Well I was there on the day
They sold the cause for the queen,
And when the lights all went out
We watched our lives on the screen
I hate the ending myself,
But it started with an alright scene

-Disenchanted; from My Chemical Romance

For Genevieve, it felt almost like the universe was working against her. All she wanted was to be able to finish her job and go back to her room. She still had enough energy in her to get some practice in, but it seemed as though there had to be a curve ball thrown in. After a long day of fixing little things, checking over the important stuff, and making sure everything ran smoothly, Genevieve got stopped, on her way to her room, by General Organa. Now, anyone in their right mind would know better than to disrespect Leia in any way, but Genevieve was fairly exhausted and wanted some downtime.

"You're a tough one to track down," Leia chuckled, falling into step with the mechanic. "Farrah said she's had some issues finding you sometimes."

With a snort, the twenty-one year old rolled her eyes. Of course Farrah would be involved. Didn't the older woman say something about punishments not being ignored or something? Genevieve didn't care enough to remember.

"I've heard Farrah's a tough one to work with," Leia went on, "trust me, I know she's a bit...overwhelming, but she knows how to do her job. She's got experience in something like this."

"I know," Genevieve responded, hoping to keep her tone civil.

With a snort of her own, Leia chuckled. "It's not a surprise you two don't like each other," she went on. "Pretty much everyone knows it. Thanks to Alessia, that is." Narrowing her eyes slightly, Genevieve knew she'd have to talk to her sister when they saw each other next. Alessia had no right to go around telling people about the mechanic's disagreements with her supervisor. "Look, Farrah came to me with the intention that I'd give you some kind of lecture. People have been getting a little antsy, and I'm guessing Farrah's one of them. Try not to take everything she says so personally, okay?"

"I'll try my best, ma'am," Genevieve sighed.

With a nod, Leia put a comforting hand on the young woman's shoulder. "That's a start," she sighed. "But I'd like to discuss something with you, all matters with Farrah aside."

"What would that be?"

"I think you know, Genevieve." The look on Leia's face made the twenty-one year old pale. Anyone who was close to the general was aware she was Force-sensitive, but Genevieve's lacking knowledge on the mystery of the Force made her believe she wouldn't be detected. While the young mechanic was hesitant to admit it — maybe in a bit of denial — she knew that she had to have some connection to it; there had to be a reason why she of all people had the ability to use it. Genevieve never would've thought she'd be Force-sensitive; she thought she'd live her life in the Resistance, doing her part against the First Order. It was what Falconers did, anyway; do their best in their rebellions, hope to see a brighter future one day.

"You mean...?" Genevieve couldn't bring herself to finish, looking at the older woman anxiously. When Leia nodded, the young woman sighed. "I was hoping to go by undetected. It's...terrifying, having something like this."

"The Force can be overwhelming for those who don't understand it," Leia responded. "It's strong in my family. My brother, my father, my..." Genevieve didn't miss the way Leia's tone seemed to wander off after that before quickly regaining her composure. "My brother, Luke, has more experience with the Force. He's a Jedi, understanding the Force was part of his training, among other things. I, on the other hand, never trained like he did."

"Would he be able to teach me?"

A saddened look swept across Leia's face. "If we can find him," she murmured. "Luke's been in hiding for years, Genevieve. It'd be a miracle to even find him."

For the Resistance, one of their biggest missions, aside from taking down the First Order, was finding Luke Skywalker, the infamous Jedi warrior. Finding him was essential to the progression of taking down their enemy. And while everyone who served under Leia was aware of her reputation, Luke's was beyond comprehension. It was almost deified. The generations that followed the Empire's collapse heard of how Master Skywalker managed to change Darth Vader's views on what he'd done. Stories were told on how he helped destroy both of the Empire's Death Stars. Grand tales were told on how he helped take down the Empire. Everything Luke had ever done in his life had been praised so much, inflated so enormously, it was hard to tell what was true and what was exaggerated. And for Genevieve, knowing such a powerful individual was alive somewhere, it gave her a flicker of something; something similar to hope. Should Skywalker choose to help the Resistance - which he hopefully would - he could help her with the Force. He could teach her to become stronger, to be the kind of fighter her parents wanted her to be.

"I could help look for him," she exclaimed. "Isn't that what we're trying to do, find him? I know I'm just a mechanic, but I could learn how to fly an X-Wing. I'd take a blaster, maybe even one of the pilots..."

"Genevieve, I need you here," Leia pressed. "And Luke...I don't know how or when we'll find him. I'd give anything to have him here, helping take down the First Order, but...it's not that easy."

Genevieve's shoulders slumped. Knowing that there was an actual Jedi still alive out there, it was exciting but frightening. She'd grown up hearing glorified stories about them, with all their glories and perfections. The fleeting idea that maybe Luke Skywalker could help Genevieve with the Force dimmed a little, knowing that, in a sense, Leia was right. Wherever her brother was, he was doing a good job at not wanting to be found.

"But we will find him, right?" Genevieve asked, her voice soft.

"Yes. I believe we will."

-Major Minus-

Genevieve Falconer found out she could use the Force when she was in her early teens. Part of her always felt as if there was something a little off, but she couldn't quite explain it. She had no words to properly say how it made her feel. It was because of her inability to explain it, and because of the fear it steadily instilled in her, that Genevieve decided to keep her Force-sensitivity a secret. She didn't want to put herself on anyone's radar, though she doubted she would. She wasn't particularly strong with the Force, anyway.* For the most part, Genevieve can move physical objects with the Force, and possessed slight precognition. And when she says slight, she means slight. Genevieve's precognitive abilities were just quick visions, too quick for her to really see or understand. It was frustrating, but she knew that if she allowed herself some time to practice, she'd be able to really see what those visions were. Working with the Resistance, however, proved to make any alone time to actually do just that impossible.

The constant battles with the First Order, the need to gather more troops and information, the seemingly never ending danger the Resistance was in — it was both time consuming and exhausting. That added to Genevieve's need to not tell anyone about her sensitivity. There was so much going on that she'd never really get the opportunity to tell anyone, even if she really wanted to. Of course, though, Genevieve never once considered that there may be other Force-sensitives on the Resistance. She never even thought Leia would be one of those people.

With a sigh, the young woman ran a hand over her face. Genevieve had to keep herself in check. If she allowed herself to keep getting distracted, whether it be from the Force or the thought of Luke Skywalker being somewhere in the galaxy, then she'd be endangering the lives of her comrades. That was the last thing she needed to be doing.

(A/N):

Another long wait for another ridiculously short and poorly written chapter. I'm so, so sorry for that, guys. I tried to get this up as quickly as possible, but I, again, got distracted by life. With school having picked up again and work getting crazy, I've been really preoccupied. I'm hoping you guys can overlook that, though.

Nothing in the STAR WARS universe belongs to me. All I own are my OCs and the subplots I put in. If you've got ideas for OCs or subplots, don't hesitate to let me know.

A question for you guys, how do you think I did in regards to writing Leia? I don't know if I wrote her character right, so I'd like some feedback. I'm sure I said it in the last chapter, but I am new to the STAR WARS fandom, and any help I can get on the canon characters is appreciated; especially when it comes to Luke, Leia, Han, and anyone else who makes an appearance in the newer adaptations.

I'll wrap it up for now.

Thanks for any support you can give.

A.J. Menendez