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It has been snowing since yesterday and looks great outside. I really wanted to try photographing my Star Wars figures.

1) Plo Koon, 2) Hoth rebels, General Riekaan and Major Derlin, 3) Agent Kallus and the Imperial Inquisitor

Honestly, they all look like they got a bit lost and are trying to pretend it’s still totally under control.

Things I love about the original Star Wars trilogy:

  • I love the beginning. I love that first moment of anticipation in the blue letters of “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” I love the explosion of music and excitement and adrenaline as the opening crawl begins, the immediate sensation that you have flown headfirst into something incredible. I love reading that Princess Leia races home aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy and that it is a dark time for the rebellion and that Luke Skywalker has returned to his home planet of Tatooine in an attempt to rescue his friend Han Solo from the clutches of the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt

  • I love Luke’s journey. I love how at first glance he’s just an ordinary farm boy who dreams of a bigger destiny but who has to help his aunt and uncle, stuck on a barren planet he fears he’ll never get off of. I love his pain and his devastation when he loses his home even though he always wanted to leave it. I love how he gets caught up in a whirlwind adventure because of the arrival of two droids. I love how he’s brave and true and loyal. I love that a simple farm boy becomes a hero, that he rescues Leia and destroys the Death Star and joins the rebellion. I love how he’d do anything to help his friends, how he leaves Dagobah to save Han and Leia and how he goes to get Han from Tatooine. I love how he always idolized his father, how his jedi training was centered around the desire to follow in Anakin Skywalker’s footsteps, and I love his conflict when he learns the truth. I love that he won’t kill Vader even knowing the evil he’s committed and his determination to save the man he once was. I love that the greater destiny he always wanted comes to a fork in the road, and that he stands at the precipice of two fates: is he doomed by the legacy of his blood, or can he forge his own path? I love that he strays to the very edge of the Dark side, and I love that Luke Skywalker does not fall. I love when he says, “I am a jedi, like my father before me.” I love that the Light in him prevails.

  • I love Leia. I love that she’s a princess AND and a spy AND a rebel soldier. I love her cinnamon bun hair. I love that she stands toe to toe with the most feared man in the galaxy and doesn’t cower. I love that she’s so strong that she can withstand Vader’s torture and that she takes control of her own rescue. I love how she can shoot a blaster and command troops and fly the Falcon. I love that she doesn’t even abandon her post on Hoth when the Empire is on their doorstep and the command center is under fire and she’s supposed to already be on her transport. I love that she’s dedicated to bringing peace to the galaxy. I love that even though she seems tough as nails, she still feels and hurts and fears and cries and that her strength doesn’t come at the price of her humanity. I love that she doesn’t ever stop fighting–not when her ship is captured, not when she’s taken prisoner, not when her planet is destroyed, not when the man she loves is taken, and not when she’s shot on the battlefield. I love that she’s Luke’s sister. I love that it’s her message that brings him into the story. I love that brother and sister separated at birth are drawn together by destiny, and I love that she’s just as nuanced as he is, that their paths and experiences are balanced–that he must cope with the knowledge that the father he idolized is a monster, while she must deal with the revelation that the monster she hated is her father. I love that she is an Organa and a Skywalker. I love when she learns who she is. I love that she has the Force. I love, “That boy is our last hope.” “No, there is another.” I love, “You’re wrong, Leia. You have that power, too.

