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Hearing the door open, Padme turns her head to the side just a bit, not able to see the person who had entered but enough to acknowledge them. “If Leia sent you, you can tell her that I’m in no mood to entertain.”
At this point, he really shouldn’t be surprised by Rey’s abilities. Still, his brows shoot upwards as he watches her move the destroyed fighter out of their way, his hands set on his hips.
“... Remind me to never piss you off.”
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Just a small group of rebels aboard a hunk of junk. That was all that was left of her Resistance. Leia held back a sigh. They would all look to her now, again, to lead them through this dark time. Wasn’t it time someone else took the helm? She’d wanted to retire before all this...before the First Order had made that impossible. Would these people never stop stealing from her?
Still, there was at least one other to give the galaxy hope. Leia glanced back towards Rey, who had seated herself in the back of the Falcon’s main room, away from the crowds. Leia wondered at that. She had spoken with Rey earlier, but her words didn’t seem to have calmed the girl’s heart. Much as Leia sometimes wished she couldn’t feel so damn much, there was no way to not sense Rey’s feelings. Like on D’Qar, they radiated off her in waves. Rey was untrained still, and her feelings as much an open book as...well.
Leia had told Chewie to chart a course to Naboo. The Naberrie home, Leia’s by right, would serve as a suitable hideout for a little while. Naboo had never been terribly overrun by the Empire, and there was no reports that the First Order had ever given the planet a second thought. Leia didn’t imagine they’d have much interest. Naboo wasn’t known for its industrial resources. Besides, they’d be hiding in plain sight. The Outer Rim was too obvious- everyone went there to hide.
With that thought in mind, the glowing blue streaks of hyperspace slowed to a stop, and the large blue planet appeared in front of the cockpit windows. Leia nodded at Chewie. Prepare for landing. He had the coordinates. For now, Leia rose from her seat- she needed to speak to Rey again.
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They had been staying on Naboo for a few weeks now, Leia sending out her remaining rebels on various stealth missions and recruitment campaigns. Ground support was beginning to resurface- the galaxy hadn’t lost all its hope, in the end. Meanwhile, Leia was bound to the planet’s surface while she recovered from her injuries.
It gave her more time than she’d like to sit and think. She had tried to spend most of it coming up with strategies and talking future plans with her commanders and admirals, but even that couldn’t take up entire days.
So far too much of her time had been spent “resting”, which had really come to mean contemplating the many things she’d rather not think about. But they were never far from her mind- Han, Ben, Luke, Amilyn- everyone she had lost. Sometimes she felt she’d collapse under the weight of it, if not for the cane keeping her standing.
There was, however, one other duty that could occasionally keep her mind occupied- and it was the one occupying her tonight. Somehow, in a very short span of time, Leia had found herself rather resigned to the reality that Rey, for all her incredible powers and bravery, was in desperate need of parenting.
It was not the first time Leia had found herself at the bedside of the young Jedi, nor did she expect it would be the last. They had grown familiar enough with one another that it no longer seemed at all strange or inappropriate to be this close- Leia sitting with her arm around Rey’s shoulder, holding her hand as she cried- she had long ceased being the general around Rey. She was something else now, something she didn’t quite want to name while thoughts of Ben still whirled around in her head.
What was different tonight, however, were the words that came tumbling from Rey’s mouth.
“What?”
TRANSMISSION INCOMING FROM @cxmeback: “I don’t want to talk to you right now.” FROM THIS ANGST MEME ! CURRENTLY ACCEPTING !
IT WASN’T AS THOUGH HE WANTED TO TALK TO HER , NOW , EITHER . but that was the BEAUTY of their bond , he supposes . neither wanted to see the other , being on opposite sides of this war . and yet , at the least opportune times , they stood before one another , ready to strike the other down . but sometimes , they would TALK like old friends . what else was there to do in this situation ? when the fighting grew old , their talks grew frequent , placing CONFUSION in ren’s mind . what was this relationship , anyway ? ren pulled rey toward the dark , rey pulled ren toward the light . neither were successful , and yet , they continued . they were neither friends nor enemies at this point , and that was what infuriated him the most . nonetheless , ren runs his fingers through his hair and grunts , irritated that their bond decided it was time for a conversation . “ i don’t want to talk to you , either , but it is what it is . we have to make the BEST of our bond if it’s going to interrupt our lives constantly , don’t you think ? ”
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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS | accepting
50: our muses in a space ship plane crash.
It was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission. Get in, get the information, get out. Leia had done thousands of missions like it, rarely without much trouble. At this point, she’d assumed she was good enough to not get caught.
Not so, apparently, as they’d not only been spotted, but pursued. Rey, who had come because her Force abilities were stronger than Leia’s, took control of the guns. Leia was no Han Solo, but she could pilot a ship in a pinch. And right now, they were definitely in a pinch.
“Stay on target!” she shouted over the roar of the TIE fighters chasing them. “We need to lose them before we get out of the atmosphere!” It wasn’t looking likely at this point- Leia couldn’t even see stars yet, she was still surrounded by the blue sky of the planet’s atmosphere.
It would only take the right move to get away. But they never had time.
The shot hit the wing of their fighter, blowing it clean off. There was no time to react- Leia swerved the ship to the right, but it was off balance, it couldn’t fly with no wing- they were going to crash.
She tilted the nose up as best she could, trying to soften the blow before they hit, but she barely had time to yell out for Rey when the ground rushed up to meet them. There was a loud sound of metal crunching up against earth before everything went dark.
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16. A memory that makes them angry
Leia Organa had had a lot to be angry about over the course of her life. Never mind how irritating her husband was, or how annoying the Senate. There’d been plenty worse than that to keep her enraged.
But the angriest she’d ever been, undoubtedly, was the Death Star.
Everything about it, really. Everything it represented. Being captured and discovered as a spy. Torture, imprisonment. That dark, leering, mechanical face in front of hers, demanding information and seeing right through her lies.
I’m a member of the Imperial Senate.
He’d known instantly. Yet he hadn’t known who she was? Or had he? Had he been so monstrous, so cruel and inhumane as to torture his own flesh and blood? To order her execution?
And it would have happened, if not for Luke and Han. She might have accepted it, too. Resigned herself to her fate, knowing she’d done all she could for the Rebellion- knowing it hadn’t saved her family. It may have even led to their demise.
For that was what angered her most, above all else, and was the crime she’d never be able to forgive. Luke could forgive him, sure, but Luke hadn’t stood there while the orders were given.
Luke hadn’t been tricked into giving a false location of the rebel base, thinking she had outsmarted him.
Luke hadn’t been held down while that death machine roared to life.
Luke hadn’t been helpless, forced to stare as the explosion blinded her vision.
Luke hadn’t felt it, the dying screams of her people. He hadn’t felt the moment the light went out.
Luke hadn’t lost his entire world in an instant.
Luke hadn’t wanted him dead ever since.
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