*Derek felt a cool, smooth and overall comforting hand slide into his own. Giving it a tight squeeze, Derek replied to the man who had shot his own troops in a somewhat odd way to defend Amanda and Derek.*

"I'm not sure why you did that, but thanks. We require no more assistance however. Goodbye."

*Turning his head to look at Amanda, he smiled, showing his straight, white teeth and casting his most "hooking' smile.*

"The freighter awaits, Ms. Stockwell. My name is Derek Chilton and I will be your pilot for your designated trip to Nubia. If you will follow me, I would love to begin our adventure together."

*Derek had the urge to had the word "alone" to the end of his sentence, but held it back. He and Amanda had only known each other for a day, maybe two at most. But one thing Derek did know, was that he and Amanda were going to get along just fine.*

*As the sun began to rise in the distance, Derek began to lead Amanda towards the freighter. The rays of light rose into the smoky, fiery sky, creating a sense of peace and joy as the couple finally were beginning to make their escape. Their journey had only just begun, and little did they know, that they would be the return of the defeated Rebellion, and bring the end to the tyrannic rule of Marcus Elbaz.*

*Amanda was ready to fight. She was ready to put all that training that her father paid good money for to the test for the first time. But when the smoke cleared and she understood that her and Derek were free to go, she could feel the anger of the Dark Side of the Force slipping away from her grasp. She was left speechless for a few moments until Derek turned toward her and smiled brightly at her. Seeing that smile on his face on pulled a smile to her own lips and what this? A blush actually began to show up on her light cheeks. Her right thumb depressed the switch of the lightsaber and the blade sank quickly back into the hilt and disappeared from sight.*

-Amanda Stockwell-
"It will be an honor to fly with you, Mr. Chilton. Let's begin."

*Amanda nodded her head and turned to walk with the man as they both headed toward the freighter destined to take them off world.*

*Amanda's response sent Derek's heart into a frenzy. There was just something about this girl, something he really liked. Leaning over as they approached the shuttle, he planted his lips softly against he cheek, her blushing making him smile even more.*

*Derek's leather clad boots began to clank on the hard, metallic ramp as he proceeded into the abandoned freighter. Entering the cockpit, Derek sat in the pilot's chair and strapped himself in. Turning to Amanda, he spoke only two words, Amanda's answer already echoing in his head.*

"You ready?

*After turning away from the lone gunman and slipping her lightsaber back onto her belt, Amanda walked side-by-side with Derek as the two of them made their way to the freighter that was just sitting a little ways away. Amanda's mind began to ponder the idea of leaving Mustafar for the first time in her life. It was here that she was born and it was here that she lost both of her birth parents in the third or fourth Global Mustafarian War. Michale Stockwell had founded her in the streets after the bloody conflict was over and took her in as his daughter. He gave her the best schooling and education he could afford and treated her as if she was his birth daughter.*

*But now, Mustafar would no longer be her home because of yet another war and the Federation ruling over the entire system. If her father did start this war, she would do all that she could to help him end it and bring peace to Mustafar once again. But for now, it was time to leave and regroup with her father and his allies to talk about battleplans. When Amanda was just about to walk into the shuttle, she felt the warmth of another's lips upon her cheek. At first, she felt a rush of emotion flood throughout her body as she turned and gazed into Derek's eyes. There was that smile again. If there was one thing that she would always remember about him, it would be that smile of his.*

*She wanted to kiss him back but how would that look on her part? Amanda had just met the man and he was already trying to kiss her. The young woman shook her head with her cheeks turning a rosie shade of red and boarded the craft right behind Derek. When he sat down in the pilot's chair, Amanda sat in the passanger's and strapped herself in. A smile tugged tightly at the corners of her lips when Derek asked her his question.*

-Amanda Stockwell-
"Yes. Let's go to Nubia...together."

"Yes. Let's go."

*The engines of the freighter roared to life. And slowly and meticulously, Derek began to steer the craft off the ground. Little did Amanda know, Derek had actually never flown a spaceship... He was lucky to have started it correctly. Trying his best to keep calm, Derek slowly piloted the freighter and lead it into the sky, and into Mustafar's Orbit.*

*Since the end of the global conflict that nearly consumed all life upon the planet of Mustafar, Fralideja had seen an increase on its own population. The entire population of the system had been placed near the mark of 20 thousand souls and nearly 2/3s of that now lived within Fralideja. The city was primarily Mustafarian but the native goverment welcomed the influx of refugees under their protection and actually began to open up new jobs. These jobs, which were mostly construction, helped speed up the rate of the reconstruction of Fralideja after its destruction under the hands of the first Global Marshall, Lance Hashmal.*

