5 Things That Never Happened To Leia Organa
I
"Leia! Leia!" The young girl leaned into the doorway to see her aunt. "Leia. Tell Uncle that if he gets a translator droid to be sure it speaks Boche."
"Doesn't look like we'll have too much choice in the matter, but I'll remind him."
The farmgirl strode out into the desert to see her Uncle, Owen Lars, choose a red R-series droid, and then choose a gold 3PO unit. "Leia," he called her over. "Take these two droids downstairs and get them cleaned up as best you can."
Sure," Leia Skywalker said. "What's your designation?" she asked the 3PO droid.
"I am See-Threepio, at your service, m'lady." The golden droid bowed.
She smiled. "You needn't call me 'm'lady'—Leia will suffice."
"As you wish, m'lady." She smiled again, and moved over to the red R-series astromech droid. She began to speak when the thing exploded in her face.
Wiping soot out of her face, she turned to her Uncle. "Uncle Owen, I wouldn't pay for that astromech droid if I were you."
As Owen glared at the Jawas, Threepio pointed to a blue astromech. "M'lady, if I may be so bold, that R2 unit there is in fine condition. If the Jawas sell him for the same price as this—" he absent-mindedly kicked the wreckage of the red droid "—you'd be getting an incredible bargain."
"Hmm. Uncle Owen, why don't we get the blue one there?"
As Owen purchased it, the droid wheeled over. "What's his designation?"
The droid tweetled. "He is Artoo-Detoo, m'lady. And," he added to the droid, "if I were you, I would not make snide remarks about how the soot accents her face, you overweight lob of grease." If droids could glare, Threepio would have certainly done so to Artoo. "You must forgive him, m'lady. He hasn't had a memory wipe in years, so he's gone a bit...eccentric."
"It's all right. Really. Come on—let's get you two cleaned up."
II
"Young Skywalker, what troubles you?"
"I don't know, Master. I feel as though I am missing part of myself."
"Perhaps your connection to the Force..."
"No, it is stronger than ever. I fell it through the Force...like I have a twin, somewhere out in the galaxy..."
"Hmm." The Master sighed. "Perhaps, Leia, time it is, to tell you the truth."
"What truth, Master Yoda?"
"A twin, you do have. In fact, coming, he is. Trained by another Jedi, he has been. Now, since twenty years you both are, decided that you should meet, we have." As he spoke, a ship descended. From the ship came two men; one was an old man, with worn robes and a head of white hair; the other was young, about Leia's age—was Leia's age—and wore dark brown Jedi robes, as well as a lightsaber.
"Hello, old friend," the elder man bowed to Yoda.
"Greetings, Obi-Wan," Yoda said, returning the greeting. "Hmm," he gave the younger man an appraising look. "Train him well, did you?"
"I hope so. Luke," he brought the boy forward, "this is your sister, Leia."
III
"Empress? Are you well?"
"Hmm. I am not certain."
"Shall I call a medic?"
"No; I am well physically. But through the Force...there is something amiss."
"Well, m'lady, there I simply cannot help you. I can only offer my sympathies, and hope you will improve."
"Thank you, my friend. Is there anything else?"
"No, m'lady. Thank you, Empress."
"Thank you, Master Solo." As Solo left, the Empress Leia Skywalker couldn't help but feel that there was something about him...but she cast it aside for now.
The Empress entered her training chamber, where her brother was. "Well, Lord Vanadius? Shall we begin our duel for the day?"
"If you like, Lady Atris." He looked at her. "If I may ask, Leia, why the Sith names?"
"They are how the galaxy knows us—we should get used to the names."
"Alright, but to each other—can we still be brother and sister?"
"Of course...Luke."
IV
"Your Majesty, I must ask; what good is there to be done in antagonizing the Emperor? You know the power he has..."
"That is the reason, Captain Typho. My aunt would not stand aside, and nor shall I. Is that not clear in my actions?"
"It is. But evicting the Imperial presence here and having the Emperor's villa put up for public auction will not bode well for us."
"We threw off the Trade Federation with twenty people and the Gungan Army. This time there is the Rebel Alliance, with thousands of members, and the Gungans are willing to put their all into this fight. I do not fear the Emperor's wrath, Captain. Nor should you."
"As you wish, Your Majesty. Shall I allow Master Kenobi to enter?"
"You shall." The door opened, revealing an elderly man in Jedi robes. Her old friend, Ben Kenobi. "Ben, how are you?"
"I am well, Leia," he said as she embraced him. "But there's some information you need to have. Some information pertaining to your aunt...and your father."
"Well, out with it, Ben—what is it?"
He seemed to hesitate, then said, "Padmé Naberrie Amidala was not your aunt—she was your mother. And your father was Anakin Skywalker."
"The Hero With No Fear? Are you serious? The one the sludgenets are always saying is in hiding and about to return to overthrow the Emperor?"
"The very one. But I'm sorry, Leia. He is dead. I saw it myself. He fell into the lava at Mustafar. He didn't make it out. I'm sorry to put this on you, but it is time you knew."
"Not at all, Ben. It just further strengthens my resolve." She turned to her friend. "Ben, you served in the Clone Wars, did you not?"
"I did."
She paused. Then, "Will you help us when the Empire comes? We'll need all the help that we can get, and a Jedi Master on our side might improve matters."
"Alright. I'll do it. Not for you, Leia, but for this planet. I lost three people on Tatooine, then Tatooine itself when Vader used the Dark Side to cause both suns to go nova. I couldn't bear to lose this planet...or you, I'll admit. You have my services, Your Majesty."
Adjusting to the formalities now, Leia said, "Thank you, General Kenobi. Please head to the NSF center and coordinate a plan with Captain Typho and Colonel Tarpals."
"As you wish. Thank you, Queen Amidala."
"Thank you, Ben. Now hurry; we've not much time."
As Ben retreated, Leia Naberrie, Queen Amidala II looked out her palace windows to the city of Theed. They had little hope of victory. But she would defend this place to her death.
V
"I'm sorry, Leia. There was nothing I could do."
"It's all right, Father. If I'm strong in the Force like they say, then I'll be fine."
"But Leia, you're about to be executed..."
"I know the details of today's agenda, Father. But I'll be just fine."
"Leia Organa, you are about to be executed by fire-squad for your Force-Potentiality. Do you have any last words?" At a no, "Then would you care for a blindfold, or will you not?"
"No blindfold."
"All right; your choice. Guard, ready!" As the blasters lowered, Leia stared at the black, featureless eyes the stormtroopers had. There was no fear in her; only victory.
"Aim!" A broad smile spread across her face.
"Fire!" Seven blaster bolts lanced in towards her. She felt a sudden tearing sensation, then her body dissolved.
And Leia Organa was one with the Force.
