"This way."

She was shoved down the corridor and into what seemed to be an interrogation room. Rough hands fastened her into a chair. Then the guards left her in the empty room. There was silence for several minutes, before a door at the far end of the room slid open to admit a tall woman with cropped red hair dressed in a white gown.

Lola gaped.

"I am Mon Mothma," the red-headed woman revealed. "I am the leader of the Rebel Alliance. What business have you with our Fleet?"

"Mon… Mothma?" Lola stuttered.

Recognition widened the woman's eyes. "Oh my goodness, Lola! How…?"

Anger boiled within Lola as the pieces fell into place. "What happened to my mother?" she demanded.

Mon Mothma recovered from her shock to offer a sympathetic look. "Rain died the bravest of women. I was escaping Coruscant after the formation of the Empire, and she covered my departure. The newly christened Imperial guard pursued us and your mother was shot defending me. My heart still aches that she could not be given a proper funeral. Too many lives were lost that day."

"And my father?"

The red-headed woman shot her a surprised look. "I'm sorry Lola, I know nothing of your father's fate. How did you come to be here? You haven't aged a bit."

"Dad froze me in carbonite and hid me away to keep me safe. But I was only thawed a week ago, by my cousin Boba. Then… I watched Boba die." She sighed. "I'm here… for revenge more than anything. Han Solo killed Boba, so I will kill Han Solo."

It wasn't as if she had expected Mon Mothma to help her, but Lola was filled with frustration as the red-headed woman's face closed over.

"You will not kill General Solo, for your sake. You are not a murderer, Lola. I owe it to your mother to let you stay here, but you can't kill Han. Reverse your oath, and you can stay here under my care. If you refuse, you're going back to your cell."