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A small Alderaanian transport docks in the spaceport, passing all the proper landing codes. The princess of Alderaan steps out of the vessel, disguised as the copilot in a standard Alderaanian uniform. Nobody looks twice at her as she and her pilot make their way out of the docking area, and rent a speeder from the shadier side of town.

As they race across the desert, her pilot frowns at their computer. "There's nothing out this way but a moisture farm, your Highness."

She frowns. "Maybe we could ask for directions to find this… Lars family, whoever they are." She lifts the datapad closer to her face to read it clearly, shading the screen with her hand. "They have a nephew who lives with them, a Luke Skywalker. That man, General Kenobi, said he would collect him when he contacted us."

The pilot nods, and they ride on in silence. An hour passes, and they find themselves hopping out of the speeder in front of a small homestead. An older woman, with graying dark blonde hair, steps into the doorway to greet them, slightly taller than Leia and wearing a worn out set of clothes, slightly grease stained.

"May I help you?" she asks as the two step up to her.

"Yes, we were a little lost. Do you know where we can find the Lars family?" Leia asks politely, uncovering her hair to relieve her head of the heat.

The woman takes on a wary posture, reaching for a comlink in her pocket. "I am Beru Lars. What do you want with us?" she asks, slightly fearful that these may be Imperials after Luke.

Understanding the misunderstanding, Leia raises her hands in a placating manner. "Mrs. Lars, we are not Imperials. Actually, we were contacted by a common friend who said he would be by to collect your nephew."

Beru breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. Ben said you would be by soon. He's inside, and Luke is packing a bag in his room." She turns and gestures for them to follow her in. "Ben will be glad to hear you have finally arrived."

The door to the suite the group had been thrown into swooshes open, then shut just as quickly as Amidala, tense and furious, marches up to the man she had called her father all her life. Stopping in front of him, she raises her hand and slaps him in the face. "What are you thinking, trying to break out of here like that?!" she screams at him, slapping him again.

The others watch pensively as the scene plays out, missing as she winks and slips a card into his shirt. "Amidala, whatever do you mean?" he asks innocently.

She narrows her eyes as the doors open again, admitting Darth Vader. "Amidala, that's enough," he scolds her. Acknowledging him, she steps back from the other man. "They will all be dealt with soon enough, I assure you my daughter."

"Forgive my outburst, Father," she murmurs.

He inclines his head, flashing a smirk to the stunned group watching. "Let us leave, I wish to test you with the lightsaber again."

"Of course," she drawls, and follows him out slowly, a small bounce in her step for a couple of paces, enough to cause the credit chips to fall off of her boots from where they were lightly attached under the soles.

She follows her tall father along quietly to their private gymnasium, outfitted with dozens of deactivated battle droids lining the walls, a cushioned floor mat in the center, and a panel to lower beams and crates to create an obstacle course around the perimeter of the cavernous room. They both toss their dark cloaks off to the side in a careless heap, before casting off their heavy duty boots.

Unclipping their lightsabers from their belts, they take up opposite sides of the mat, stepping up to the red circle. "Well, Amidala? Did they get what you wanted to deliver in the time I delayed?"

She smirks as they ignite their sabers at the same time. "Why, Father, whatever could you be talking about?" she answers all too innocently, eyes wide, but with a grin to match his own in his younger days.

He shakes his head as he swings vertically at her, which she almost lazily blocks. "I'll take that as a yes then, you rascal."

"Me? A rascal?" she laughs as she skips backward to dodge her father's strike.

He laughs as well, chasing after her and realizing just how easy she finds it to keep up with his pace in this practice duel. After keeping up the pace for nearly an hour, he signals for the duel to end. "Your skills are quite impressive, Ida."

She gives him a warm, happy smile. "Ida? I think I like that nickname… Dad."

He gives her an equally warm smile, though one nearly undetectable. "I think I prefer being called 'Dad' over 'Father,'" he murmurs, switching off his weapon. "And I do believe that you have learned all that I have to teach you about battling with a lightsaber. All you really need to learn now is to really expand your use of the Force."

