Thank you to my lovely beta, SpellCleaver 3 I may or may not have sold my soul to her... (I did). It's fine, I'm sure...
"What the hell happened to you?!" were the first words out of Han's mouth the moment he saw her...and her bandaged arm.
Leia ignored the question; just finished crossing the hangar to him, where she threw her good arm around his neck, pulled him down and kissed him.
He only slightly resisted.
"Glad you're not dead, too." She smiled when she reluctantly pulled away. There was a strong part of her that wanted to use the time she had alone with him to continue, but Luke's dire circumstances were always at the forefront of her mind. As long as Han didn't annoy Vader into killing him anyway, she'd have time for those things later.
She hoped.
"You didn't answer my question," Han pressed.
"I got shot." She shrugged. "Did you get what we needed from Black Sun?"
"You got shot?!"
"It's not even bad-"
He pulled away from her, eyes scanning the room until he found Threepio and Artoo near Luke's X-Wing. "Hey, goldenrod!"
"Oh dear," Threepio muttered to Artoo, but nevertheless he shuffled forward anyways. "How can I help you, Captain Solo?"
"Han, I said I'm fine-"
"What the hell happened?! You were supposed to be looking out for her!"
At that, she actually snorted.
"I'm afraid we were attacked by those pirates. The Princess and Darth Vader made quick work of them, I assure you, though we barely made it out alive-"
"We were fine," Leia interrupted, taking Han's hand in her own. "As he said: Vader was there. And honestly, I was in far more danger from his flying than anything else."
Though Han didn't look fully convinced, he did let out a snort at that. "Yeah. That I believe." He'd managed to survive a dogfight with Vader before, and now that she'd actually experienced Vader's...skills, it was no small wonder that Han survived.
"Did you get what we needed?" she repeated.
He hesitated. She braced herself for an argument, but he finally sighed and nodded.
"Yeah." He reached into his pocket and held up a data chip. "I just hope it's the right information."
She snatched it eagerly. "I knew you could do it!" She was already moving to Artoo, who whistled happily as he settled in to prepare to accept the data. "Did they suspect who sent you?"
"That I don't know." Han followed her. "But there aren't many people in the galaxy strong enough to off Jabba and his goons and get away with it."
Had they gotten away with it? She wasn't sure. It was on the long list of things to worry about once Luke was safe and his injuries well on the mend. She inserted the chip into a slot just below Artoo's dome and waited for him to process the information.
"What about you?" Han asked. "Besides getting shot, I mean."
She scowled, reminded yet again of her conversation with the Rodian. "Luke's in this mess because he offered himself up as a slave in place of a little girl-"
"What?!"
"I know."
A stunned silence. Then, "What the hell is wrong with him?!"
"You know Luke. He has a hard time not helping others, regardless of the consequences."
"Yeah, I know, but slavery?!" Han huffed, crossing his arms. "You can't leave the kid alone for five minutes."
She completely agreed.
Artoo beeped happily, and his projector lit, and a star map of the Outer Rim surrounded them.
"Well good to know it wasn't empty," Han grumbled as Leia eagerly began reviewing it in detail.
"And better, he's highlighted sectors where they lost ships." And it was good news, but she frowned at the sheer number of them. "There's...more than I would have expected."
"Maybe he added in some to throw us off."
"Do you think he knows?" A horrible thought occurred to her. "Black Sun's relationship with the Empire is on good terms, but what about Vader?"
"I don't think he realized it was Vader, exactly."
"But if his pirates on Taris told him Vader was there-"
"He wouldn't know until well after I left." He paused, thinking about it. "Probably."
Probably wasn't secure enough for her comfort, but she dropped it anyway. For now. "Well, we know Luke's on a planet that can sustain forests. So I think we can narrow this down some."
Leia led Han and Artoo into her quarters where they spent the next half hour zooming in on various planets. Neither of them had a datapad, so they began with the planets they knew wouldn't be a likely candidate. Water worlds, ice planets, volcanic planets...as they identified them, Artoo dimmed their brightness on the map. She knew quite a few from her time as a senator, but Han knew far more. He was, after all, a smuggler: he'd roamed the Outer Rim for years, getting up close and personal with many of them. Sometimes he added a comment about how the world they were discussing fared as an ideal hide out for pirates and smugglers, which she also mentally noted as they moved through the planets.
