AN – Happy Star Wars Day :)! Just a short in-between chapter since I want to get Luke into the story, but it's taking longer to get him in than I originally wanted.

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Later that day...

Star Destroyer Devastator, hyperspace

The Princess

"Thanks," I bite sarcastically at the guard leaving my cell with the binders. I've already been in this cell for hours, and someone finally thought to free my hands.

I lean my head back against the wall and stare up at the ceiling. There isn't much to look at. The light coming from the floor is the only thing that breaks the monotony of the four durasteel walls, durasteel ceiling, and durasteel blast shield door. At least there is a bench along one wall. It's hard, but more dignified that sitting on the floor and more comfortable than standing the whole time.

I sigh, rubbing my sore wrists. Force binders, I realize. I thought they had stopped making those at the end of the Clone Wars when all the Jedi were slaughtered. Any Force sensitive left in the galaxy, other than the Emperor and Vader, is usually impaled by Vader's lightsaber within hours of discovery, so there is really no point in having Force binders.

Vader.

My blood boils every time I hear that name. He has caused so much hurt in the galaxy claiming to serve the Empire and better the galaxy. Yet, even now, I'm sure he's taking me to that monstrosity of a "space station" that will "better" the galaxy by destroying any planet that opposes the Empire.

Find him R2, I plead silently. Find Obi-wan.

The Death Star plans which I have hidden in my droid are now the only hope the Alliance has of being able to stop the Empire. Until the Death Star is destroyed, anytime we oppose the Empire, it will retaliate by destroying the planet they assume we came from. Basically, we can't do anything until we know how to cripple or, better yet, destroy the weapon.

I feel certain that R2 is now on Tatooine, trying to find the old general. But I can't be certain he will find him. Obi-wan Kenobi has to be pretty old by now and, after living in Tatooine's harsh environment for nearly two decades, he probably isn't alive any longer.

But somehow, I know better. I know he is still alive. Call it a gut instinct, but he is down there…

Along with someone else?

I had the feeling as soon as my ship entered the system. Someone else is on Tatooine – someone who can help. I'm sure of it. I don't know who, but I feel I should know him. Or maybe I'm just going crazy.

Honestly, it that won't surprise me. When Vader ordered that I be taken away I felt the strangest sensations. I still have it now. It's more than fear – I think it's even past panic. But there's also a sense of acceptance – resignation. All I want to do is curl up and cry, hoping to wake up and find it was all a dream, and I would stop feeling this sense of…

Betrayal.

I feel betrayed by Vader. But he is always like this. In fact I am surprised he hasn't killed me already. And what has Vader done out of the norm to makes me feel this way?

And I know this imprisonment isn't the end of it.

I know how the Empire works…what they do with prisoners. I'll be questioned…tortured. I just pray I'm strong enough. I can't break. If I do, there is no hope for the Alliance and the galaxy will continue to suffer under the rule of the Sith… unless the Jedi can return.

The galaxy could use warriors like them. They were honorable, just, and didn't ask for anything in return. Granted their issue with relationships and family were a little off, but in some ways understandable. If a Jedi didn't have family, he wouldn't have to fear for them. No family, no chance for an enemy to use them. But family can also be a motivation. I know that during the Clone Wars, my father worked as hard as he could in his ring to make the galaxy safe for my mother. And he still does what he can to keep me and Mom safe now. I've followed in his footsteps, and I will do anything to protect my parents, my home, and the Alliance.

I wonder how my birth-parents helped to try to end the Clone Wars. But Mother and Father don't like to talk about them. All I really know is that the Emperor wanted my mother dead, so the more people who know where I came from, the more danger I am in.

I laugh, wondering how I could possibly be in any more danger than I am right now. The Emperor and Vader want me dead because of who I am; my mother has nothing to do with it now. But I still have value to them alive. So I'm sitting in the detention block of the Devastator; going to be transferred to the detention block of the Death Star; going to be interrogated; probably not going to be rescued; and if R2 gets to Obi-wan and my father, and a weakness is found, I am going to be blown to smithereens along with the Death Star.

On top of all this, I really think I am going crazy. I would think I would hope that Vader will be blown to pieces along with me, but part of me hopes he will make it. Why? Not only are we mortal enemies, but now I feel as though he's betrayed me by planning all this for me.

I need to get a grip on myself. I can't break. I can't betray the Alliance; to do so, would betray my family and everything I love.

Help me, Obi-wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.


AN - I want to get Luke into the story, but since it's taking longer to pull him in that I wanted, I figured I'd put in and in-between chapter about Leia before going back to Luke (and I wanted to post something for Star Wars Day). Right now the plan is one more chapter about Luke before getting back to Vader and Leia on the Death Star. May the 4th be with you :)!