AN: First fanfiction. ^^ Just keep that in mind, please. Oh, and I own nothing. All George's.
Okay, here we go...
Trust, Love, and the Force
Time Period: Between ANH and ESB
Prologue
A young human woman walked purposefully through the crowded Rebel base, holding deactivated datapad in her hand. She was only a meager height of five feet, but carried an air of authority with her. Her hair was a dark chestnut, plaited and coiled into an intricate hairstyle that formed a French-braid hairband like a thick, brown halo. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, large, but weary. Her features were beautiful, but not the fairest you would find in the galaxy. Her face looked worn, but determined, the emotion in her face seeming much too old for her age. Premature lines were already hinting at the corner of her eyes, giving her a twenty-going on thirty-one look.
This woman's name was Leia Organa, better known as Princess Leia of Late Alderaan.
Having found her exit, she managed to side-step through the steady river of people with only a few 'excuse me's. She huddled into the alcove of the doorway, quickly palming the door open. Princess Leia smoothened out her white dress, looking around.
"Hey, Your Worship," came a low voice. The woman's mouth tightened as she turned to face the speaker.
He towered over the Princess, hazel eyes twinkling in slight mischief. He had brown, untidy hair with a handsome face. He had a slightly prominent brow line and a hard chin. He was not unusually tall, but was a good height, with a lanky, but muscular build. He smirked down at Leia, who glared coldly at him.
He was known as Captain Han Solo, smuggler and captain for the Rebellion.
"Hello, Captain," she said in a businesslike voice, smiling at another man behind him. "Hey Luke,"
Luke Skywalker was a young man with dirty-blond hair and sincere blue eyes. He was ever slightly shorter than his friend Han, with a bit of a lanky body. He smiled warmly at his friends, ever honest and innocent. One could even say he was a bit naive.
"Hi Leia," he grinned back, blushing slightly as she hugged him. He shoved his hands self-consciously in his pockets.
"How was the flight?" He had been on a flight with the Rogue Squadron, chasing away a few wandering Imperials.
"It was fine, don't worry," he assured her. "Han saved my backside a couple of times." Han shrugged in what he thought was modesty.
"Well then," Leia sat down on the crew rooms' couch. "We'll be doing more flying, for supplies." She activated the datapad, the blue light illuminating her face. Luke sat beside her, leaning over to look and Han stood behind them, peering over the young princess's shoulder.
"Where to?" Han asked, perching himself on the back of the couch.
"The Gorrian System," Leia responded, scrolling down the words. "'Says here that there hasn't been any Imperial activity as in fighters or Star Destroyers, but we should be careful anyways. The aliens are a bit hostile to outsiders." she explained promptly.
"'Been there once on a smuggling mission for ship parts," Han put in, running a hand through his hair. "Like you said, they're not exactly friendly."
"So is it just us?" Luke asked.
"And Chewbacca, yes," Leia confirmed. She turned to Han, her voice turning clipped. "The Council asked for you specifically for your experience and your freighter. I hope this is okay with you?" Princess Leia's look was icy and calculating. Han smirked lopsidedly.
"I have a feeling someone else had a hand in this-"
"Well is it?" Leia asked impatiently. "I don't have time for your pointless rambling." Han frowned.
"As long as I'm paid good and proper, I'm fine," he declared, grumbling slightly. Leia stood up abruptly, clenching her datapad.
"Well then, like I said, if it's money you want, that's what you'll receive," she felt awfully tempted to say 'and nothing else'. She turned to Luke, nodding briskly. "I'll see you and Captain Solo at 8 o'clock tomorrow, sharp."
And with that, she walked out of the door, melting into the mainstream of people outside. Han shook his head, swinging his legs off of the couch.
"She must've had a bad day to be so riled up, huh?" he muttered. "Kid?" Luke was staring off into space, thinking with a small smile on his face. Han didn't like that un-Luke like, mischievous look.
"Oh, yeah, probably." his voice sounded distracted. "Look, I promised to hang out with the Rogue Squadron, so I'll see you later." Han waved him away.
"See ya kid," he muttered as the door slid closed. He sat alone in the room, wondering vaguely what Luke was up to.
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