Soon though, they heard the sound of a blast door opening, followed by the purposeful footsteps and mechanical breathing of Darth Vader.
Han hesitantly put some space between them, and she immediately missed the warmth of his presence, especially as Vader's cold one approached.
"Well?" Vader growled, turning his mask on Han.
Han nodded to the star map. "We're narrowing the list down now."
She raised a brow, pleased he hadn't given Vader a sarcastic retort. Then again, Han's eyes were still riveted to the map, a thoughtful frown on his face.
Vader was silent for a few breaths, before he too turned his attention to the map. "What have you based your search on so far?"
"We took out any planet that wouldn't support a forest...though you might know more that we're missing." Leia said. Vader was probably more traveled than the both of them combined.
Vader reviewed it for a moment, and she half expected him to insist Han leave, but he too apparently didn't care to get into a verbal (or worse, physical) match. "Remove Brembo…" he said, and continued listing planets. Artoo dutifully did as told.
"Did Luke say if they made multiple hyperspace jumps?" Han asked when he finished.
"No." Vader crossed his arms. "And unfortunately the dog creatures that attacked him are relatively common on multiple Outer Rim planets."
"It would still be good to chart possible planets within hyperspace jump from Taris." Leia said.
"And the smuggler's lanes," Han added.
Vader inclined his head, and she could feel his distaste as he reluctantly motioned to the map. "Show us."
Han gave the coordinates to Artoo, and an uncharted hyper lane appeared. "There's been some Imperial activity recently along that route, but the chances of being stopped are still relatively low. If they intended to carry a cargo of slaves, particularly someone they expected to get a lot of money on-"
The temperature plunged, and even Han stepped back as Vader snapped, "Speaking from experience, Solo?!"
Han glared. "I may be a smuggler, Your Breathlessness, but I'd never smuggle slaves!"
Vader tensed, and he reached up-
Leia quickly stepped between him and Han, heart hammering in her chest. She had no idea if that would stop her father from strangling him, but she didn't know what else to do.
"If you two can't play nice then separate!" She leveled a glare at Vader, and though he didn't look at her...he slowly lowered his hand, as though it took him considerable effort.
"As you wish."
And without another word, he turned back to the star map.
Behind her, Han wheezed, and black fury coursed through her.
She hadn't stopped it.
It was a reminder that yet again, not only did she know next to nothing about the Force, but Han was in danger here. She wanted to demand that he leave now to save himself; she was sure Vader would still be more than happy to let him go. But she knew Han wouldn't leave her.
What would she do if Vader killed him? She was powerless to stop him, and the thought of losing Han forever...
"Well," Han managed, and his throat sounded drier than the sand on Tatooine. "I can see I'm not needed here anymore."
She didn't dare take her eyes off Vader, who resolutely ignored him, but her heart ached. If it weren't for her...sure, he'd still be in carbonite, but he also wouldn't be under constant threat from her own father. "I'll take you back-"
"No," Han rushed as Vader tensed yet again. "I can show myself out."
Vader turned, but said nothing.
"If you're worried I'll leave-"
"You should," Vader grumbled.
"-you don't need to worry. I have zero desire to talk to any of your Imperial friends."
"Han…" Leia started, but he was already leaving. She yearned to follow, to make sure he was alright…
And Han must have read her mind, because at the door he turned. "Find Luke, Leia. I'm fine."
And he was gone.
Leaving her alone with Vader.
She clenched her fists as she reluctantly turned back to the star map, resolutely choosing not to look or acknowledge the man standing next to her. I should go after him anyway, she thought, and yet she didn't. Han was right. As much as she hated Vader for what he'd done, Han was alive. Luke was in far greater danger.
But that didn't mean she wanted to continue working with the man who'd attacked her lover.
She watched Vader trace the various hyperspace lanes, marking planets along the way that fit Luke's description. There were two on the lane Han suggested, and four more on other more traveled lanes.
Vader studied them. "Assuming they didn't drop out of hyperspace to chart another course elsewhere, these are likely our best bets."
She said nothing, only glared at the highlighted planets.
Hopefully, Luke was on one of them. They'd find him, he'd get the treatment he needed, then the three of them could figure out how the hell to get out of Vader's clutches.
"You are angry with me."
"No shit."
"I don't appreciate the language."
"Please. I'm not five."
"Solo responded aggressively. I decided to finish it."
"By killing him? Because he called you a name?!" She whirled on him, finally.
