Princess Leia Organa, Commander of the Rebellion and Alderaan Senator.
Eyes: Brown. Hair: Brown.
Five foot, one inches. One hundred fifty-five centimetres. One hundred eighteen pounds. Fifty-four kilograms.
Foot Size-
Leia glared daggers at the mousy little woman behind the glass, who was reading private information from a slim electronic tablet. A faceless horde of suited men and women gathered behind mouse-face, gobbling up Leia's titles and measurements like vultures surrounding a carcass.
...Skilled in shooting and combat, diplomacy, and control of operations.
Leia's brain throbbed foggily, unable to process her situation. She felt restraint on her wrists, abdomen, and ankles, but not in a traditional metal shackle form. She was seated on an exceptionally uncomfortable metal throne. For the love of Alderaan, she couldn't seem to remember where she was nor anything that had happened recently; she only knew that she had woken up in this peculiar white room, alone and separated from her captors by a thick screen of glass.
She thought of Han, Luke, and Chewie, but couldn't seem to summon their faces to mind, or remember anything that had happened after the battle of Endor.
Leia wanted to scream and pull herself free of her restraints. She longed desperately to escape this horrible, unfamiliar place. She busied herself with trying to squeeze her left hand out from under the thin coils of light that bound her wrist to the throne's arm. Swearing quietly, she wriggled her wrist in a weak attempt at freedom.
She was interrupted mid-curse by a sudden swooshing sound. She didn't move her head, but glared up through her lashes at the left side of the room, where a large opening had appeared. Mouse-woman and a bushy-haired man with glasses stepped into the blinding light. The woman stopped at the door, still clutching her tablet device, but the man came forward to stand beside Leia's throne.
He cleared his throat, and spoke in a calm, guttural drawl. "Hello, your highness. I apologize for the harsh accommodation. If you promise to listen and cooperate, we can dispense with the restraint and bring you up to speed in a more civilized manner. I assure you, we will explain everything."
Leia said nothing, and bore the man a cold, unflinching stare.
He didn't seem to acknowledge her apprehension, and piped a quick exclamation of "Wonderful!", before proceeding to tap a device on his wrist, which dissolved Leia's bonds.
Gratefully, Leia stood, observing slight scorch marks on her wrists. She still maintained a hostile stance toward her company.
"Are you with the empire?" She growled quickly.
The man shook his head and smiled, seeming to exhibit a skip in his step as he turned to exit the white room. Unsure what to do next, Leia followed.
The mouse woman departed their company quickly, veering away down a dark hallway. That left Leia alone with the strange man, for a time. She contemplated whether it was possible to overwhelm him and attempt escape, but her fogginess and confusion prevented her from doing so. She had no idea where she was, after all. He led her silently through an unending complex of silent, empty hallways.
For the first time, Leia noted what she was wearing- an unfamiliar work suit-like number which was reminiscent of her uniform on Hoth, but in a dark grey. Her hair was done up in her signature crown braid, wrapping around her head demurely. However, the braid was tighter and more precise than she would typically have done herself in her rushed mornings back on base, therefore she concluded that it was the work of someone else's hands. A strange thought. Leia mused to herself. While I was unconsciously bound to my throne, someone did my hair.
Eventually, Leia's ponderings were interrupted by her companion.
"So, your highness...do you have any idea where we are?"
"Not in the slightest." she muttered back unhappily.
"Well, we aren't on a spaceship, if that reassures you. We are, in fact, on a planet; the empire is not at all nearby."
Leia was reassured by that fact, but said nothing. She was still in the dark in terms of her captors' intentions. Good or bad, it was difficult to say with no information whatsoever to go on.
Leia and the glasses-man arrived at the foot of a tall metal staircase.
He stepped aside and gestured for her to ascend. "Everything will become clear after you speak to Paxton and Romanoff." He noted with a wink.
"May the force be with you!" he added excitedly as Leia ascended toward answers. She rolled her eyes.