As soon as the fighters had gone into the air, transports followed them. Nevilen walks through the nosy, busy streets, as the city reaches a state of total choas. She screams out Cestra's name, searching every street. People race pass her running for the cities' hangers. The roar of engines, and the explosions on the surface, make a tremous noise. Bits of the ceiling begin to fall, cover the city in dirt that rises into the air.

"Mom!"

"Cestra?" She turns around, "where are you?"

"Over here."

Through the thick dust, Nevilen makes her way to her daughter's location.

"We must hurry back to the palace," Nevilen says over the noise.

"Your majesty, there isn't time," Dorian points toward the hangers, "there are few transports left."

"How can that be?"

"We went passed them moments ago, hoping to find you," Cestra explains, "We should've known you wouldn't leave."

"I cannot leave without your grandmother, we must go back for her."

They turn to go back as a large portion of the ceiling collapses. It crashes onto the palace, which is soon an erupted fire. The smoke begins to cover the ceiling, making it more and more dark.

"Your majesty, there is nothing we can do," Dorian takes Nevilen, who is ashen, by the arm, "we must get you to safety."

"Mother, please, come."

Nevilen looks at Cestra, and then nods to Dorian. The three run towards the nearest hangers.

"Dorian, you must join the rest of the Hoth Warriors in the fighter, hurry to your ship."

"Yes, ma'am." He runs off toward another hanger.

The ceiling begins to crumble all around them. More fires are started. They are cut off both directions, leaving one hanger accessible. Inside the hanger, there is only one man, and one ship left. The pilot is loading a container aboard. They run up to him.

"Sir, please allow us to ride aboard your ship."

"I don't have room."

"Please, it is only me and my daughter."

"Look, I can't."

"You would rather have it that we die?"

"I don't want you to die, but I don't have the room."

Nevilen looks bewildered, "How can you-please, sir, take my daughter at least."

"Miss-"

"Please, I do not often beg, but I can not bare to see her die, please take her."

A small boy comes out the ship, "Come on, dad, let's go."

The pilot looks from his son back to Nevilen and Cestra.

He sighs, "Alright, but mind you, I don't know where you'll sit."

"We'll manage."

They follow him onto the cruiser. Nevilen stops as the door shuts behind her and the pilot heads for the cabin. She looks all around. The ship is full of frighten children, who weakly smile at Nevilen and Cestra.

Quietly, "Cestra, try to find a spot for you to sit, and hold on."

"Yes, mom."

Nevilen carefully walks through the children into the cabin, where the pilot and his son are working on take off.

"God bless you."

"Don't say that just yet, I still haven't got us out of here."

"A ship full of innocent and purity, with a benovlent pilot would never be shot down."

"If you're right, then I guess you picked the right ship, sister."

The boy smiles at her, "I would hold on to something, miss."

She nods and clutches a bar on the wall. The ship lurches into the air and flies into space.