*Jason Noel, a new refugee into Fralideja, was on a trip away from Zion when the attacks came. He watched, from a distance, as his hometown burnt under the nuclear fire that rained down upon it. His entire life was installed in that city and in the course of a single day, he lost everything. His wife and children, two girls and one newborn baby born, lived in the heart of the city...right where the last nuclear deviced denotated. He knew there wasn't a point of trying to find them, but the pain of not knowing if they were dead or not made him bitter inside.*

*Before the Civil War, he worked for the Federation as a politician and was running for the office as District Clerk for South Drtrict of the city. He was doing quite well, in fact, until he was called away from the city to show a interview at a local mining complex to show his support and good will to the native population of the planet. It was there that he saw the brilliant flash that blinded him and the crew he was working with.*

*The ground trembled violent underneath his feet and when he gazed back in the direction of the source of the bright flash, he noticed a single mushroom cloud rising into the air above the city of Zion. Jason wanted to go back, but his crew and security detail refuse to allow him to go. It was some talk about his personal protection, but how could he worry about himself when millions of people, like the people who depended on him to grant them a better life, were dying in waves? After struggling with his own people in an attempt to get back to his city, Jason and to sit and watch as the second and third flash erupted over the city, ensuring complete and total destruction.*

*Now, Jason worked as a contruction laborer in the city of Fralideja and he hated it. He hated the fact that he was stuck rebuilding a city his own people destroyed when the Mustafarian Republic, the goverment that was followed by the Federation, assumed control over the system. Had his own people forgot about him, or was he just not high up in the ranks for them to care? There was a rumor going around that the governor of the state Zion resided in was left to die when the last nuclear payload was dropped over the city. If the Federation was unwilling to help out one of the most important people on the planet, why would Jason, a District Clerk, matter?*

*Jason currently lived within one of the several camps that were established by the Mustafarian Government to house those displaced by the global war. Thousands lived within these camps and Jason was luckly enough to have his own private chambers out on the edge Fralideja's borders. One morning, he rose from a restless night of sleep to find that there was a man standing at his door, or tent flap. Jason was a tall, middle aged human with a dark complextion. He was currently wearing a pair of sleepin pants and a plain white t-shirt.*

*Upon reaching the door, Jason noticed that the man standing outside of his tent wasn't really a man at all. Actually, it was a Mustafarian. If he recalled correctly from his studies on the race, it was a Southern Mustafarian. The alien was shorter than he was, but appeared to be built like a battle-tank. The creature was massive and if this was about to turn into a mugging, which was running rampant throughout the Refugee camps, Jason would have no chance in fighting the man. Carefully, the former clerk opened the flap and spoke.*

-Jason Noel-
"Can....can I help you, sir?"

*The large, but sort of short Mustafarian walked into the tent without even speaking a single word to the man who currently lived there. Jason was thinking about just making a break for it running for his life but where would he go? Instead, Jason watched the Mustafarian look around his living area for a moment before turning to face the dark skinned man.*

-Mustafarian-
"I saw your broadcasts on TV, Noel. You were an idol to all of us here in this city. Now, I'm offering you a chance to give you your life back and to make the Federation pay for leaving you here..."

-Jason Noel-
"I don't believe I know what you're talking about, Mr....?"

-Mustafarian-
"Just call me Zero. My real name is not important and does not pretain to what actions we need to take here. Do you have a moment to sit down and discuss the issue?"

-Jason Noel-
"....Do I have a choice in the matter...?"

*The short Mustafarian had a confused look upon his face when the question was asked by Noel. It appeared that he was taken back at the assumption that he was being forced to discuss such a 'touchy' topic. Clearing his throat, but still speaking roughly, he responded.*

-Zero-
"Of course you have a choice in the matter. If you rather stay out here in the Refugee camps and work until you're old and gray, I'll be on my way..."

*Noel moved in the way of the Southern Mustafarian, which only brought a slight smug smirk to the alien's face. Noel always found it creepy when one of them smiled at him. When 'Zero' turned and walked deeper into the private housing, Noel followed him and sat down on battered couch while the Mustafarian sat on a short stool. For a moment, the creature just studied Noel like how would would study a new discovery. After a few minutes of just being stared at, Noel began to feel uncomfortable and spoke out about it.*

-Jason Noel-
"...Did you want to discuss something or....?"