Her smile nearly vanishes. "But… I'm not sure I'm quite ready to learn much more yet, Dad."

He steps up to her and takes away her lightsaber. "Ida, I think you are more than ready to learn. Besides, you really just need to learn to focus and control it." At her incredulous look, he emphasizes. "You use it unconsciously all the time, when we're dueling, when you distribute orders, on any kind of search. You displayed your potential when we captured your guests by disabling their vessel, even minimally."

She bows her head and leans forward into his chest, and he wraps his arms around her shoulders, resting his chin on top of her head. "I… I'm scared to learn any more, Dad," she whispers almost brokenly. "I'm losing myself the longer I'm here, under the Emperor's influence. I don't want to be a Sith, but I'm already becoming one."

Something in him revolts at the idea of what he's willingly put his child through already, mixing with the guilt of knowing that he's the one responsible for starting her descent to the Dark Side, forcing her to follow in his footsteps. His fists clench as he holds her tighter, and a tiny part of him realizes that, even though this isn't something a Sith would do, it is something that a father would always do for his child.

He holds her for a while longer, before stepping away and leading her silently to their discarded cloaks and boots. Even after they have their boots on and hoods up again, he remains silent, leading her away to her room to clean up and go to bed.

All the while, there are only two things to take up his mind: what would Padme have done, and would he be able to get his daughter away from his Master's influence?

In hyperspace, on their way to join the Rebel Alliance, Obi Wan flinches. It doesn't go unnoticed by Luke and Leia. "What is it, Ben?" he asks, concern in his bright blue eyes.

He looks at the boy, so much like his father, with a small smile. "There has been a change in the Force. One for the better, at long last."

Leia frowns at them in confusion. "I still don't understand any of this Force business, General."

He smiles at her. "You've been rather sheltered by Bail, and have next to no knowledge of the Jedi Order, Leia."

She huffs. "I still have trouble believing that my actual parents were Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala Naberrie."

"Let alone that we're siblings, our father is alive, and there is still another sibling under Darth Vader's control." He frowns then. "But, where has she been all this time? Surely you would know," he asks the old Jedi.

He sighs, sadness and apprehension showing in his slumped posture. "She was the one I sent away with a refugee couple soon after the three of you were born. As far as I ordered them, they were to go to the Venusian System, supposedly a failed re-colonization system for the past several thousand years, and thus forgotten." He meets their eyes. "The one planet that could support life, and was used for the experiment, was teeming with life when I got a little sidetracked three decades ago. According to ancient Jedi history, that was the system where the Jedi Force abilities originated, and it gave off a neutral shielding for any use of the Force, and detecting anyone on the surface who was Force Sensitive. That was the only reason I thought to send her there, to keep her from encountering the risk of falling to the Dark Side."

"But why would she have fallen to the Dark Side?" Luke asks. "Wouldn't we all have an equal chance of falling?"

He shakes his head sadly. "She was already touched by the Dark Side, probably being the one to intercept the influence of Palpatine, rather than you two or your mother. From what I could see of her future, she would be fiercely protective over her family and friends, and would do whatever it takes to ensure their safety." He meets their eyes with a small gleam of pride battling away the sadness. "Even though she was born last, she was definitely the toughest of the three of you."

He pulls out a holo, switching it on to show them a short video of her laughing at the camera, light hair in twin tails on either side of her head, three missing teeth, and rolling in the grass. "Happy birthday Mommy! I love you!" she calls to the camera as she rolls to a stop, a sweet, giant grin on her chubby face.

Leia smiles at the little girl in the video. "She's the sweetest thing," she coos softly, eyes glued to her slightly younger sister.

Luke shakes his head. "She's something, that's for sure." He has a fond smile on his lips, and he glances over at Leia, mischief in his eyes. "At least I'm the oldest," he taunts her.

She growls before diving at him, like the child she still is at heart. "And that means I can blame everything on you!" she growls as they fall out of their seats on their side of the table, laughing as they wrestle as they should have been able to as kids.

And still as ignorant of the truth of their parents as ever.

Had to throw in a sweet moment all around. I don't own Star Wars.