The girl turned the corner, extremely cautious of her surroundings. She internally cursed at the loud noise her boots made on the floor with each step. The Alderaanian princess slowed to a stop and looked all around her. Throwing off her hood, she set her blaster on 'kill'. The two Stormtroopers entering the corridor were accompanied by a tall, handsome man in an Imperial military uniform. She held her breath, hoping they wouldn't notice her.

One of the Stormtroopers turned her way and saw her instantly. He pointed in her direction. He spoke in a monotone voice, filtered by the helmet; "Look, there's one. Set for stun,"

Kriff.

He raised his blaster and pointed it at Leia's forehead. Before he could shoot, a red bolt shot out of the princess' gun, nailing the Imp square in the chest. She ran to the other side of the wall to take cover. Blue blaster bolts rained above her head. She made three quick shots at the two remaining Imps before cowering back against the wall; Organa got the Stormtrooper but missed the commander.

She gasped as the man's gloved hand wrapped around her arm. His grip was gentle yet firm. "Listen to me, Your Highness," Her wide brown eyes searched his face, unsure about what to think of him. He's just a filthy Imp, Leia. He's like all the others.

"Let go of me," Leia choked out, trying to jerk her arm away. She felt hot tears welling up in her eyes. Be strong, Leia.

"I don't wanna hurt you," He began slowly, helping her stand up. "Just do as I tell you, and everything will be okay. You got that?" She nodded fractionally, practically paralysed. "Good. Now, come with me," He started walking briskly down the corridor with the princess in tow.

"What are you going to do with me?" The girl asked hoarsely, wishing he'd let her go. His fingers dug into her arm; it didn't hurt very much, but she couldn't stand the thought of being touched by an Imp.

"I'm afraid that's not up to me,"

She swallowed hard. She was afraid that she already knew the answer, but she couldn't stop the question from escaping her lips. "Who is it up to?"

"Darth Vader."

On the way, Leia had learned that the commander's name was Han Solo. He was from Corellia, and had been in the Imperial military for the past ten years. She figured he was around twenty-five years old, so he must have joined the military right after he finished high school.

The walk seemed never-ending. Countless Imperials walked by, all of them sending the princess dirty looks. Each one made her more and more annoyed. All of the Rebels on her ship were dead. She only hoped that Threepio and Artoo escaped; they had the plans necessary for the Alliance to gain a victory.

The girl fidgeted with the handcuffs Han had put around her wrists. She silently pleaded that they'd almost reach their destination; she couldn't stand being surrounded by all of these Imps.

"Darth Vader," She called as her and Commander Solo approached the helmeted figure. "Only you could be so bold," She shook her head at him, trying to stay confident. "The Imperial Senate will not sit still for this. When they hear you've attacked a diplomatic mission-"

"Don't act so surprised, Your Highness," Vader snapped, his voice booming in the small corridor. "You weren't on any mercy mission this time. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by rebel spies. I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you,"

Her heart dropped. Feigning innocence, she fired back, "I don't know what you're talking about. I am a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan-"

"You are part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor!" He waved his hand dismissively. "Commander Solo; take her away!"

He nodded curtly and grabbed Leia on the arm again. "Yes, my lord."

Leia wasn't exactly sure when they made the jump to hyperspace in Vader's flagship, but she knew that now, there was no going back. She paced around the small quarters Solo had given her, wondering what they would do to her. Interrogations, no doubt. But would they torture her? Kill her?

No, she was much too valuable to kill. She was strong though; if they tortured her, she still wouldn't give them any information about the Alliance. Come to think of it, so what if they killed her? The Alliance would be safe without her in the picture.

She heard a knock at the door, snapping her back into reality. Out of habit, the princess reached for her blaster. She cursed when she remembered where she was. Slowly, Organa made her way to the door. "Who is it?" She demanded, pressing her ear against the door.

"It's Commander Solo, Your Highness," He replied smoothly. "I'm here to inform you that we've reached our destination. If you'd kindly open up the door so I can take you to your new quarters-"

"Only if you tell me where we are," She interrupted, her tone insistent.

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me," She held her chin high and crossed her arms over her chest. She leaned against the door and waited for a response. "Don't you think I have a right to know?"

He sighed and cursed under his breath, bringing a small smirk to the princess' face. She knew that she won this round. "We're boarding the Death Star."