Mini Nano, Day 11
Nov. 12th, 2014 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriTaking a deep breath as she waits for the doors to open in front of her, Leia glances at the young man beside her who had distracted the Imperials at the last moment - had distracted her father as he chased her across the surface of the Death Star, intent on stopping her from destroying his Empire's greatest weapon. A boy, strong in the Force, blond and desert-tan. Come from Tatooine, she'd heard, with his friend to join the Rebellion.
She wonders for a moment if he'd heard of Obi-Wan, but mentally shakes her head, turning her attention back to the great doors that are sliding open to reveal a hall full of uniformed pilots and other personnel, standing in ranks for this ceremony. A hero's accolades and honors to be given to the daughter of the Rebellion's worst enemy - a role that Leia isn't even certain she fills. Her aim had been only to strike a blow in the dangerous game of cat and mouse she's been playing with her father for the last three years, after all.
Taking another deep breath, she steps forward in sync with the boy, feeling the barely constrained joy of the rebels in the Force. It's almost enough to make her believe that she can be seen as a hero. Certainly enough to keep her head held high as she mounts the steps to where the leaders of the Rebellion wait.
Queen Breha of Alderaan, who has lost daughter, husband, and world to the Empire. Captain Solo, defector from the Imperial Fleet and one of those who Leia had been sent after before she broke openly from her father. Mon Mothma, former senator of Chandrila before the Emperor had dissolved the Senate. And a man she doesn't recognize, in the robes of the old Jedi Order, whose Force-presence is warm against her mind.
I've waited a long time to meet you again, Leia.
She keeps her attention on the smiling Breha from long practice at ignoring whispers even as she wonders who the man is that he might have met her before. There are so few she has met before, and none that she recalls who have such a warm presence. Her father's acolytes and the Emperor's Inquisitors all have the same cold feel to them that she associates with the Dark Side.
Who are you?
Leia ducks her head as Breha brings the first of the medals to her, settling the wide ribbon neatly around her neck. Lifting her head, she takes a moment to look at the Jedi again, studying his face to try placing him within her memory. It evokes nothing, not even the faintest glimmer of recognition.
You already know my name, even if you don't know me.
Beside her, the boy ducks to receive his own medal, and Leia focuses on the ceremony again as she wrestles with the uncertain thought that the Jedi is probably Obi-Wan Kenobi. Her Master's last apprentice when he'd lived, and the man her father hates above almost all others - only Emperor Palpatine has earned a greater share of his hatred. Leia's own feelings on the man are far more conflicted, having tales from both her Master and her father about him.
Turning in unison with the boy - she has to find out his name, indeed should have before this - Leia faces the men and women who have risked far more than she has to bring the Empire down. Their applause feels strange to accept, though she smiles through it. All she wants to do right now is leave, to return to her stolen fighter and hide in the cockpit, not accept the congratulations and good wishes of men and women she doesn't even know.
She wonders for a moment if he'd heard of Obi-Wan, but mentally shakes her head, turning her attention back to the great doors that are sliding open to reveal a hall full of uniformed pilots and other personnel, standing in ranks for this ceremony. A hero's accolades and honors to be given to the daughter of the Rebellion's worst enemy - a role that Leia isn't even certain she fills. Her aim had been only to strike a blow in the dangerous game of cat and mouse she's been playing with her father for the last three years, after all.
Taking another deep breath, she steps forward in sync with the boy, feeling the barely constrained joy of the rebels in the Force. It's almost enough to make her believe that she can be seen as a hero. Certainly enough to keep her head held high as she mounts the steps to where the leaders of the Rebellion wait.
Queen Breha of Alderaan, who has lost daughter, husband, and world to the Empire. Captain Solo, defector from the Imperial Fleet and one of those who Leia had been sent after before she broke openly from her father. Mon Mothma, former senator of Chandrila before the Emperor had dissolved the Senate. And a man she doesn't recognize, in the robes of the old Jedi Order, whose Force-presence is warm against her mind.
I've waited a long time to meet you again, Leia.
She keeps her attention on the smiling Breha from long practice at ignoring whispers even as she wonders who the man is that he might have met her before. There are so few she has met before, and none that she recalls who have such a warm presence. Her father's acolytes and the Emperor's Inquisitors all have the same cold feel to them that she associates with the Dark Side.
Who are you?
Leia ducks her head as Breha brings the first of the medals to her, settling the wide ribbon neatly around her neck. Lifting her head, she takes a moment to look at the Jedi again, studying his face to try placing him within her memory. It evokes nothing, not even the faintest glimmer of recognition.
You already know my name, even if you don't know me.
Beside her, the boy ducks to receive his own medal, and Leia focuses on the ceremony again as she wrestles with the uncertain thought that the Jedi is probably Obi-Wan Kenobi. Her Master's last apprentice when he'd lived, and the man her father hates above almost all others - only Emperor Palpatine has earned a greater share of his hatred. Leia's own feelings on the man are far more conflicted, having tales from both her Master and her father about him.
Turning in unison with the boy - she has to find out his name, indeed should have before this - Leia faces the men and women who have risked far more than she has to bring the Empire down. Their applause feels strange to accept, though she smiles through it. All she wants to do right now is leave, to return to her stolen fighter and hide in the cockpit, not accept the congratulations and good wishes of men and women she doesn't even know.