Princess Leia Organa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
borntorebel) wrote2014-07-31 01:59 pm
borntorebel) wrote2014-07-31 01:59 pm
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✧ Second Rebellion ✧
Action - Locked to House 46
[The smell of rotting flesh was heavy in the air. The moans and groans of the injured and dying cut through the silence with a despair that Leia couldn't remember actually being so close to. All she knew was that she had to get the baby in her arms to some place safe so that she could help the child's mother.
Luke and Han... She'd come with them both. It was a mission of peace to help these poor people who'd been attacked by the Third Party. She couldn't see either of them anywhere. In fact, all of the people she'd seen from the Luceti enclosure were just gone.
And the area was silent again, aside from the sound of the child she carried. It made a low mewling, reminding Leia of a cat, that quickly turned into the sound of a familiar and dreaded ventilator. She looked down at her arms, realizing with horror that she was carrying a miniature Darth Vader that clung to her as she tried to throw it from her on reflex.
"Mother..."]
NO! [Leia sat up, soaked in sweat as she tried to remember the dream she'd just woken up from. Pagoda...a child...Darth Vader...The same nightmare she'd had since she'd returned to her brother's home in the Luceti enclosure.] Of course...
[She looked over at the empty space next to her on the large bed and sighed. The person who was supposed to be there was probably tossing and turning out on the terribly uncomfortable couch in the living room. It had been two weeks since he'd been there and she was starting to cave, but she'd tell him in the morning. Reconciling would require yelling, and she was still very tired.
With an exhausted yawn, she laid back down and closed her eyes, falling back to sleep nearly immediately. Only to find that she was stuck in a very familiar dream. The Death Star, Moff Tarkin and Vader all before the beautiful image of Alderaan seconds before it was blown out of the galaxy, along with everything she'd known in her life.
Instead of waking up with a scream from this one, Leia knew she had tears streaming down her face. She knew because the ache in her chest meant that her heart still existed. She was never going to go back to sleep, not when she could see the sun starting to rise out over the horizon from the window. So, with a stifled sob, she wiped at her face and headed towards the kitchen, looking for something warm to drink.]
Voice- Later in the day (Locked from House 46 residents)
Hello everyone. This might seem like a strange request, but I am looking for someone who is skilled in cooking who'd be willing to teach me and a friend. Perhaps two or three times a week in the afternoons?
[The smell of rotting flesh was heavy in the air. The moans and groans of the injured and dying cut through the silence with a despair that Leia couldn't remember actually being so close to. All she knew was that she had to get the baby in her arms to some place safe so that she could help the child's mother.
Luke and Han... She'd come with them both. It was a mission of peace to help these poor people who'd been attacked by the Third Party. She couldn't see either of them anywhere. In fact, all of the people she'd seen from the Luceti enclosure were just gone.
And the area was silent again, aside from the sound of the child she carried. It made a low mewling, reminding Leia of a cat, that quickly turned into the sound of a familiar and dreaded ventilator. She looked down at her arms, realizing with horror that she was carrying a miniature Darth Vader that clung to her as she tried to throw it from her on reflex.
"Mother..."]
NO! [Leia sat up, soaked in sweat as she tried to remember the dream she'd just woken up from. Pagoda...a child...Darth Vader...The same nightmare she'd had since she'd returned to her brother's home in the Luceti enclosure.] Of course...
[She looked over at the empty space next to her on the large bed and sighed. The person who was supposed to be there was probably tossing and turning out on the terribly uncomfortable couch in the living room. It had been two weeks since he'd been there and she was starting to cave, but she'd tell him in the morning. Reconciling would require yelling, and she was still very tired.
With an exhausted yawn, she laid back down and closed her eyes, falling back to sleep nearly immediately. Only to find that she was stuck in a very familiar dream. The Death Star, Moff Tarkin and Vader all before the beautiful image of Alderaan seconds before it was blown out of the galaxy, along with everything she'd known in her life.
Instead of waking up with a scream from this one, Leia knew she had tears streaming down her face. She knew because the ache in her chest meant that her heart still existed. She was never going to go back to sleep, not when she could see the sun starting to rise out over the horizon from the window. So, with a stifled sob, she wiped at her face and headed towards the kitchen, looking for something warm to drink.]
Voice- Later in the day (Locked from House 46 residents)
Hello everyone. This might seem like a strange request, but I am looking for someone who is skilled in cooking who'd be willing to teach me and a friend. Perhaps two or three times a week in the afternoons?
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( It's important Leia knows that - even if it might seem strange and distant. )
You were better protected than Luke. I understand why Obi-Wan watched over him.
If there were two of him, I'm sure he would have watched over you too.
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Luke needed him more than I did. I grew up under a lot of eyes anyway.
Obi-Wan Kenobi has the distinction of being friends with both of my fathers. That list is very short.
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I never meant for your life to be so hard.
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When I began showing signs of rebellion, she just frowned severely at me, but she didn't stop me either. Not that I think she could've at that point.
[It's easier to talk about her life on Alderaan now after all this time. When she'd shared some of these stories with Han, she'd cried noiselessly and he'd resorted to distracting her to make her stop. He's gotten better at handling her distress over time.]
Luke had it much worse. I've heard the stories about Tattooine.
Sorry this is late. <3
( Which brings her pride and fond exasperation. )
Leia, Queen Breha is your adoptive mother. You don't need to censure yourself around me. I know I didn't raise you.
( And, frankly, she thinks Breha did a beautiful job in her stead. )
Tattooine has always been a harsher place. Anakin's mother spent her life there...and she died there.
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[Leia looks pointedly at the living room, where Han is still shifting around on the couch miserably.]
I evidently marry him.
My parents...It is complicated, Mother. I've always known that Breha wasn't my birth mother, but she loved me very much. And not loving her wasn't really something that I ever considered either.
It's just...all very strange sometimes.