxes that where just outside the ship. She didn't bother to make eye contact with Emilie. Instead she kept her eyes on the ground.

Emile didn't understand what type of relationship Cora had with her brother. She could only guess at the time. She couldn't imagine the type of things she had to endure when she was a little girl. Jonathan didn't seem like the type of person that could raise a little girl like her. Sure Jonathan was older then Cora by several years, eleven to be exact, but it just seem to her that Cora was the type of person who was raised alone. As sad as that sounds, she wasn't the only one.

"Thank you... By the way." Cora said.

"For what?" Emilie asked while scratching an itch on her head.

"For worrying about me."

Emilie was a bit confused "I just said..."

"I know what you said. But it means a lot to me that you asked." Cora interrupted.

"Don't mention it. I was just being nice." Emilie said while adjusting some tools on her belt. Cora smiled but kept her eyes on the ground. "Well, I'll save you a bowl." She pointed inside the ship while walking back.

Emilie could do much. She wasn't going to force Cora to tell her about her past, but at less she could be her friend. She knew Cora wasn't the type of person who normally talked about her past but it wasn't hard to have an idea of the type of life she had before all of this.

After their small but genuine conversation, Emilie made her way inside the ship and headed stay to the kitchen. Even though three-week old soup wasn't her favorite dish, she couldn't wait to reach the kitchen. She knew it wasn't the soup that was calling to her, it was something else, no, someone else. Someone she knew far to well. Someone she could imagine living without. Markus Payne.

Markus was the pilot of the ship and Emilie closes friend. He was the tallest out of five of them. Most men looked up to him, but not in the way that suggested he was their hero. His hair was dark with nice short curls. His nose was well shaped and his skin was nice and smooth. He was well taken care of for a man who spend his time sitting around. He was strong for a man with skill, but the thing most people first noticed, were his beautiful baby blue eyes.

But when she arrived to greet her best friend he wasn't alone. Sitting just beside him was Daemora Arekson. Daemora was an entirely different person. She was beautiful in every way. Her hair long and red as fire. Her eyes a sweet hazel-brown. Her skin a smooth light brown with only a small noticeable scars on her right cheek stretching to her upper lip. But the thing most people noticed first was her personality.

"The princess doesn't want to come down from her tower?" Daemora said.

"No." Emilie replied. "She said she's going to wait for the captain. I don't think poorly made soup is going to change her mind."

"Well if she doesn't want to come, then I guess I'll just have to dragger her here myself." She said as stood up from her chair.

"Let it go Daemora." Markus said. "She's just a girl. Let her wait for her brother. You won't win her over by using force."

Daemora stood there with a mean look on her face. "I just don't understand her. She's out there every time Jon leaves. And she stays there until he comes back." She said as she sat back down.

"Maybe she's just shy." He said as he took a sip from his drink.

"Maybe. But I still think it's wrong for a girl like her to be out there all by herself."

"She'll be fine. She's not as soft as she looks. Deep down she's just as tuff as you."

Out of the three of them Markus was the one who knew Cora the most. He was the only one who wasn't afraid to talk to Cora. He spend as much time with her as he possibly could. But it wasn't long before the captain found out. Markus swore he only meant to befriend Cora. But the captain didn't care. He told Markus to keep his distance. It was safe to assume Markus didn't took it too well.

Daemora smiled. "You must really know her." She said.

"I do. But not as much as you think."

Emilie sat down in front of them. She didn't really know what to say. She couldn't add much to the conversation. She didn't know Cora as well as Markus did to start a topic about her. Nor did she worry as much about her as Daemora did. All she new was that she didn't want to be left out. "So did you like the soup?" She asked admittedly regretting her words.

"It's good." Markus said with a smile across his face.

"It's terrible." Daemora replied. Markus didn't let a second go by as he elbowed Daemora in her ribs. "I mean it was good."

Emilie didn't mind the criticism. Even though apart of her regretted ever suggesting to volunteer to make the food for the day. "It's fine. I guess I could fix a broken down ship. But a simple dish like soup is just out of my league."

"You should never be allowed in the kitchen ever again. I honestly don't know how you lasted four years with her." Deamora said.

"Well Markus did do most of the cooking." Emilie said.

"Four years. How is it that the two of you aren't a couple yet?" Daemora asked with an evil smile across her face.

Emilie didn't know what to say. She could feel her face turning red. But she knew she couldn't walk away. Markus wasn't to happy about the question either. He looked at Daemora with a heavy face. There wasn't anything wrong with the question. The answer was quiet simple. But she knew Daemora all too well. She knew that there were more questions lining underneath.

