(Nissa) The Mon Calamari and Taanab fleets, in addition to a few other oddended vessels, float quietly in formation. They are, perhaps, on the very, very outskirts of the Fayron system, but there is nothing to be seen. The darkness of space is all that can be viewed, all around them the silver, blue, and red pinpricks of millions of stars. Curled in one of the chairs on the bridge, Nissa looks out over consoles and the crew, resting her head against a hand. Her voice lowers as she turns her head a little, inclining her ear to Graham. You think of Rena ... They will return. They will return.