Leia stood before the viewport on the medical frigate, leaning against Luke as they watched the Falcon disappear into the stars. "We'll find him," Luke said as he slipped his arm around her shoulders ( Read more... )

Luke had gone missing in the icy wastelands of Hoth, and Leia had been frantic with worry. Fortunately, Han had found him and kept him alive, giving her another reason to be grateful for his continued presence.

( But she was positive he'd do something to ruin her good will within a short time. )

Leia wasn't sure what made her pick up Luke's lightsaber. Pure desperation, she supposed, since she didn't have a clue how to use it. She knew she'd be a Jedi some time in the future, but even in Fandom she'd been too busy with reports from the rebellion and locating safe bases and troop movements and finding resources to insist on being trained ( Read more... )

The ancient temple throne room had been cleared of creeping jungle growth and debris, and it was perfect for the celebration to honor the heroes of the Battle of Yavin. For the first time in thousands of years the spacious chamber was full. Hundreds of rebel troops and technicians stood assembled now on the old stone floor, all of them still ( Read more... )

The escape from the detention cell had involved almost being crushed to death in a trash compactor, fleeing from stormtroopers, and swinging over seemingly bottomless service shaft (after a quick kiss on Luke's cheek for luck). When they'd finally reached the ship, she stopped short when she saw the Falcon. She knew that ship. Family heirloom, ( Read more... )

After the destruction of Alderaan, Leia had been taken back to her cell. She had the small satisfaction of knowing she'd sent them on a pointless search for the rebel base, but that was little comfort. Faces flashed through her mind whenever she closed her eyes as she lay on the cold, hard bench. Bail, Breha, Winter. Her heart ached for them ( Read more... )