"Markus and I are just good friends." Emilie said.

"I would assume so," Daemora said. "But I'm not doubting your friendship. I was just wondering if you two shared any deeper feelings for each other. It's a short life we live." Daemora turned to look at Markus for a second. "We wouldn't want to die with any regrets."

Emilie knew what she was saying. There was never a moment where she didn't what to tell him. She wished she could. She wish she could just grab him across the table, hold him tightly and tell him how she felt. How she really felt. But she knew she couldn't. She knew his heart belong to someone else. Someone more beautiful then her. Someone he knew a lot better then her.

"That's enough Daemora." Markus said.

"Well I guess I was wrong." She said as she stood up from the table. "I'll get out of the way." Daemora left to the table on the far side of the room.

Emilie wasn't mad at her. She was only mad at herself. It's my fault for making it so obvious. She thought to herself. Before she could leave, a pair of soft hands grab her across the table. Even though she hand gloves on, she could still feel his smooth fingers gripping her hand tightly. "Don't let her get to you," Markus said. "It doesn't matter if I love you as a friend or as a lover. I'll never leave you. I promise."

Emilie wished she could hold his hand forever. Wished she could be his forever. But she knew she would never be with him forever. The only thing she could do was enjoy the small moment she had with the man she loved.

A few minutes went by until Jonathan finally arrived at his ship. He saw Cora standing next to the entrance, like she always did. "You know we have chairs inside?" He said.

"What took you so long?" Cora said to Jonathan as he walked by her.

Jonathan could only imagine how long Cora stood outside the ship waiting for him to arrive, but he didn't have time to stop and think. His Commander only gave him one hour to prepare. "Oh you know how these things go. Empire bad, Rebels good. I'll tell you the rest on the ship." he said while clapping his arm on Cora's shoulder. She rolled her eyes as she followed behind him.

Jonathan ran up to the center of the ship and looked around for a while. "Where is everybody?" He asked.

Cora pointed towards a door that led them to the small kitchen they had on board. "There probably still eating." She answered.

Jonathan walked up towards the door and opened it. The door slid open to reveal Emilie and Markus eating while having a small conversation. He wasn't surprised. The two of them never missed a chance to just sit down and talk, he wouldn't mind but their conversations last hours.

Jonathan never really liked Emilie. He found it hard to believe a girl like her could of survived as long as she did without having to do something she might regret. He felt as though she was hiding something, maybe a dark secret she didn't want him to know. But he could just be wrong. Maybe she could just be a normal girl trying to make a living, if that were true then he would feel guilty for treating her so badly.

On the far side of the room was Daemora, she was sitting there cleaning one of her blasters. She had a tendency of keeping her blasters clean, he didn't know why but he didn't want to questioned it. "Well someone finally decided to show up." Daemora said to Jonathan. "For a second I thought you died of boredom." Daemora was the type of woman who didn't take orders too kindly. The first few months working with her were hell. She was disobedient and reckless, but despite her faulty attitude, he needed her. He'd considered himself to be quiet well with a blaster, but she was on a hole other level. He'd seen her shoot three stormtroopers in a span of 2 seconds from a mile away, all of them headshots. It was safe to say he wanted her on his side.

"Ha ha. Very funny. I'll have you know that those briefings are very interesting and informative." He lied. Daemora rolled her eyes and continued cleaning her blaster. "Ok people gather around." The room stood in silence.

"Jonathan, we're all here." Cora said.

"I know that." He'd lied. "Well I have some important news to tell you all." He stood in silence for dramatic effect. "We've been assigned to retrieve some lost information from a planet." He thought if he kept the planet vague then his team wouldn't ask any questions.

"In what planet?" Daemora asked.

Damn it. He thought to himself. Daemora was always the type of person to ask a million questions, question some people didn't want answered. At times he'd wish she could be a little bit more like Emilie in that department, never asking questions and always followed orders. "Hoth." He answered.

"And what's so important in Hoth that we have to risk our skins in order to retrieve it?" She asked.

Jonathan stood there in silence with his arms crossed. "Yeah, they don't know what it is either. But they said it was important."

Daemora rolled her eyes.

"Look it's not that complicated. Reports say that the planet has been abandoned for over a week now, so that means we could land without a problem. The only thing we have to worry about is the freezing temperatures." Everyone stood in silence. "Look we're getting paid whether we find it or not." He said.

Jonathan never considered himself to be a great leader. At best he was a competent leader but he knew there was still room for improvement.

Cora stepped forward. "I'm in."

"I'm in too." Emilie said with a mouthful.

"Well you need a pilot so I'm in." Markus said.

