A Legacy of Hope: A Star Wars One Shot
"I would trust her with my life"
Those were the last words he'd ever say to his long-time friend, Mon Mothma, he had thought. It was a shame, now knowing that he could no longer help her lead the fledging Alliance to Restore the Republic. It's still so young, so ununified, and no one, not even Mon Mothma knew how to truly bring it together. After the great debate on whether to believe Jyn Erso's claims, not even he could truly believe such an outlandish claim. Building a weapon of that caliber had even been attempted before. It was simply unrealistic to even consider. And yet, here it was. Right above his planet, his people, his home. The end of Alderaan was at hand, and Bail Organa knew it.
He had returned to Alderaan to prepare his people for war, tell them that peace through diplomacy was no longer attainable. He knew Alderaanian lives would be lost, but he had not realized he lead his people to complete destruction. 'Was joining the Rebellion a mistake?', he thought, 'Is such a misguided cause worth his people's lives?' If it had not been for his and his daughter's involvement in the Rebellion, if Raddus had not risked her live and cover in the folly that was the Battle of Scarif, she would not have been captured, and Alderaan would live.
'Poppycock,' he thought to himself, 'The rebellion truly is the last and greatest hope for this galaxy'. Bail was disappointed in himself that he let himself put his people's wellbeing above the galaxies. He had always been a proponent of the rule that the Needs of the Many Outweigh the Needs of the Few. And compared to the Many inhabitants of the galaxy and their suffering, Alderaan truly was the Few. A thought he did not relish, but accepted nonetheless.
Of course, by this point nothing was happening. The people at large had no idea what was going on. But now Bail believed Miss Erso's claims, and he knew the grave consequences. He had nothing to make peace with, as he had no regrets as to his actions before or after the Rise of the Empire. All he needed to do was spend his precious few moments with his beloved Breha. Beautiful, he thought, seeing her in her regal garb, standing on the terrace where he had first introduced her to their adopted daughter 19 years ago. If only he could see her, as well. Be together, as a family, one last time. But of course, if that were the case, then she would die with them. And that was something that Bail did not want to think about.
Breha turned to him, acknowledging in silence the realization of their fates. The skies were glowing green, now. Bail could see the super-laser prepping itself to fire. Bail's last action was to hold his wife, and comfort her in their last moment together. His last thought, however, was of his daughter. He hoped and prayed that she would recover from this. She was the last leader of the House of Organa, now. She had to survive, and to help lead this rebellion and whatever remained of Alderaan's off-world subjects to a brighter future. One of freedom and peace. She had to find Obi-Wan Kenobi, and convince him to join this cause and once again fight those who cannot.
As the bolt of energy hit the Palace, vaporizing Bail and his beloved, it now became his daughter's burden to leave a legacy. A Legacy for Alderaan. A Legacy for the House of Organa. A Legacy for the Rebel Alliance. A Legacy of Hope.
