The ground shook upon Tantive IV as another blast hit it. The Executor was coming in close to the ship it had tracked and taken as it's prey. People onboard the Tantive ship were in distress as the ship got caught in the tractor beam. Rebel soldiers lined up at the door, taking their posisions for defence while the princesses rushed to hide the Death Star plans.

"...This is our most desperate hour; help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, your my only hope." Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan finished recording the message in the little droid. She turned towards her 7-year-old adopted sister, Charity Organa, as she heard the sounds of footsteps that could only come from storm trooper, come nearer.

"Listen Charity you have got to make sure this little droid makes it to the escape pods okay? You get in one as well. They won't sit still unless they have one of us so I have to stay here but you go and get somewhere safe okay?"

"Leia," the younger one responded "we both know that they know both of us are on here and will hunt me down as well. Even if they didn't, they would still detect a life-form on the escape pod and hunt it down. That would be endangering the mission. I have to stay here with you and we both can not go near the escape pods because that would be leading them right to the droids. My duty is to you, to this mission, to Alderaan, and to the rebellion. If I leave then I would not be able to do my duty."

Leia looked at Charity with soft, sad eyes, "When did you get so grown up and responsible? Alright, I agree, you have to come with me." She turned to the droid " You have to make sure to get those plans to Jedi Kenobi and the rebellion. That, no matter what, is your number one priority."

The droid beeped a little response before heading off in the opposite direction as fast as his little wheels could go. The two girls watched him until he was out of sight and turned to face the storm troopers coming around the corner.

"There they are, set your wepons for stun," commanded a trooper.

Leia handed her sister a gun and they both started shooting. By the time six troopers were down, Leia was stunned in the back.

"Leia!" Charity shrieked in suprise. She stopped shooting for one moment as she screamed and that moment was all the troopers needed. She was stunned. She had one last thought before sunk into the black world of unconsciousness.

'What's going to happen to me now?'

Charity woke up on the cold metal floor in a dark cell. Pushing herself up to a sit, she scanned around the room, eyes adjusting to the light. She saw a metal bed and sat on it. She knew that she was going to be interugated and tortured for information but didn't know when. She started to absent mindedly hum a tune to a song that she remembered her mother singing when she was little.

She was adopted pretty much the day after she was born. She can't remember anything of her mother but that she had soft brown hair, a gentle touch, and that she hummed the tune to that song. She never knew why she was given up. She didn't mind it, she had a better life as Charity Organa than she probably could have had as Charity Something-Or-Other.

Charity think that while she doesn't remember her mother's face she does remember that she was very young. Not like 16 or 17 but 12 or 13. She thinks that she was too much for someone of that age to handle. She also is pretty sure that she is a mistake. Weather she was just some carless mistake or the unwanted product of a rape, she was sure that she was a mistake.

It was nice to dream though. That maybe something happened that made the mother and father unable to take care of her. That someone loved her. She knew that the Organas loved her but it wasn't the same. She always had this emptyness around her. It mostly went away when she was with Leia though. They were as close as sisters could get.

Her thoughts were interupted by the door opening. She looked up to see stormtroopers start to head into her cell but they were stopped by a deep macanic voice.

"No, I will deal with her myself."

The troopers left and the owner of the voice stepped in decked in his dark armor. The door slammed shut. She was in a room with just her torturer. She was in a place that was most people's worst nightmare.

Alone. With Darth Vader.

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*I do NOT own Star wars :( I only own Charity and the story line adjustment that go with my story.