Even though his team wasn't perfect. Even though at times he wished he could just jump off a bridge and end it all. He knew his team was still there. But there was still one person who wasn't on board. One person he couldn't imagine leaving into battle without. Daemora.

She sat there, quiet as could be. This woman just wants to see me suffer. He thought. "Sure. Why the hell not." She smiled. The thinks I put up with.

"Well then we leave in one hour." He smiled. He didn't want to tell Daemora and Markus about his little encounter with Mon Mothma. But he knew he will eventually. For now all he could think about was Emilie's homemade soup. "Ok then what's there to eat?"

"Soup." Cora said.

"Well then. What are you three staring at? Serve me a boll." For some odd reason Markus, Emilie and Daemora just sat there staring at him with a blank face. "Come on then. Do I have to order you guys to serve me a plate." Still no response. With Jonathan lack of patience he grabbed the spoon and served himself a boll. Before he took the first bite he saw Emilie trying to say something but it was too late.

The awful taste the soap had was completely revolting. He could had sworn he was eating shit. He spat the spoonful almost instantly. If he mother didn't teach him better he would have thrown it all towards Emilie. But the ground would do.

He wanted to speak, no yell. He wanted to say every last insult he possibly knew but every time he spoke a bit of vomit would come out. He stood there trying to keep his inside from coming out. But every attempt was pointless. He ran straight towards the sink and buried his head as far in as he possibly could. He didn't care if there was still dishes in there, he could careless.

After his stomach was finished giving itself in, he went directly to the cabinet. He tried looking for anything to wash down the godawful taste in his mouth. Water, Blue Milk, anything. He didn't care. To his luck an unused cup of water was near by. How he hated this moment. If this was an attempt on his life he didn't know what was.

"What the hell was that?" He said.

"Soup?" Emilie answered. She trying to hide behind her precious Markus. But even he couldn't stop him from getting to her. He could hear Daemora laughing from her corner. He could see Cora resisting to hold her own laughter in.

"I know it was soup. But what the hell was in it?" He screamed.

Emilie muttered her words around before she could finally learned to speak. "I don't know. I— I just followed the recipe that was in the paper you gave me." She answered.

"Did you clean out the fridge before you cooked or did you just used whatever you could find?" He demanded.

"I... um... think i just um." Emilie couldn't speak.

"Well. Which is it?" He asked one last time.

"I just used whatever was in it." She closed her eyes, expecting the worst. Markus took a step forward trying to shield Emilie from him.

He wanted her out of his ship then an there, but apart of him knew he was going to need her for this mission. And the fact that she willingly volunteered for the mission made him a bit more sympathetic then normal. "It's ok I'm not mad." He looked at Markus. "You could stop shielding her. I'm not going to do anything." Jon said.

Markus took a step back and Emilie popped out of where she was hiding. "You're really not mad?" She asked.

"You might of destroyed a little bit of my pride, but no. I'm not mad." He lied. "Now did you make anything else to eat? Despite that terrible dish you made, I'm still quiet hungry."

Emilie gave him the same smile she'd always gave him when she had bad news that involved her. "No." She answered.

All hopes of him having a descent meal quickly faded away with that simple No. He let out a small sigh before he left the kitchen. He didn't stop to look at any of them. He just left.

He walked into the hallway that hold all the room of each member of this crew. The hallway was curved, stretching around the entire ship. The first room one would past when leaving the kitchen, was Emilie's. Her room wasn't really a room. It was originally a small storage space, normally for supplies and weapons. But somehow Emilie found a way to turn it into a haft descent room. A little bit messy for his taste, but still a nice room none the less.

The room next to her's was Markus's. His had the second smallest room out of the four authentic rooms. His room wasn't special. Just a four walled room with a small closet and a small bed. He normally always kept his room clean. His closet; with what few clothes he had, was always neat. His bed tended and his personal items stored away. He lived the way you would normally expect a person who used to serve under the Empire.

Passing his room was Daemora's. Her's was the smallest out of the four real rooms. Before she came onboard, her room used to belong to Emilie. He decided to give Emilie's old room to Daemora in the hope that would get her to leave his crew. But in the end Emilie managed to find another room for her to stay in. For some reason Emilie didn't seem to mind switching rooms. The only person who really seemed to mind was Cora.

Speaking of her, Cora's room was right next to Daemora's. Her room was the second largest out of all of them. She had enough space to fit a haft decent bed, a closet and a small desk; not that she used it. Even with all that, she still had plenty of room to spare.

And at the far end lies Jonathan's room. His being of course the largest out of all of them. In his mind he thought, Of course I had to have the biggest room, I'm their leader and the owner of this ship. But even then, he still felt a little sour toward giving Emilie the smallest room.

