alderaanorgana:
skywalkergenerations:
Perhaps the Death Star wasn’t the best of places for his teenage daughter to be. He had seen how some of his generals had looked at her, the piece of his past as Anakin Skywalker that he hadn’t been able to part with when he’d found her. Not even after she had started growing and he had started to see more and more of her mother in her features.
But he refused to leave her behind or allow her to be taken from him.
“As soon as we can retrieve the plans the Rebels have stolen, we’ll be able to return home.“
“And when will that be?” Leia asked, as she continued to walk beside her father. Leia wanted to be useful to prove to everyone, including her father, that she was not a child anymore.
“Send me to get the plans back, I’ll use an assumed name and get the rebels to trust me, then we can go home.”
“We’re working on that now. It seems someone stowed them away inside of a droid.” A droid that had once been a faithful companion to him during the Clone Wars before Mustafar. He tried not to think about that aspect. Droids could serve many masters in their time before they were decommissioned.
“I don’t want to risk you.“

