  • I love that Han is just a smuggler and a rogue who wants nothing to do with the rebellion or the Force or the fight for the galaxy, but he takes a job transporting passengers to Alderaan and gets swept up in the whole mess. I love how he’s not the selfless mercenary that he seems to be. I love how he claims to care about only money, but then he turns around to help the rebels at Yavin. I love that he has a conscience. I love that he can’t help but get attached to the dumb kid he picked up in Mos Eisley and the haughty princess who insulted him the second they met. I love that he volunteers to go out into the freezing conditions on Hoth without a second thought because his friend’s out in it. I love that he gets his clearance to leave but he won’t get out of danger when he knows that stubborn, crazy Leia isn’t safe yet. I love how he’s so smart and daring and can fly through an asteroid field and that he escapes from the Empire by hiding on a Star Destroyer right under the enemy’s nose and drifting off with the trash. I love, “Never tell me the odds.” I love that he doesn’t even think of himself when he’s about to be frozen in carbonite. I love how that smuggler that “ain’t in it for your revolution” becomes a general in the rebellion who would sacrifice his life for his friends. I love that Han doesn’t have the Force. I love that he’s just a regular person with an enormous heart that he pretends not to have who gets through thanks to his cunning and his stubbornness and his courage. I love that he’s a good man.

  • I love that a princess and a scoundrel find true love. I love the way they bicker and fight and drive each other crazy. I love how Han calls Leia ridiculous names like “Your Worship” and “Your Highnessness” and I love how Leia gives it right back to him. I love that neither of them are willing to admit how they feel. I love that they’re both afraid. I love the angst because Han has to leave and Leia doesn’t want to give her heart away to a man who’s going to take off, and I love that Han doesn’t want her to get hurt because of him and the bounty on his head. I love “Do you think a princess and a guy like me…?” I love when they finally kiss on the Millennium Falcon. I love that Han would do anything to protect her. I love that he tells Chewie to take care of her when he knows he’s probably going to die. I love their desperate embrace in front of Vader and Boba Fett and all the stormtroopers. I love that Leia leaves the rebel alliance to go rescue him. I love that Han was willing to step aside for her to be with Luke when he thinks that would make her happy. I love that they’re equals–that they’re both strong and smart and independent. I love that they have each other’s backs in battle. I love that they bring out the best in each other. I love “I love you.” “I know.

  • I love that the Millennium Falcon is the fastest ship in the galaxy. I love how much Han loves it. I love that there’s always something wrong with it and that Han and Chewie are always having to repair something. I love when Luke calls it a piece of junk and I love that Leia is always insulting it and I love that it becomes a part of them just like it’s a part of Han and because Han becomes a part of them. I love when it jumps to lightspeed. I love the cockpit and when they’re all in it. I love the gun turrets and the holochess table and the smuggling compartments and the circuitry bay. I love the blue light of the hyperdrive. I love what the Millennium Falcon represents.

  • I love the medal ceremony on Yavin. I love Luke’s yellow jacket and Han’s confident swagger and the look on Leia’s face when they march down the aisle. I love the music and the feeling of triumph. I love that Threepio and Artoo are there and that our sassy not-so-damsel-in-distress princess is rewarding the farm boy and the smuggler and the Wookiee for their bravery and their victory. I love how all of our heroes are together and how it cements the bond that has been forged between all of them. I love this ending to our first chapter.

  • I love the rebels and their hidden bases and their ragtag fighters. I love Rogue Squadron. I love the call signs. I love X-wings and space battles. I love watching them take down AT-ATs and AT-STs and TIE fighters and Death Stars. I love that the underdogs win. I love the look on Leia’s face when they hear Han and Chewie come back to cover Luke so he can destroy the first Death Star and I love General Rieekan shaking Han’s hand and the corridors of Echo Base and I love Admiral Ackbar saying “It’s a trap!” and that Mon Mothma is the leader of it all.

  • I love Dagobah. I love Luke training with Yoda. I love watching him learn to use the Force. I love seeing his vision in the cave, and the foreshadowing that his face in Vader’s helmet represents–that not only is Vader his father, but that this is what Luke will become if he falls to the Dark Side, as well. I love when Yoda lifts the x-wing out of the swamp. I love “Wars do not make one great” and “Do or do not. There is no try” and “Luminous beings are we.” I love that there’s mist and snakes everywhere. I love Yoda making Luke run around with him on his back. I love levitating Artoo and rocks and one-handed handstands. I love when Luke goes back in Episode VI and learns that he’s done with his training but that he must defeat Vader; confirms that Vader is his father then learns that Leia is his sister. I love how much he’s changed between when he first crash lands in the mud and when he leaves there for the last time. I love the mantle of responsibility that he must take upon his shoulders.