He arrived at his room, but before he could even press the button to his door, he felt a hand pulling on his jacket. It was Emilie. Her head was facing the wall to the side of her. Her eyes focused on everything but him. He noticed her carrying a small black bag.

"Um... This is for you." She said as she handed the black bag towards him.

Jonathan didn't know what to say. He was caught off guard by the gift. "What is it?" He asked politely, not wanting to scare her off.

"It's a bag of sweets." She said. "I thought you might like them."

Jonathan was never the type who craved sweets. Sure he enjoyed them from time to time, but other then that he never thought much of them. "Is this for earlier?" He asked.

She nodded. "I'm sorry for making you spill your insides out. I didn't mean to."

Jonathan didn't know whether to except her gift or reject it. Apart of him was still angry over his humiliation, but the sight of that black bag filled with unexpected goodies was just to much to give up. "Thank you." He said as he took the bag from her hands. And with just those two words, Emilie began growing a smile across her face. "I honestly don't know what else to say." He said while standing there silently.

"Don't worry . A simple Thank you is fine."

A small smile grew on his face. "You never did ask for much. Now why don't you get out of here. I don't want someone to see me treating you nice." Emilie smiled and made her way back to the kitchen. What am I going to do with her? He thought to himself.

Jonathan pressed the button to his door. The door slid open and almost in an instant all of his troubles where going. No Rebellion. No Mission. Just a nice bed to keep him warm until they arrive at Hoth.

The spinning blue vortex never ceased to amaze him. He stared at it every time he traveled through light speed. Seeing thousands of stars flying by in a single second always brought a sense of wonder to him. It was a reminder to see how far people really are from one another. And a reminder to know how fast they could reach each other.

The cockpit was alone. Like it always was. Jon never visited, unless it was necessary. Daemora stopped by from time to time, but she never stayed long. Cora was one of the few who seemed to actually enjoy navigating through the stars. But she hasn't stopped by. Not sense Jonathan forbid him from speaking to her. Other then Daemora, the only person who seems to stop by every time they could, was Emilie.

Emilie was one of the few highlights of Markus's day. Her up beet attitude and shy demeanor always seemed to put a smile on his face. Every time she came to join him, Emilie would always bring something to eat. A small snack to pass the time or an excuse to chat with him. Either way he didn't seem to mind.

Markus could only imagine how his life could have been if he hadn't crashed on that planet. He still remembered the hot flames burning him alive when his Tie-Fighter went down. If his suit wasn't made to withstand such harsh temperatures, he would have surely died that day. When he rouse from the flames, he knew he was given an opportunity at a new life, away from the Empire. It wasn't long after that when he stumbled upon Emilie. At first glance she didn't seem like much. Just another face you see everyday. But she soon became the only face he wanted to see.

There was something about Emilie that made him what to stay with her. Her short dirty golden hair, her baby blue eyes, and her smooth pail skin, reminder him of someone. Someone important. My beloved wife. He thought to himself.

Before crash landing on that planet, he had a life. It wasn't perfect, but it was still a life. The Empire demanded so much from him, he burly had time to see his wife. But the few times he did, he spent it with her. He spend every second locked up in a room with her. There were times where the two of them would spend an entire weak just locked up in their home. But since the crash, he hasn't seen nor heard from her.

Even though the crash aloud him to start a new life, apart of him still felt guilty over his wife. She never knew he'd survive the crash, nor could she. In order to keep her safe, he let his wedding ring behind. He'd assumed the Empire would just rule him dead. Assume his body burned to ash and move on with it. But he needed them to know for sure. He left the only thing they could us to identify him.

He swore he would return to her one day. At least to tell her that he still loved her and that he never stopped thinking about her. But that was four years ago. He thought to himself.

The thoughts were to sad to remember. He wanted to think of something else. Anything else.

"Nock. Nock." A soft voice said from behind.

"Emilie? I didn't think you where going to come." She had in her hands two cups of what he could only imagine as blue milk.

"I wasn't going to. But then I remembered I had nothing else to do, so I decided I'll just stop by." She extended one of the cups to him. "Warm milk?" She asked

Markus smiled and took the cup from her hand. "Is Jonathan still mad?" He asked.

"No, not anymore." She took a small sip out of her cup. "He didn't seem that angry when he left. I think he's warming up to me." She said.

"That's what you said the last time. And what happened then?"

Emilie laughed. "He gave my room to Daemora and threw me in a closet."

He laughed at the image of her being locked up in such a small space. "I think he used the word, storage space."