"I wasn't going to kill him." He sounded annoyed, as if she would have expected any differently when he started strangling him.
"This is exactly what I was talking about earlier!"
"I am a-"
"A Sith, yes, you've said that a billion times!" She rolled her eyes. "And my answer hasn't changed! You're supposed to be a father first, and as much as I hate you, that includes both Luke and I!"
Vader was silent, and she huffed furiously. "Whatever. Let's just find Luke. I agree those would be the top picks, but we need to make sure there wasn't another jump somewhere."
He continued in silence for a few breaths more, before he reluctantly nodded. "It is nearing the time I told him I'd contact him if I had further questions. I will ask."
At the mention of Vader's meditation bond with Luke, her mood tanked further.
"I want to talk to Luke." It sounded petulant and childish, but she didn't bother taking it back. She was tired of Vader being the middleman, and for once, she wanted some kind of control over the mysterious power she'd been given.
"You do not know how."
"I would if you taught me."
There. She'd said it. She wasn't asking to learn the Dark Side but if she just learned something, even from Vader…
She could contact Luke. She could protect Han.
She could protect herself.
Vader stared at her, and she could feel him deciding. Part of him seemed tempted to train her, and she doubted it was for anything as innocent as meditation...but he shook his head. "My answer has not changed."
But why?
He'd been so eager to force Luke to join him that he'd cut his hand off. Why the second thoughts now? Was it because he just wanted to train Luke?
Did he not think she was capable?
Her earlier anger deepened, even as Vader turned. "As I said. I'm going to contact Luke. I will update you later and we will make changes to the map depending on what he says."
"Fine."
It wasn't fine. She watched him go, ideas filling her head even as he went.
He wasn't the only one who'd talk to Luke today.
Hell no.
She'd figure out meditation. She'd contact Luke. She'd show Vader she had just as much skill as her brother did.
She didn't give a damn what it took.
It had been two days since he'd started his painfully slow journey towards civilization. Even the muscles in his good leg had begun burning within the first hour, and by now it was totally numb and threatening to give out. He had to frequently stop and lean against a tree trunk to catch his breath, and it wasn't long before he was totally drenched in sweat. The constant movement exacerbated his injuries further, and he could feel his leg, his shoulder, his chest, his head throb harder and harder with each passing hour.
But he didn't give up.
My father is coming.
Those words were chanted in his head and under his breath like a prayer. They were a lifeline that he focused on, even as dark settled and behind him he heard the echoes of the Creature tearing into the ship again.
My father is coming, my father is coming, my father is coming, my father…
In the dark he stumbled far too often to count. More scratches and bruises formed on his skin, but he barely felt them. Not when he still needed to put distance between him and that Creature. He wasn't even sure he was going in the right direction, but he bit down on the urge to use the Force to guide him through. He maintained a straight course, and hoped it worked for the best.
That first morning, just before dawn, he'd heard the Creature's furious roar.
He froze, winced, and waited. He didn't know for sure, but it sounded like it had discovered he wasn't there anymore.
But even with his slow pace, he was now too far ahead for it to try to find him before sunlight, so he heard nothing more.
As soon as sunlight hit, he found a sturdy, thick tree trunk, sat down, and instantly passed out.
He was half hoping Vader would be there, if only to ask him how close he was to finding him. But his dreams had been normal, interrupted only by noises of the forest.
It turned out to be a blessing. His body needed the rest. If it weren't for the knowledge that he was on an unknown planet, in a forest that had very real threats to his life, and he still needed to get to civilization, he might have kept sleeping. But his mind constantly reminded him: Wake up. Your father is coming. You're in danger. Get up.
He slowly came to-then bolted awake when he felt hands in his pockets.
Except they weren't hands. He found himself face-to-face with beeked monkeys...and in their paws were the last of his ration bars.
"Hey!" he shouted, then reached out to take his only food back. The monkeys darted away, faster than he could move. He barely had time to focus on one of the bars and yank it back using the Force before they had disappeared into the treetops.
He scowled at his one remaining bar, the only food he now had left, and cursed his rotten luck. Now, more than ever before, he hoped his father was near, especially as his stomach growled painfully. He still had his water container. He could survive...but he'd already lost weight before this whole mess began. He didn't know how long he had left, or what his father would find when he did make it there.
"Kriffing beek monkeys," he muttered, and though his muscles quivered and ached, he forced himself back on his leg. "Kriffing beek monkeys!"
