Name: Leia Skywalker, legally Leia Organa

Gender: Female

Rank: Princess of Alderan

Location: Death Star

Mission: N/A

Leia gasped for strength, lying on a hard, cold bed. It had been four weeks since the Tantive was invaded by Darth Vader, but Leia couldn't know for sure.

For the past weeks, the droids would probe and torture her, seeking information. But Bail had said not to give them any information, and information she did not give.

Every time she had almost asleep, the droids poked and pained her more. She hadn't slept in weeks… time seemed to fly by, so she only assumed it had been weeks. Vader had hoped that the lack of sleep would draw info out of her. So far, he had been incorrect.

She was so tired, that a few times she almost gave away the information of the plans' location. Almost. Vader had promised her a spot beside him and Tarkin. One step below the Emperor… that would mean she would be part of the Empire, and she told herself she wouldn't.

Leia barely had the strength to do it, but the dryness in her throat forced her to clear and swallow the saliva that had built up in her mouth. Leia let out the most intricate sound she could in her current state, which translated to something of a, "Auhhhh".

The Princess knew to stay strong though. The lives of millions depended on her. If she let the plans' location fall into Vader's hands, the Rebellion would die, along with the citizens of the galaxy's freedom.

Leia tried to stay awake, knowing that if she fell into sleep, or the state before it, the droids would torture her more. But sleep felt so inviting right then, and she couldn't resist.

Her eyelids fell over her eyes, and for a second she wondered if the droids were coming at all. Sleep overcame her, and she smiled and invited it.

Leia woke up, feeling more refreshed than she ever felt before. Her throat was dry, so she swallowed. "W-what has happened?" Leia asked herself, talking for the first time in days.

Leia no longer sat in a gray, dull room, but instead a worn metal one. A warm, protective feeling fell over Leia, making her smile. Mon Mothma, one of the leaders of the Republic, walked into the room through an entrance in front of her. Leia gasped, after thinking of how she had been on the Death Star just the last time she was awake.

"Leia Organa? Is it really you?" Mon Mothma asked. Her voice sounded younger, a lot more different than before.

"Y-yeah… Mon?" Leia asked, to find Mon Mothma smile, chuckle, then turn her mouth to an," O".

"You mean Mon Mothma?" Mon asked. Leia nodded. "I'm not Mon Mothma! I'm her grandaughter, Almia Mothma."

"Grandaugher?! Mon never had any grandchildren…" Leia gasped.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"I was on the Death Star, prisoner of Vader…"

"Vader? Death Star? Honey, that was 50 years ago! The Empire died out, after they thought you did too. Two years later, we killed Palpatine. Wasn't easy, 'cause we had to destroy his transfer ship. But we did it, without the plans," Almia sighed. Leia couldn't believe it… the Empire would know she would positively dead, only then throw her into space… Leia couldn't connect the dots.

"The plans?" Leia asked, confused.

"The Death Star plans! Only you knew where they were... " Almia sighed again.

Leia stayed quiet. "By the way, where were they? We couldn't find em' anywhere," Almia said, looking hopefully at Leia.

The dots suddenly connected in Leia's mind. "You're not Mon Mothma's granddaughter! You're a dream, made by Palpatine! Get away from me!" She screamed. Leia shoved "Almia" back with her feet, making her stumble until she finally looked up at Leia.

Almia's eyes had turned yellow, the pupils losing luster. "Where are the plans, girl?!" A hoarse, old voice croaked from Almia's throat.

"I'll never tell you where! Never!" Leia screamed. Blue bolts of lightning flew forth from Almia's fingers, that were now an old, crinkly yellow, at hit Leia. Even though it was a dream, the pain was real. Leia screamed in agony, moaning, "Never! Never!" Palptine's image slowly flowed through the fake body of Almia, until Palpatine himself stood in front of her, electricity flowing through his hands, like water would a cliff. Electricity burned her skin, making her feel as if she were on fire.

