Leia paused in the hallway, a strange feeling coming across her body. Her body felt weak, a pounding headache crossing through her body and she found herself leaning against the wall, her body too weak to stand on its own. It was like the remembrance of a dream that Leia thought she had had the night before, only to forget it when she woke. She slid down the wall, holding to the side of the corridor as yet another Force Vision took control of her.

She was once more, on the Death Star, this time however in a control room of sorts. She found herself face to face with a man that seemed familiar but that she had no knowledge of ever seeing before. Older than Ben, he had long narrow cheekbones and a thin nose, but filled with nothing more than pure evil. He turned towards her and she felt fear rising through her body. "Your highness," he began. Leia saw Luke in handcuffs, being led in by two stormtroopers, Darth Vader following closely behind. Luke said nothing, only staring down the old General. She felt relived; the torture seemed to do little to his handsome face, his energy flowing through him as though he was free once more. He even looked like he had gotten a bathed in some sorts; his all white outfit cleaner than Leia believed it had been on the Rebellion Ship when he had been captured. "I've been smelling something foul since I came on board, oh look, it's you." Luke looked the old General up and down with misplaced confidence. 'Luke, what are you doing?' She whispered, worrying for the poor boy. But he did not hear her. His entire body had uncontrollable rage that caused a slight shake to his body.

'My dear boy, where does that charm come from?" the General asked, his thin fingers running across Luke's face. Leia felt like she wanted to vomit, this was a terrible feeling running through her as she looked at this scene before her. She wanted to protect Luke with all her might but she didn't know how. "Tomorrow a needle will be injected into your body and your pretty face will have ended." The General snipped, before adding, "but before your death, I invite you to be my guest at a ceremony that will cement the reputation of the Empire. You may have stolen the plans, but you didn't destroy the battle station. Your loss."

"I wont make that mistake again!" Luke cried, pulling at his binds. He turned to Darth Vader, who stood by at attention. "And I thought you were the monster, but you're just Tarkin's bit-"

Tarkin! That was his name! Leia remembered it now. An older officer, he was a veteran of many wars, and had cemented his place as one of the top leaders in the Empire. In the holorecordings that they were forced to watch in school, he would often appear to boast of the pure amazement of the Empire's troops. It was, however by Tarkin's orders that all women who wished to join that they never see the front lines of battle, a issue a younger, more naïve Leia was willing to look past if it was the only way she would get off that damn rock.

Two stormtroopers held back Luke, enough that Tarkin grabbed Luke's face, his nails digging into his face. "Luke, you fool!" she shouted at him, "Don't upset him!" she walked around her back, whispering into his ear, "your time will come and gone, and I will gladly strike him down with you."

"Someone should have taught you some manners!" Tarkin snarled. "You would be surprised to know that I resisted signing your termination order."

"I'm surprised you had the balls to do it as well!" Luke grumpled. Leia grabbed Luke's shoulder, "There are better ways to curse out Imperial leaders!" she hissed. "One day I'll show you."

Suddenly Luke stopped resisting and looking towards the view-screen. "No…" he whispered, "no you can't!"

Tarkin released him, intentions made in Luke's face from his nails and looked at the view screen with an amused look on his face. "Another target perhaps?" Tarkin laughed. "Perhaps the rebel base location…"

"Dantoonie! Please, I beg you! Forgive my outbursts, but it's Dantoonie, the base. Oh Father will be so mad, but he…he will understand. The base is on Dantoonie." Luke's voice faded as he looked down. Leia could sense a feeling of failure going through Luke's body: he had betrayed the Rebellion in order to save his planet, his family.

Tarkin nodded and turned to Vader. "You see my Dear Vader? He can be reasonable."

Tarkin turned to someone Leia couldn't see and simply said, "Fire." In the calmest voice possible.

"NO!" Luke cried, tears streaming down his face. "NO! YOU CALL YOURSELF HUMAN I GAVE YOU WHAT YOU WANTED!"

But it was too late. Leia saw Luke fall to his knees, crying out a pain of aguish as Leia rushed to him. She looked up the viewscreen was filled with a bright yellow color. She then felt the feeling Ben had described, millions of voices screaming in pain and then, silence.

"Leia! Leia!"

Leia came too, she found Ben in front of her, shaking her once more. "My dear girl, another vision? I walked in and your eyes my dear. They were glazed over and I thought you gone for a few moments…" the old man paused, mainly because the emotions were coming over him.

Leia placed her hand on her head, blinking several times. She was crying, she felt the tears streaming down her face. Whatever connection she had with Luke Organa was affecting terribly so. She looked towards Ben for guidance. "Yes, another vision of sorts. Ben, I think…I think something terrible has happened."

"What th-!" they heard Han yell from the cockpit. Ben helped Leia up and they moved towards the cockpit. There, they found Han and Chewie in their seats, looking at the endless blanket of space.

"What's happened? Why aren't we at Alderaan?" Leia asked. Han turned to look at her. "That's the thing, we're…we're here."

"I don't understand," Leia shook her head, confused.

"That's what I'm saying…it's here but Alderaan is-"

"Gone." Ben's words echo throughout the cockpit.