It had taken Zora a few days to completely recover, she and Kiba were on their way back to the Main Warship. Zora sat in the copilots chair, her knees pulled up to her chest, in an incredibly un-princess like manner. The stars from the systems that sped past the window were reflected in Zora's eyes.  No matter how long Zora spent staring at the stars, she still found something new about them. 

  All Zora really wanted to do was order Kiba to steer the ship as far away from the Galra as possible. Live on some remote world for the rest of her life, enjoy the peace. That's all she wanted. But she knew she couldn't, and she never would. The Galra empire was her responsibility. All of the worlds in it depended on her to somehow fix this horrible situation. And she wasn't sure she could.

 The transport beeped loudly as it was docked into the Main Galra warship. Zora blinked several times to clear her head, and then stood. She followed Kiba out of the transport and into the warship. 

 Zora stopped walking after a few feet, not turning toward her chambers, "Kiba, we're going to see The Emperor."

"Of Course Princess. As you command."

 Zora walked swiftly down the halls, straight down to the Medical bay. A small beacon of hope flickered within Zora that her father would be awake.

But he wasn't.

 Emperor Zarkon was still unconscious, surrounded by a Field of the Druids healing energy. The slight rise and fall of his chest was the only indication that her Father was alive. She'd heal him, she'd find a way to save her father. Then Zora would fine a way to heal the Galra Empire, she'd save everyone. Or die trying.