Uhh... something that popped into my head after reading several other fanfictions. Relatively small, but I think I'll continue it.
Disclaimer: Yes, because I'd be posting this on if I owned Star Wars...
Her father got angry when she said she hated him. She had always thought this odd, especially coming from such a man as her father. Lord Vader and Senator Bail Organa were two very different men with two very different beliefs – at least, this was how she saw them. So, she found it odd that a man like her father – a man who worked with and for his people, a man who found time for anyone and especially her – would ever stand up for a man like Vader – a man who had no conscience, a man who carried out his Emperor's dirty deeds.
Because his Emperor wasn't her Emperor
She never said this out loud, afraid that the ever present Storm Troopers, or Imperial Spies Force knows there were plenty of them around! would hear her and take her away. So she kept the thought to herself, tucked away in the recesses of her mind but always there, burning away like a flame. She told herself she would never forget what the Empire had done to the Galaxy and its people.
At first she had been filled with lofty ideas of helping the Galaxy – she would be known as the woman who had stared evil in its eyes and stared defiantly back. Well, one sitting in the Senate and her dreams came crashing down around her. Her father had told her then that the Senate was a joke – something the Emperor kept around merely for pretenses.
And she had gathered that flame to her heart
It was thought of an Empire free Galaxy that kept her going, a Galaxy where everyone could work – not just the humans. A Galaxy where everyone was equal and everyone could have a home and a family of their own. A Galaxy where no-one had to pay tribute to a power hungry man whose ambition and greed had destroyed countless lives.
She remembered that her father had smiled sadly when she had said this to him. He had hugged her tightly and told her that he was glad she thought such things, that she knew the difference between right and wrong. She had asked him whether he had such thoughts too – his reply confused her.
"I used to, Sweetie. But that was such a long time ago."