-Zero-
"Mmm. Sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment. Anyway, to the matter at hand. I know for a fact that you are Jason Noel of Zion. You ran for Clerk of the Eastern District right before the Civil War reduced your home to rubble. A city of millions was laid to waste in the matter of hours and your government, the so-called Federation of 'Mustafar', has failed to house the displaced citizens who suvived the war and bombings. I am a representative of the Mustafarian Conclave, the single authority that controls and is based within the city of Fralideja. We have taken it upon oursevles to house you all and keep you safe within our boarders while we rebuild the damage done to our city all those years ago. Our spies have discoveried something interesting information on the plans of the Federation and of the future of Mustafar itself. In three days time....the Federation plans to vacant the system completely and base their operations off world."

*Noel just stared at the Mustafarian as he spoke. The Federation planned to leave the planet behind? Why?! Jason had spent most of the last two years in service to the government and the leaders all of sudden plan to up and leave? What sense did that make? Noel felt sickness turning and bubbling within his stomach as he sat on his dirty and worn couch. He didn't want to believe it, but why would a random Mustafarian lie to a man that has nothing left to lose? His family was more than likely dead from the civil war. The goverment job he was running for within the ranks fo the Federation? Yeah, that no longer existed for all practical terms. Everything that made Noel who he was was destroyed when war reached the boaders of Zion. But if the Federation did plan to leave the planet of Mustafar behind, what did this mean for the people who remained? What would they do without a stable and sovereign government? While Noel stared at the ground with heavy thoughts and questions lingering within his mind, Zero cleared his voice and began to speak again.*

-Zero-
"When this information was obatined by my government, plans were set in motion to assume control of that defense station, the Victory, once they abandon it to relocate their govenment. If we can do this and secure our before the Federation attempts to expand their control back to this system, we can finally establish a Mustafarain controlled government. The first united state of Mustafar with a leader elected by the people and who will serve the people. Now here is my question for you: Since you have a way with words and can rally forces to our side, will you be willing to serve as the first leader of this Republic if you can help us secure the boarders of this system?"

*Noel just stared blankly at the Mustafarain that sat in front of him. What was he asking of him? To become a leader of an entire world? Jason always dreamed of becoming the Global Marshall of the Federation, but he imagined that would be years from now when he had far more experience as a politician. Now? He didn't know how to respond to the Mustafarian's offer. Of course, he wanted to accept it and take upon this new role, but would it be the wise thing to do in times such as these? While the Mustafarian kept a watchful gaze upon him, Noel gazed back in his direction and spoke.*

-Jason Noel-
"I don't understand what you're asking of me. I didn't even win the Clerk seat for the Eastern District. While I do support a Mustafarian operated government with no foreign oversight or control, I don't know if I'm the right one to seat the power of this sovereign state you're attempting to create? What makes you think I'm the one for this position?"

*Zero stared at Jason for a few moments and appeared to have something of a smile on his face. Again, Jason couldn't tell if it was a smile or a grim sneer, but hopefully the Mustafarian wouldn't stop out of the din because he wasted time on a simple human.*

-Zero-
"You are the only human we Mustafarians are willing to follow. You impressed us with your rallies and meetings when you were running for your first public office. We want you to lead us. Please accept this."

*For a time, Jason lowered his eyes and glanced down at the floor. He still doubted himself and didn't think he had what it took to run a global goverment. This wasn't just some city or even a state that was looking up to him. If he did this and began the leader of the state the Mustafarians were trying to impose, he would have the entire world looking up at him. Even though he was still afraid of what the outcome would be, nothing was keeping him from at least making an attempt to create a better Mustafar.*

-Jason Noel-
"....I accept. Let's get to work."

*During the five minutes that the man just stared at Davis without saying a word, the architect looked back down at his notes and continued to study the structure of the dome. The dome was meant to be build around the entire city, and be at a height of half a mile. He knew it was going to be a large undertaking to get the dome in place, but with the Mustafarians backing the project with their wealth, it could be done. When the man finally spoke, Davis looked up and stared at the man as if he forgotten he was even there.*

-Orion Davis-
"Hello sir. I have a feeling you're new to Mustafar. Might I interest you in a job?"

*Davis continued to eye the man carefully, as if he was trying to see if he was really hostile or not. He allowed a moment of silence to fill the gap between them while he glanced down at his project notes one last time. After finally understanding what he needed to do, I glanced back up to the stranger and responded.*

-Orion Davis-
"I'm on the look out for humans that can benefit the new Mustafarian Government that is about to be seated over this system. You may not want to work, but I leave the choice up to you. We are looking for people to join our ranks and to bring the men who caused the latest war to justice. Interested? It's very high paying..."