A rather silly idea popped into my head on the way back from school.
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Star-What?!
By Cinquain
"A new assignment."
General Rieekan switched the holoview on and the colored display hissed on. A relatively large planet came into view; very non-descriptively full of life world with brown, green and white continents and rich, blue seas.
"9932-4, or as it is known by the beings that inhabit it, Earth. Our first inter-galactic reach out, and we decided on this one because it happens to have intelligent humans evolved on it." the General debriefed curtly.
"How can that be?" Han Solo leaned forwards, frowning.
"A colony of primitive pre-sapiens came to Earth, but the differing conditions caused them to evolve at a much slower rate than us. So at this period their latest inventions are handheld computing devices, which they affectionately call 'smartphones'." Rieekan continued.
"As opposed to 'dumb-phones'?" Janson sniggered in the back row. Mon Mothma shot the Rogues a dark glare and they fell silent immediately.
"So what is the plan?" Luke asked calmly.
"Well, there are a few reasons of our decision. First of all, there is something suspicious about how similarly Earth and our galaxy has evolved. We suspect that there has been involvement from our galaxy, not just after the ancient colonists moved in hundreds of years ago. And, secondly, if the remnants of the Empire capture the planet, well that's just another 7 billion possible New Republic supporters brainwashed." Rieekan winced. Leia's face was blank, Han's skeptical, but Luke's eyes twinkled in interest.
"There ought to be some Force-sensitives on the planet," he mused out loud. Mon Mothma addressed him.
"Be careful, Jedi Skywalker. These people likely have no idea of our own existence. They may not take your abilities well at first."
"Of course," Luke nodded, but he still looked happy. "How wonderful it will be to take students untainted by our past..."
"Back to the topic," Rieekan continued. "We will need only a few ambassadors to take the trip: we don't want them to feel like they are being taken over or attacked. We have been trying to decide who should go; this is why we have gathered-"
"I'll go."
The room's attention turned, surprised, to Leia Organa Solo. Mon Mothma stared at her in disbelief.
"As Chief of State, this is putting our whole Republic at risk, and..." the old man winced, speaking in a lower tone meant for only her ears. "Lelila, we can't afford to lose you."
"I want to explore this possibility firsthand," the former princess said firmly. "I think it would be very esteeming for our image if the leader of the galaxy came to visit."
"Too dangerous, Leia," Mon countered, finding her voice. "We do not know what they are like, these beings-"
"I'm going too." Han spoke up sharply. Rieekan and Mothma's gaze fell on the couple seated together on the bench, their hands firmly entwined in a show of adamancy.
"And I."
Rieekan, Mothma, and the whole meeting chamber regarded them with mixed emotions, mostly consisting of admiration, amusement, disbelief, jealousy, and in Mothma's case, exasperation. She massaged her temples, having once thought that she had washed her hands of the trio's unpredictable acts when the Empire was broken. Apparently not.
"Fine," she huffed, and another wave of shock rode through the room at the sight of Mon Mothma, defeated. It was unbelievable. "You three may go. Rogues, if you would escort-"
"No, no," Luke interjected quickly, his voice almost apologetic. "Like you said, they'll feel intimidated."
"Fine, fine!" she snapped, waving her hand at them in dismissal. "The briefing will be tomorrow at 0630 and you will leave right afterwards. Meeting is adjourned."
The people filed out of the chamber, murmuring to themselves about the multiple revelations when Luke, Han, and Leia drew up to the front desk.
"I'm sorry, Mon," Leia said honestly. "But something is drawing me in. I have to go, and anyways, I am quite used to diplomacy and have been an ambassa-"
"No need, Lelila," Rieekan sighed, himself also drained. Mon Mothma shook her head.
"You've been chosen. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind." she snapped uncharacteristically. The three scurried away quickly, leaving the two New Republic leaders slumped at the front podium.
"They're like children, Carlist, children." Mon spoke after a moment. "Impossible."
"It's certainly amusing," Rieekan remarked, gathering his things in his bookbag. Mothma got up and did the same.
"Amusing?" she sputtered.
"None of the three have ever had a true childhood, Mon," he said gently.
"Well, I know Leia hasn't, learning diplomacy since age ten," Mon snapped. "But Skywalker? Solo?"
"Skywalker worked on his uncle's moisture farm, isolated in fear that he may follow the path of Darth Vader and the Sith. Han Solo was an orphan since a very young age, working and taken advantage as child labor until he broke free as a teenager into the life of a smuggler with the Wookie."
Mothma regarded Rieekan in mild surprise.
"What I am trying to say, is that we should let them be."
"They are still young," Mon allowed, pushing her chair in. She placed a hand on Carlist's shoulder, for a moment quite a motherly figure. "That is why I am afraid."
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Oh, and a side note if you really want to know: I experimented with Mon Mothma, and she ended up someone that I really wanted to work with, because the whole series doesn't really reference her that much, yet she is such an important figure. She ended up really kind of admirable by heart, even though the movies and stories and fanfiction always depict her as a no-nonsense crabby woman.