Fragment
by Inarae
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to George Lucas, including my gratitude for creating the Star Wars universe I so often play in.
Some random SW ficing. My opinion on what
should happen in episode three, told in a fragment of a story about Leia and
Luke after RotJ. . . Most cannon outside of the movies is ignored. A bit of fanfic cliche snuck in, but it
looked at me with pitiful puppy dog eyes and I let it stay. I`m too soft hearted, I know.
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Leia, currently a councilor for the New Republic on Coruscant, is quickly
stuffing clothing and supplies into a bag, preparing to go rescue her brother,
who has been captured by an group with an unknown grudge against the Jedi.
Her back stiffened just before she heard the quiet breath behind her. Some
premonition. . . She turned, and He was there, on the doorstep of her home,
with her children laughing at some holo in the living room just two small rooms
away. Behind her was the thankfully locked door to the bedroom she shared with
Han, and then another door to the rest of the apartment, but their laughter was
still audible. . . Han was there, and there was another exit to the palace
proper the children could escape through, put in since the last time her
children had come under attack. . .
"I need to speak with you. About your brother, and your plans. It need not
be here."
He knew her plan. No big surprise, most likely half the council knew, or
suspected, and they didn