And for the rest of that day and into the night, his chant switched between My father is coming, and kriffing beek monkeys.
But at least during the night, when he heard the Creature's roars, it was far away.
The next morning, he again found a sturdy, thick trunk and propped up against it. His muscles shivered in relief as he slid down to the ground, stretching his broken leg out as comfortably as he could.
By now, his last ration bar had been eaten, so he didn't have to worry about more food thieves. Still, he checked the water container a few times even as he leaned his head back against the rough wood and closed his eyes.
When he opened them, his father was there.
They were still in the forest. The scenery hadn't changed, and his heartbeat quickened.
He was here! He'd finally found him! He could finally go back...well, not home exactly, but somewhere where he wasn't under constant threat of being eaten.
He opened his mouth to ask where he'd landed the ship. Maybe he could bring it a little closer so he wouldn't have to get up and walk so far…
"Is this the forest you described?"
Hope fled so quickly, it was as if Vader had punched him in the gut. He swallowed thickly, trying (and failing) to push back tears. He glanced down to hide them. "I...yeah. It is."
He was dreaming. And this stupid kriffing planet had now become meaningful enough to him that he was now seeing it in his dreams. Even if he did escape, he'd probably still see it when he slept.
It wasn't a comforting thought.
Vader was silent, and Luke heard his footsteps as he walked around. "You were not lying when you said there weren't many identifying features of this forest," he said after a while, and he realized he'd been looking for more clues.
"Trust me. If there were, I'd have told you the last time I saw you."
He still glared down at his hands folded in his lap, listening to Vader's consistent breathing pattern.
"What troubles you?" Vader finally asked, and Luke picked up on the worry that something else had injured him.
Luke snorted. "Nothing else injured me. Well. Beyond a few extra scrapes."
Despite the sweat still sticking to his skin, the temperature plunged and he shivered. "Scrapes?!"
And despite the fact that he was hungry, tired, hurting, and very much disappointed that his father hadn't found him, he couldn't help but laugh, finally looking back up. "You can't really be upset over that."
Vader crossed his arms over his chest. "I am not pleased you are in a position to get them."
"I'm not either, but it could be worse."
And Vader's mood plunged further, his shoulders tensing. Luke had the distinct impression he was glaring at him. "It very nearly was."
Luke wracked his brain for anything that had happened that he hadn't told him already. The only thing he could think was… "You're not in my head, are you?"
"No. Why? Should I be?"
Luke shuddered as he felt dark tendrils brush against his shields. "No. That's creepy, don't do that."
"Then why are you asking? What are you hiding?"
Yes, he was definitely getting glared at.
"I'm not hiding anything. I just thought you'd found out about the monkeys."
Vader hesitated. "I almost don't want to ask."
But he wouldn't let him not tell him anyway. Luke sighed. "Apparently this forest is infested with beek monkeys. They stole all but one of my food rations. And now I'm out completely."
Vader was silent for so long, Luke was starting to think he didn't know what to do with him. He didn't blame him. He didn't know what to do with himself, these days.
"If it helps," Vader finally said, "I believe I am close to knowing where you are. If you are lucky, I will find you within the next twenty four hours."
"Well my luck has been shit lately, so what's the max amount of time?"
"I am certain-"
"I know, but what if it isn't? I need to start preparing for the worst."
Vader's fury suddenly spiked, and Luke flinched as he pointed at him. "You will not die, don't you dare-"
"I didn't mean that!" How was it possible to be so quick to anger? How was it possible to be so possessive? He didn't know how he'd handle it once he was safe and had nothing else to do but deal with Vader's volatile mood swings. "I meant if I need to find other sources of food. Jeez, would you calm down?!"
"I would be a lot calmer if my son hadn't tried to offer himself as a slave to Black Sun!"
Luke's words died on his tongue.
What?
"Your sister found the Rodian family on Taris," Vader explained heatedly. "You attempted to save their child from slavery by offering yourself."
He scrambled to remember.
The memories were blurry, and they made his head throb. He could see a Rodian man on the ground, with bruises and blood on his shirt. A woman sank to her knees as she begged. Three scruffy-looking humans held a young boy between them, and a mustached pirate was telling him to leave.
Take me instead.
A sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.
"Do you recall now?!" Vader hissed. And this time, he had every right to be pissed.
"I...it does sound like something I'd do…"
Wrong words to say.