The world around her rippled, and the room returned to her prison cell. Leia was disappointed, as she was wanting to go back, rather go forward, back to when the war was over. It would be so much simpler… No struggles, just life. Peace, friendliness… No Palpatine, or Vader… But she knew that such times only came with struggle, and she was in that struggle. The thoughts of a better life were pushed aside from her mind.

With her renewed strength, Leia stood up, and walked to the door of the cell, somehow knowing Palpatine was on the Death Star. She could feel the darkness radiating from a certain room, a build up of power that no one could resist.

An explosion cut off her line of thought. The door to Leia's cell burst inwards, leaving it on the ground, smoking. Leia's mind jumped up to find a conclusion, baffled how someone willing to cause such an explosion in the open on the Death Star. Especially with Palpatine on board...

A man with a bag of spheres, a determined expression on his face, and a customized blaster rifle ran into the cell, dodging Stormtrooper fire.

"Whatta' you waitin' for, hurry! Get up, comeon! We haven't got all day!" The man said, his voice flowing the words together like water. Leia could have lost herself right then, in his elegant voice, but, as he commanded, she got up and ran towards him as quickly as her dress allowed her to without tripping.

A red blaster bolt flew in through the explosion area, and hit a wall behind Leia. The man ducked his head around the corner, returned fire with his blaster, then grabbed her left forearm and yanked her away.

His hand's skin was smooth, unlike she imagined. He shot once more, then dragged her to the left of the cell.

"We're calling for backup in cell block 4B there is an armed an dangerous man-" She heard a Stormtrooper say into his com before a blaster bolt hit him in the chest, sending him sprawling on the ground. The message is already through! Leia cursed internally.

Leia ran with the man as he did, running left. He quickly handed her a small blaster, and she nodded her thanks. She turned her head around, along with her right arm. She fired twice at the Stormtroopers following them.

She hit one, but missed the other. The remaining Stormtrooper shot his blaster, and it hit her rescuer in the left leg.

He cried out and fell. Leia was dragged down with him, and she ended up laying on his chest. She didn't dare to look at his face. Instead, she shot down the remaining Stormtrooper.

Just as the last one fell, ten Stormtroopers rounded the corner. She couldn't hold them off, but instead turned to her "savior."

"Where…" He gasped through moans of agony. "Are the plans? Everyone on board the Tantive died, only you know where-". Leia shot him in the head with her gun. Another ruse.

She stood up from her crouch, and shouted, "You'll have to try harder than that, Palpatine!"

Instantly, her vision once again rippled from the center outwards, and she again sat in her steel bed in the cell.

A feeling of panic washed over her. Now she was doubting everything. Anything could be a dream, made by Palpatine. From that point on, she told herself not to trust anything or anyone.

Fifteen minutes later, an interrogation droid floated into the room. Darth Vader, dark lord of the Sith, followed the droid in. His breathing, while menacing, gave Leia a sense of calm. It was a familiar sound, even if every time she heard it, it was followed with unbearable pain.

Vader looked down at her, and she could almost feel the dissatisfied feeling radiating from his conscience.

"I assume you are wondering why I let you sleep?" Vader asked, using the Force to put slight pressure on all of Leia's body. Adrenaline flowed through veins now, and Vader knew he could use it to his advantage.

"Not really," Leia answered, trying to make her tone of voice sound like Vader was the most disgusting, rotten, self centered being in the galaxy. In her mind, she wasn't acting.

"Oh?"

"I got Palpatine's dreams. They don't scare me. You don't scare me."

"I find your overconfidence amusing."

Leia paused for a moment before answering, "I find your lack of limbs amusing."

The pressure increased around her neck, and she felt her throat constrict. "Shall we move on to the main event of my coming?"

"I suppose."

"Droid!" Vader boomed, summoning the interrogator droid.

"Yes sir?" The droid responded, floating over to him.

Vader pointed a finger at Leia. "Do what you must."

"With pleasure," The droid lowered to Leia height.

"Where are the plans?" Vader asked, starting the ritual.