Emilie smiled. "Yeah. I do remember him describing it like that." Emilie sat next to Markus on the chair just beside him. "So how long until Hoth." She asked.

"An hour at best. Maybe less." He answered.

"So not long." She said.

"Not long." He said as he took a sip. The blue milk she gave him was warm. A nice touch if he might add.

The two of them sat next to one another for a while, enjoying each other's company as the two finished their drink, all the while exchanging smiles. Not a minute went by until Emilie asked Markus a question. "If you still worked for the Empire, what would your job have been during the battle of Hoth?" She asked.

A strange question to ask a man who would want nothing more then to forget all about the Empire, he thought to himself. He took a second to think. He could see the look in her eyes. He knew she was just trying to pass the time. "Well seeing as I was a pilot and not a foot soldier, I say I would be in space next to the fleet. Maybe just as a standby unit. I would assume the Empire would try and pick off any stranglers that made it out of the planet." He answered.

Emilie didn't say anything. She just sat there drinking away her blue milk, her full attention directly to him. She nodded as if telling him to continue.

"But if your telling me where I really would have been. Then that just another thing entirely. According to the records, Lord Vader and his fleet where the once who invaded the planet. I unfortunately was never in his fleet."

"Really? Then who's fleet where you in?" She asked as she put both her legs crisscross on the chair.

Markus leaned forward in his chair while scratching a small itch in his short beard. "Well let me see. The first three years I was with Commander Tenal Bardok. He was grumpy old man but he wasn't much. Just your typical Imperial Officer. There isn't much to say about him."

"What sort of assignment did you do for him?" She said.

"Not much. I just flew around most of the time. And believe it or not. I was actually quiet good at it." He said while drinking a little bit more of his blue milk. "But it was all fun and games until I got my real first orders." Markus smile faded away. The memories of his past were too horrifying. "It looks like I'm out of milk. Better go refill before we arrive."

Markus saw the look in Emilie's eyes. He knew she was smarter then she looked. She knew he was trying to avoid talking about his past. "It's okay. I'll get you more."

Markus didn't want secrets between them. He grabbed her arm before she could leave. "I'm not hiding anything... I'm just not ready to start talking about the past."

"I know." She said. "Your the only person I really trust."

Markus smiled. "I can't imagine my world without you."

Emilie smiled back. "And neither could I."

She walked out of the cockpit with both cups in her hands. He could hear her humming as she walked through the hallway and into the kitchen.

"You know, you really do make her happy." A soft voice said from behind.

When he turned around to see who the owner of the voice was, his smiling face turned into that of an irritated one. "What is it now Daemora?" He asked. He regretted answering so up tightly.

She was leaning up against the wall with her hands crossed. Her devilish smile only made him wish he was speaking to anyone else. "Is that anyway to speak to a lady?" She said. "I expected a man like you to be a more gentleman like."

Markus took a small whiff. "You sure don't smell like a lady." He said as he walked back into the cockpit. He wasn't lying. Daemora smelled of sweat, unwashed clothes, and something else that he couldn't put into words. But he didn't blame her. Out of the five of them, she was the one that got her hands dirty the most. And it didn't help that there wasn't a single shower in the entire ship.

Daemora took a second to smell herself. By the look in her face it seemed she got the point. "Well some of us don't have dozens of clothes. I burly have three matching outfits."

"Well the next time we stop at a city, why don't you buy yourself something nice?" He said.

"I don't have enough to buy new clothes."

Markus sat down in his chair and made sure that the ship was heading in the right direction. But something she said made him wonder. "And why not? I thought Jonathan payed you well." He asked.

"He does... Its complicated that's all." Markus didn't what to ask any further. He knew how it felt to be on the other side. If she wanted to tell him, she would of. "Enough about me. I came here to talk to you." He knew she was trying to dodge the question, so he played along.

"Well what is it?"

"Nothing important. You know the usual. Hi. How are you? How goes your day?" She said sarcastically.

"Knowing you I doubt that's why you're here."

"Aw. Come on now. I thought we were friends."

"We are but I somehow doubt you came here to make small talk." He said.

"And what makes you think that?" She asked.

Markus leaned back on his chair and took a deep breath. "Tell me. How long were you standing out there?"

Daemora didn't say a word for a few seconds."Ok you got me there. But it's not my fault. Every time the two you are together I'm always getting left out."

Markus didn't want to hurt her feelings. He knew she meant well. If there is a god pease tell me I'm doing the right thing. He thought to himself. "I'm sorry you feel that way." He said. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

Daemora smile. "Apology excepted."

"Well seeing as we still have a ways to go. What's on your mind?" He asked hoping for the best.