"Something you'd do?!" Vader repeated. He was yelling now, his vocoder booming through the forest. "Something you'd do?!"
"I couldn't just let them take-"
"Do you have any idea what it means to be a slave?!" Vader was pacing now, hands clenched at his sides. "You're fitted with a chip, a chip that prevents you from leaving or escaping, because if you do, all your master has to do is press a switch and your head blows up!"
His mouth went dry. He'd heard stories on Tatooine, but his aunt and uncle had done their best to shelter him from that life…
And Vader had been a slave. He'd once had a chip.
"When you are a slave you are no longer human in the eyes of your masters! You are expendable! You are a commodity that can be bought and sold on a whim! It breaks your soul and grinds you until you no longer feel like a person. Your very identity is stripped from you and-" Vader broke off, suddenly stopping in his tracks, staring out into the forest.
Luke could feel the anger choking him. Anger at him, for daring to throw his life away. And...anger at himself.
It's obvious being enslaved to the Dark Side is more important to you than anything else.
His words from their earlier argument hung in the air. He'd said them in a fit of anger, more to wound Vader than anything else. He'd forgotten it up until now, having had other problems weighing on his mind, but now they were inescapable.
Vader's description of slavery...it fit.
And though it gave some troubling insight into why his father was the way he was...his heart ached.
He opened his mouth to...to say what, he didn't know, but Vader interrupted. "How did you plan on getting out of that?!"
So. He wasn't done getting chewed out. To be fair, it had been one of his more reckless stunts. He sort of deserved it.
He tried to remember. Again, everything was a haze...but he remembered standing on the bridge of the ship he'd spent the last few weeks in. A bearded man stood there, glaring at him, and another mustached man was arguing with him.
He didn't remember all the words...but a few phrases did jump out.
"He's a Jedi!"
"Show him!"
Then his own voice, boldly declaring, "I told you, I don't have those powers!"
It was enough that Luke was able to fill in the rest of the blanks, and he winced.
"Well?!" Vader demanded.
"Uh. You won't like it."
"I already don't like it! It can't be any worse!" He winced again, and the temperature dropped further. "What did you do?!"
"Eh...I...I must have shown the pirates on Taris my powers-"
"What?!"
"-and then when they brought me to...probably their captain, I pretended that I didn't."
Vader just stared at him. And considering Luke could feel the black fury his father was spiraling into, that was somehow worse than the yelling. His right hand twitched, and he was tempted to try to stand up to at least defend himself if his father attempted to lash out again…
But neither one of them had a chance to respond.
For a new presence entered the vision, this one bright and pure and just as strong as his own. It was as if a second sun had arrived…
And it centered its focus directly on him.
"Luke Skywalker!"
Vader whirled, anger partly evaporating into shock. And Luke...Luke just stared at his father, trying to comprehend the voice that was so familiar, he knew it as well as his own.
No. It...it couldn't be. Had the dream started mutating into a pain fueled illusion? And yet...yet he'd called out to her on Bespin, but he'd known how to do so...Leia didn't know, at least he didn't think…
And yet when he finally turned towards the voice, towards the presence that was stomping furiously towards him, he couldn't deny that he was, indeed, looking at a very-real Leia Organa.
Or rather, Leia Skywalker.
Just as he and Vader were, she was as he'd last seen her. Her hair was braided into a crown around her head. She wore the white, dirtied jumpsuit, and there was that righteous fire in her dark brown eyes that made full grown men twice her size think twice about disobeying her.
And they were focused directly on him.
"I told you to go on vacation!" She stopped over him, hands on her hips. From the ground, he was forced to look up at her. The visual somehow made her seem far more...terrifying. "Do you know what that word means?! Do you need the definition?!"
He tried and failed to come up with an adequate response. Vader, he'd been expecting here, but not Leia. It wasn't as though he wasn't happy to see her, he was, but his brain was still trying to comprehend the sudden arrival of his now twin sister, and the fact that she was apparently just as pissed off as Vader was.
He honestly wasn't sure who to be afraid of more.
"How did you get here?" Vader demanded...or it sounded that way. Distantly, Luke could feel his confusion echoing his own. Apparently, Vader hadn't thought she knew how, either.
Leia barely spared him a glance. "Oh, like meditation is hard?"
Vader hesitated. "Actually, yes. For some."
Luke wanted to ask if it had been hard for Vader when he'd first started, but he didn't think now was the appropriate time.