Per usual, Leia responded with, "I'll never tell you where."

"So be it. Droid?" Vader waved his hand at the interrogator droid. It poked her with a serum, and even more adrenaline started to pump through her veins.

Soon after, pain, undescribable pain, pressed down on her, like someone was stabbing her with 100 knives in each organ, skin cell, or drop of blood she possessed.

The plans. The stolen Death Star plans, which many died to bring it to the Rebellion, caused this. Vader knew if he found the plans, he wouldn't have to worry about the Rebels having them. Also, whatever droid had them, they would reveal the Rebel Base location, through force or cooperation Vader didn't care.

"Where are the plans? The base? Tell me, and this pain will never have to be brought down on you again. Give in, for there is no sense in trying to resist the inevitable," Vader said.

"My life and pains are," she gasped between screams, "Less important than the safety of the Rebellion!"

"Are they now?" Vader paused and thought. "My master wishes to speak with you."

"Droid, stop the pain. I want her lively during the meeting."

The pain subsided, and Leia gasped for breath.

A meeting with Palpatine?

Name: Antony Quer

Gender: Male

Rank: Sergeant

Mission: N/A

The ship dropped out of space, into the atmosphere of the planet beneath them. It wasn't a fast transition, but it was unstoppable. The ship shuddered as it drew nearer.

Acting quickly now, Antony ran through the doorway out of the cockpit. Down the hallway he flew, a desperate tone settling over him. Everet couldn't escape… The Rebellion's life depended on him.

Antony drew the orange lightsaber from his belt, and ignited the blade. Crackles flew from the plasma, illuminating a larger section of the rooms than normal.

Holding it close to his chest, he slowly walked over to Everet's room. A blue lightsaber blade stabbed through the door, peeling at the metal. A hole was carved through the door. Everet stood there, Anakin's blue lightsaber in hand. Every rebel knew what it looked like, because they knew it signified Anakin before the Dark Side and the Empire. Antony gasped, wondering how it fell into the hands of Everet.

With a growl, he leapt at him, orange blade creating a triangle, the tip of the triangle being the base of the blade.

Everet swung Anakin's lightsaber to protect himself. Antony pressed his weight against the blades, shoving Everet into a bent position.

With one, "Ya!", Everet pushed upwards. Antony flew backwards onto the ground. Anakin's lightsaber swung up with Antony, eventually pressing down. Grunting, Antony let his feet beneath him stop supporting his weight.

Time, like it always had during an important moment in his life, slowed as Antony fell. He very well knew that his life depended on this movement, the simple act of falling. Everet, his facial expression unchanging, kept his lightsaber coming down.

Time came back to it's normal speed, and Antony hit the ground. He knew he should get up, avoid the blow, but he felt something.

He felt a presence. A presence stronger than he had ever felt before, for he could always feel others around him, but this was different.

It was like no other creature, human or otherwise, that he had encountered. It was as if he could feel the waves crashing down onto the beaches of Canto Bight. As if he could feel the very galaxy around him summed up into one being, the emotions of the worlds in it describing it. It was of no race, of that he was certain, for no creature could be as powerful as this one was.

Antony could not subdue, or otherwise grasp, the conscience. It was too great. The galaxy itself stood before his mind's eyes.

Antony concluded, for it could be nothing else, it was The Force. It was a being, but not.

Antony, as many Jedi before him, accepted it. He allowed it to flow through him, basking in its glory.

He realized, soon after accepting it, that was the feeling he had felt back on Coruscant. The power that was the reason he lived at that moment, was there.

The Force, the wave, manipulated Antony as its medium. But he did the same, using it for his own.

He opened his eyes, for he had been closing them tight, and saw light. Light, like none other. At first he thought it was a gift of the Force, before realizing it was his lightsaber.

A slight push from the soles of his feet moved him out of the way from the lightsaber blow Everet would have killed him with.

With a new weapon in his arsenal, he jumped up, and looked Everet in his dumbfounded face.