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Summary: The daughter of General Rieekan is evacuated from Hoth. Her background makes it imperative to reach her new home before anyone realizes what she is. Before leaving Hoth she encounters the future Jedi, Luke Skywalker, and even though he doesn't know what she is he can still feel their connection. She must hide her identity as much as possible until she can reach her new guardian on Coruscant and fulfill the destiny of her race.
Side Note: I need a beta reader badly. You have to be extremely patient, and willing to not only proof read, but also give storyline input as a kind of muse. I would also like it to be someone that is well versed in all of the movies to cut down on plot mistakes. If no one answers me then I will discontinue this story. Contact me at Emeraldfiresnake@lycos.com if you are interested.
Daanahlin
Chapter 1 Free for the moment
Luke noticed her out of the corner of his eye as he made his way through the ice corridors of the rebel base on Hoth. The evacuation order had been given, but it seemed that the little girl had been forgotten in the confusion. In the back of his mind he vaguely remembered her being at the General's side a more than one dinner, and after a moments thought he knew she was his daughter.
They were under attack, and from the looks of things they weren't going to be able to do anything but evacuate. Luke knew without a doubt that she would be left behind to die if he didn't take her to the transport. He knelt down beside her and reached out to take her hand in his as he spoke softly hoping he wouldn't frighten her any more than she already was, "it's alright Miss Rieekan. I'll take you to the transport. I know your father would want you to be safely away from here even if he has to stay."
She stopped shaking, and the tears that had been coursing down her gentle face had abated. She looked up with wide eyes after a moment, and Luke inhaled audibly at the sight of her eyes. They were a color he had never seen in a human before or any other species for that matter. Violet hardly described it. The word itself seemed dull and completely inadequate when used to characterize their beauty.
Stunning was the only proper word for them, and they reminded him of his youth when the sun was completely set on the horizon and night was finally descending upon the desert landscape. The many shades of purple, violet, cobalt, and midnight blue swirled in his mind, and it was the only time he could remember in his life that he had seen beauty that could compare.
He stared so long that the girl blushed, and made a feeble attempt at retrieving her hand from him when he was brought back from the past. He then noticed that she was as a whole just as stunning as her eyes, and he found himself blushing just as much as she was from the lustful thoughts he couldn't seem to quell in his mind. 'She's just a child,' he thought to himself, but still he found that she mesmerized him.
Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind, Luke smiled his most welcoming smile, and pulled the girl gently to her feet. There were no more words spoken. Luke was quiet sure that he wouldn't be able to form coherent sentences at that point anyway so they made there way silently to the transport, and he ushered her on taking one last moment to look at the beautiful girl that was sure to haunt his dreams for some time. He hoped it would not be the last time he would see her as he turned away setting a quick pace toward the Millennium Falcon to say his goodbye's to Solo before setting out for the battle ahead.
~~oo0O0oo~~
The transport landed at a refueling station that was unknown to Nanya as she gazed through the small window at the endless sea of clouds. She had never seen anything so beautiful before in her life, and for a moment she hoped she could stay there for a while, but she knew that wouldn't happen. Several of the Rebel ground crew that had survived the attack with her in the first transport was looking on her with hungry eyes, and she attempted to hide as much of her body as possible from their sight.
It was reported hours before that the second transport holding her father had not made it through, and she was now an orphan. Being only eleven years old, and of her specific decent she had know for some time that if she were ever put in such a vulnerable position she would need to make her way to Coruscant as quickly as possible. The name and address of the woman she would entrust her life to be stowed away in a secure pocket among the few things she had brought with her.
She felt grateful in that moment that her heritage was not widely known to the rebels, as she was now dependant upon them to get her to her destination without delay. The longer she was in the open and vulnerable among strangers the more likely it was that someone would recognize who, or more importantly what she happened to be, and take her for their own. A young woman close to what she had assumed her mother would be in age passed by, and Nanya latched onto her in the hope that she would take pity, and keep her safe from the droves of men that would want to possess her until they reached Coruscant.
Nanya never made eye contact. It was a rule that she hardly ever broke, and it always amused her a bit at the way others reacted to her when she raised her unique eyes to theirs. The woman she had chosen was not an acceptation. She stood in awe of the girl before her, and agreed to care for her and protect her as if she were her own child. Nanya understood in that moment why her father had insisted that she keep her eyes downcast at all times. A child did not understand or need such power over others. It was lucky that Nanya was much more mature than her years suggested.