Especially as Leia turned her wrath back on him.
"I told you to lay low! Do you have any idea how scared I am for you?! Do you have any idea what I thought when I felt you...you get injured?!"
She'd felt that?
"I thought you'd died! Then I couldn't reach you anymore and I was certain of it! Then this moof milker shows up and and forces me to tell him I'm related to you-"
"Moof milker?!" Vader started, and Leia threw him a dark glare, pointing at him with just as much threat as any point their father had done.
"Do not interrupt me!"
Vader bristled, about to do just that, but Leia was back on Luke.
"Then I had to tell him what happened and only then did I know you weren't dead!"
Guilt washed over him. If he'd thought Leia was dead, and for so long, with only Vader to tell him she was alive in probably not the most comforting terms…
"Leia, I-" he croaked, pleading.
"I said don't interrupt me!" Now she was pointing at him, and he shrank back against the tree.
He'd decided. He was far more afraid of Leia.
"Then I find out you offered yourself up to be a slave?! What the hell is wrong with you, Luke?!"
He didn't answer. He wasn't sure how to, and he wasn't sure she was done yet…
She wasn't. "Even if you weren't dead, I could have lost you forever anyway! And the kid you were trying to save was taken into slavery anyway! That means all of this was for nothing!"
He'd felt as if he'd been punched. "Wait, what? Vader didn't say-"
"I didn't know," Vader added, staring at Leia.
And this time, Leia's anger seemed to pause. Then, quieter this time, she repeated, "The kid was sold into slavery anyway, Luke. You could have died for nothing. You're injured and lost for nothing."
"Your sister is injured for nothing," Vader added darkly. "She was shot at Taris."
"In the arm, I am fine, stop being dramatic!"
It was as if he'd been gutted. He could hardly breathe-it hurt to breathe. When he swallowed, it felt as if he were trying to swallow an entire Jogan Fruit whole.
The boy was a slave anyway. He didn't regret trying to save him, but to know he'd failed so spectacularly, and now Leia was not only injured but forced to tell Vader her identity…
He knew how much she'd hated him. Vader took his hand, but he'd taken far more from her. And now she was with him, putting her life at risk to find him…
And the boy hadn't even been saved.
Leia's features softened. "Luke, I didn't mean...the fact you tried-"
"I'm sorry." The words were bitter on his tongue, but he forced himself to say them anyway as he looked from Vader to Leia. "I'm sorry."
He was sorry for failing to save the boy. He was sorry for how he'd gone about doing it. He was sorry for forcing Leia to be in this situation, that she'd gotten hurt.
He was sorry for making both of them think he was dead, intentionally and unintentionally.
Leia's shoulders slumped, and the anger evaporated just as quickly as it had come. He tried not to see the similarities between that and his father's emotions, but it was difficult not to.
"Oh Luke," she said softly, shaking her head...then turned to Vader. "Well. I'm here now. You can go."
Vader's gaze had never left her from the moment she arrived, but now his fury was back. "I am not done here."
"You've had plenty of time with Luke." Leia made a motion with her hand. "Shoo. I'll ask him about the hyperspace jump."
Luke's jaw dropped.
Did she just...shoo Darth Vader?!
Despite the guilt still eating him alive, it was such a Leia thing to do, he couldn't help but smile.
Vader hesitated, obviously wanting to tell her exactly what he thought of that request (and probably the way she'd said it), but then he stopped.
"Fine," he snarled, pointing at her. "But hurry up. He has to wake up and keep moving."
Luke frowned.
What exactly had happened between the two of them while he'd been stuck here? He wondered, but didn't dare ask. Not as Leia huffed and gave a mock salute, and Vader disappeared.
Leaving him alone with his sister.
Vader gets called names. Han gets Force choked. Luke's list of problems keep being added to. Leia is such a fire cracker. She almost literally banged the metaphorical vision door down and practically was like "ALRIGHT NO MORE BOYS CLUB, ITS MY TURN NOW"! Leia is goals. Seriously. But hey! At least Luke and Leia get to talk again!
One note: The galaxy is a big, big place. With what little Luke knows about where he is, it doesn't make sense for Vader to immediately find him. They're getting very close...but it wouldn't have been realistic at all had I had Vader find Luke like immediately after finding out he was alive. We are getting close, though.
The song for this chapter is Leave Out All The Rest by Linkin Park
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