Vi Moradi led the way out onto the lush, green grass of Naboo. Finn waited for Rose before taking her hand in his and following her down the ramp.

Connix was waiting in the meadow to meet them.

"Thank you for coming," she said as the group approached, "the government of Naboo is holding their election for queen. It's the first time in 20 years. They asked that members of the Resistance be on hand at the ballot count this evening to show our support."

Rose looked to Finn and smiled, "It's a good thing we brought one of the 'Heroes of the Resistance' with us then." She winked at him, remembering their first meeting. Finn pulled her into a warm hug in return, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"May the Force be with you," He joked back, remembering his feeble attempt to be cool in that moment.

Connix was ready to move on though, "I thought we would split up and visit a few precincts this afternoon and then this evening's ballot count is going to be more of a formal affair so if...everyone could..." she stammered to a halt, her mouth agape and her head tilting to the side.

Ben Solo descended the ramp toward her, he looked like himself of course, but also different. His black clothing was replaced by neutral browns and beiges. He wore pants and a flight jacket similar to Poe's. His hair was full and wavy, no longer tamed by military standards. He looked like he should have felt comfortable but somehow he appeared awkward nonetheless.

Connix shook her head, regaining her composure quickly, "I knew, I did...I just didn't realize he was coming. Here." She said to herself more than the others.

Ben paused a couple meters away from the small group, certain that if he moved any closer Connix would bolt.

Rey went to stand beside Ben. He reached for her instinctively, as he seemed to do whenever she was near.

"Leia would have..." Connix began, but her voice broke before she could finish.

Ben bowed his head, the shame seemed too heavy to bear at times. Rey lifted her hand to his cheek, guiding his gaze to meet hers.

"Leia loved you, she would have been very happy." Rey whispered.

Ben nodded, gathering strength from her words.

Connix took a breath, "Alright, well, the problem is that Kylo Ren's presence here may actually send the wrong message to the citizens of Naboo. Even though we all...trust him. They may feel intimidated into not participating in the election."

Ben took a step back, towards the Falcon.

"You're...absolutely correct. No, I should go." He pulled away from Rey and turned from the rest of the group.

"Ben?" Rey asked.

"I'm not helping here, I shouldn't be here." Ben mumbled, "I'm just going to go, I don't want to interfere."

"Hey, do you need a pilot? I don't mind." Poe offered.

"No. Thank you." Ben answered as he ascended the ramp. He headed straight for the cockpit, immediately punching in a launch code. It had been a while since his father had shown him the controls on the old ship but he knew his way around.

Connix looked at the group, Cardinal had settled naturally beside Vi but turned to look toward the Falcon, wondering if maybe he should have been leaving this political minefield as well. He ran his hand through his hair, "I actually think he goes by 'Ben' now."

Connix blinked a couple times, "Oh, right." She nodded. "There have been reports that Phasma is running for office in one of the outer rim planets near her destroyed home world." The group looked surprised, except for Cardinal and Vi.

"She'll always abandon her allegiance to the new highest bidder." Vi murmured.

"It's causing a lot of rumors that perhaps this democratic uprising is not as organic as we would like it to be, that perhaps it's just a ploy of the First Order to maintain control in a new way." Connix finished, her brow slightly furrowed.

Ben closed the hatch from inside the cockpit and lifted off the ground, a tear stole down his face. It was too much to hope he would be accepted, it was ridiculous really.

A moment later he was leaving Naboo's atmosphere and the auto pilot clicked on.

"Where are we headed?" A soft voice asked from the door way.

Ben's throat constricted, far too tight to allow a word to escape. He crossed the small space in an instant and pulled Rey into his arms, burying his face in her hair.

"Where were you going without me?" She asked, her tone teasing but her voice small, unsure.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered again and again into her hair, "I didn't think you would want to be anywhere near me, they all loath me, and they're right to...I just assumed you felt the same."

She pulled away from him to look into his eyes, filled with tears, "Search your feelings. I belong with you. Where we go now, we go together."

"You'll never..." He started to ask, broken and desperate.

Rey just shook her head, weaving her fingers into his dark, wavy hair, "I'll never leave you, I love you."

He pulled her close again and held her tight against him for a long moment. Finally he asked, "Where do we go?"