They left the station shortly after refueling, and the ship made it's way across the galaxy toward a remote location that the rebel's had procured for just this type of event. They had not landed a day when the woman, named Fiona, set to delivering Nanya to Coruscant as soon as possible.
They had no trouble throughout the entire trip, which Nanya was grateful for. She made sure that she was never actually seen, but all the time knowing that if someone knew what to look for she would be recognized easily. The fact that her kind were almost extinct was helpful, but a fully trained Jedi would recognizer her and most likely take her in an instant.
As she stepped off the ship onto the platform Nanya slipped her dainty hand into the pocket just inside her voluminous full length hooded robes to remove the worn but well cared for card that explained exactly where she was to go and who she was to see. Fiona laid a hand upon her shoulder in a comforting gesture and smiled warmly as those amazing eyes once again captured her. "This way, Nanya. We'll have you home in no time."
Nanya was lucky again that her temporary guardian had not been from Coruscant because if she were then she was sure Fiona would not be so acquiescent about taking her to this particular destination. As it were, Fiona was from a different system, and this were her first visit to the capital so they were off quickly, taking in as many of the sights they could along the way.
They took a taxi from the platform to the address on Nanya's small slip of paper. The driver gave them both slightly odd looks and then shrugged it off, what business was it of his who went there anyway. The trip just to the quadrant they requested would be over an hour so they stayed on the highest level for long distance traffic. Even though most of the buildings were unidentifiable from the air the dome of the old senate was still recognizable as well as a few others the Federation had built for their own dictatorship over the years.
It had been late evening when they landed so now with darkness falling on the city all of the lights and vid screens glowed a rainbow of color across the landscape. Too soon it seemed the trip was over, and they descended to the lower levels of traffic before coming to a stop in front of what would be considered by any normal person to be a mansion of considerable size.
The doors were tall as well as broad, but projected a kind of warmth and welcome that only real wood could give. Real wood on a planet with no trees was a rarity, and it projected exactly how wealthy the inhabitants were without making them seem snobbish to the others that lived around them. Nanya shyly walked up to the ornately carved oak door, and knocked softly. She could hear the knock amplified on the inside through the door and waited for an answer. She was not kept waiting long.
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Summary: The daughter of General Rieekan is evacuated from Hoth. Her background makes it imperative to reach her new home before anyone realizes what she is. Before leaving Hoth she encounters the future Jedi, Luke Skywalker, and even though he doesn't know what she is he can still feel their connection. She must hide her identity as much as possible until she can reach her new guardian on Coruscant and fulfill the destiny of her race.
Side Note: I need a beta reader badly. You have to be extremely patient, and willing to not only proof read, but also give storyline input as a kind of muse. I would also like it to be someone that is well versed in all of the movies to cut down on plot mistakes. If no one answers me then I will discontinue this story. Contact me at Emeraldfiresnake@lycos.com if you are interested.
Daanahlin
Chapter 1 Free for the moment
Luke noticed her out of the corner of his eye as he made his way through the ice corridors of the rebel base on Hoth. The evacuation order had been given, but it seemed that the little girl had been forgotten in the confusion. In the back of his mind he vaguely remembered her being at the General's side a more than one dinner, and after a moments thought he knew she was his daughter.
They were under attack, and from the looks of things they weren't going to be able to do anything but evacuate. Luke knew without a doubt that she would be left behind to die if he didn't take her to the transport. He knelt down beside her and reached out to take her hand in his as he spoke softly hoping he wouldn't frighten her any more than she already was, "it's alright Miss Rieekan. I'll take you to the transport. I know your father would want you to be safely away from here even if he has to stay."
She stopped shaking, and the tears that had been coursing down her gentle face had abated. She looked up with wide eyes after a moment, and Luke inhaled audibly at the sight of her eyes. They were a color he had never seen in a human before or any other species for that matter. Violet hardly described it. The word itself seemed dull and completely inadequate when used to characterize their beauty.
Stunning was the only proper word for them, and they reminded him of his youth when the sun was completely set on the horizon and night was finally descending upon the desert landscape. The many shades of purple, violet, cobalt, and midnight blue swirled in his mind, and it was the only time he could remember in his life that he had seen beauty that could compare.
He stared so long that the girl blushed, and made a feeble attempt at retrieving her hand from him when he was brought back from the past. He then noticed that she was as a whole just as stunning as her eyes, and he found himself blushing just as much as she was from the lustful thoughts he couldn't seem to quell in his mind. 'She's just a child,' he thought to himself, but still he found that she mesmerized him.
Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind, Luke smiled his most welcoming smile, and pulled the girl gently to her feet. There were no more words spoken. Luke was quiet sure that he wouldn't be able to form coherent sentences at that point anyway so they made there way silently to the transport, and he ushered her on taking one last moment to look at the beautiful girl that was sure to haunt his dreams for some time. He hoped it would not be the last time he would see her as he turned away setting a quick pace toward the Millennium Falcon to say his goodbye's to Solo before setting out for the battle ahead.
~~oo0O0oo~~
The transport landed at a refueling station that was unknown to Nanya as she gazed through the small window at the endless sea of clouds. She had never seen anything so beautiful before in her life, and for a moment she hoped she could stay there for a while, but she knew that wouldn't happen. Several of the Rebel ground crew that had survived the attack with her in the first transport was looking on her with hungry eyes, and she attempted to hide as much of her body as possible from their sight.
It was reported hours before that the second transport holding her father had not made it through, and she was now an orphan. Being only eleven years old, and of her specific decent she had know for some time that if she were ever put in such a vulnerable position she would need to make her way to Coruscant as quickly as possible. The name and address of the woman she would entrust her life to be stowed away in a secure pocket among the few things she had brought with her.
She felt grateful in that moment that her heritage was not widely known to the rebels, as she was now dependant upon them to get her to her destination without delay. The longer she was in the open and vulnerable among strangers the more likely it was that someone would recognize who, or more importantly what she happened to be, and take her for their own. A young woman close to what she had assumed her mother would be in age passed by, and Nanya latched onto her in the hope that she would take pity, and keep her safe from the droves of men that would want to possess her until they reached Coruscant.
Nanya never made eye contact. It was a rule that she hardly ever broke, and it always amused her a bit at the way others reacted to her when she raised her unique eyes to theirs. The woman she had chosen was not an acceptation. She stood in awe of the girl before her, and agreed to care for her and protect her as if she were her own child. Nanya understood in that moment why her father had insisted that she keep her eyes downcast at all times. A child did not understand or need such power over others. It was lucky that Nanya was much more mature than her years suggested.
They left the station shortly after refueling, and the ship made it's way across the galaxy toward a remote location that the rebel's had procured for just this type of event. They had not landed a day when the woman, named Fiona, set to delivering Nanya to Coruscant as soon as possible.
They had no trouble throughout the entire trip, which Nanya was grateful for. She made sure that she was never actually seen, but all the time knowing that if someone knew what to look for she would be recognized easily. The fact that her kind were almost extinct was helpful, but a fully trained Jedi would recognizer her and most likely take her in an instant.
As she stepped off the ship onto the platform Nanya slipped her dainty hand into the pocket just inside her voluminous full length hooded robes to remove the worn but well cared for card that explained exactly where she was to go and who she was to see. Fiona laid a hand upon her shoulder in a comforting gesture and smiled warmly as those amazing eyes once again captured her. "This way, Nanya. We'll have you home in no time."
Nanya was lucky again that her temporary guardian had not been from Coruscant because if she were then she was sure Fiona would not be so acquiescent about taking her to this particular destination. As it were, Fiona was from a different system, and this were her first visit to the capital so they were off quickly, taking in as many of the sights they could along the way.
They took a taxi from the platform to the address on Nanya's small slip of paper. The driver gave them both slightly odd looks and then shrugged it off, what business was it of his who went there anyway. The trip just to the quadrant they requested would be over an hour so they stayed on the highest level for long distance traffic. Even though most of the buildings were unidentifiable from the air the dome of the old senate was still recognizable as well as a few others the Federation had built for their own dictatorship over the years.
It had been late evening when they landed so now with darkness falling on the city all of the lights and vid screens glowed a rainbow of color across the landscape. Too soon it seemed the trip was over, and they descended to the lower levels of traffic before coming to a stop in front of what would be considered by any normal person to be a mansion of considerable size.
The doors were tall as well as broad, but projected a kind of warmth and welcome that only real wood could give. Real wood on a planet with no trees was a rarity, and it projected exactly how wealthy the inhabitants were without making them seem snobbish to the others that lived around them. Nanya shyly walked up to the ornately carved oak door, and knocked softly. She could hear the knock amplified on the inside through the door and waited for an answer. She was not kept waiting long.
Feedback is welcome and appreciated. Flames will be ignored. If you don't like it then don't read it.
Thanks.