  • I love how Lando was in a tough position and tries to redeem himself by rescuing Han from Jabba’s. I love how Chewie is referred to as “The Mighty Chewbacca.” I love that tiny little Leia is disguised as the bounty hunter who theoretically took the enormous Wookiee down. I love “Someone who loves you,” and how Han reacts to the sound of her voice. I love Chewie running to hug Han in their cell. I love “Together again, huh?” “Wouldn’t miss it.” “How are we doing?” “Same as always.” “That bad, huh?” I love that Leia frees herself and strangles the vile scum who forced her into that degrading outfit and chained her to his throne like an animal or a decoration. I love seeing Luke’s green lightsaber in action for the first time. I love “Don’t forget the droids.” I love the relief.

  • I love the scene in the trash compactor and how all of them keep yelling at each other. I love when Han keeps shouting at Leia to get on top of it. I love when Threepio thinks they’re dying. I love that Han and Leia hug.

  • I love when Leia hears Luke call to her through the Force. I love when she makes Chewie turn the Falcon around to go get him. I love the ending of ESB, and how even in the wake of such turmoil–Han frozen and taken by Boba Fett and Luke losing his hand and his lightsaber and learning that Vader is his father and Leia losing the man she loves–it still leaves you with hope and determination. I love when Luke and Leia watch Lando and Chewie fly off in the Falcon. I love Lando promising her that they’d find Han. I love the final image of the rebel fleet and the crescendo of music and those final chills before the credits roll.

  • I love that the Emperor underestimates love. I love the battle between Luke and Darth Vader. I love that the moment Vader says, “So, you have a twin sister? … If you will not turn to the Dark Side, perhaps she will,” is the moment when Luke unleashes his fury. I love when Luke refuses to kill his father. I love when Vader refuses to let his son die. I love that Luke refused to give up on Anakin, and I love that Anakin Skywalker’s two final requests are to look upon his son with his own eyes and for his daughter to be told that Luke had been right about their father all along–that even after everything he’d done, there had still been good in him. I love that Leia can sense Luke’s survival. I love that Luke build’s his father a funeral pyre. I love the Skywalker legacy.

  • And I love the end. I love the final scene of the trilogy. I love where it leaves us. I love that our heroes have survived. I love that they bled and fought and sacrificed and cried and feared and hoped and that they come through it all. I love that they win despite the odds. I love that even though the war was long and hard and that all that evil and injustice seemed impossible to ever defeat, they do it. I love Luke and Leia hugging–brother and sister who loved each other even before they knew the truth, who’d been brought back together by fate and who together were the hope for the galaxy. I love that they found each other. I love when Han and Luke embrace like brothers, and the look of understanding as they grip arms and look into each other’s faces. I love their friendship–that what started as hiring a pilot in a seedy cantina has become this absolute, binding trust. I love the tenderness on Han’s face as he holds Leia to his chest, and the happiness and devotion on hers as she closes her eyes and smiles. I love that their love endured every conflict. I love that all three of them all got tossed together against their will and found belonging in each other. I love that last shot. I love Luke and Leia and Han and Chewie and Lando and Threepio and Artoo all together, smiling and victorious. I love that they’re family. I love that the story is one where hope can pay off. Where good can overcome evil. Where somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, a band of misfits–planetless princesses and smugglers with Wookiee first mates and starry-eyed youths from the middle of nowhere–can fight against adversity and win. I love the feeling in my chest that last second on Endor, knowing that those characters and what they believed in prevailed. I love Star Wars.
Update (1/1)

…in which Han helps Leia in the only way he knows (or maybe the only way he’s allowed).


Leia is in the middle of organising another supply convoy when she feels her world fall apart again. For a moment, she can’t breathe, her heart thumping loudly enough to drown out the hum of old machinery and the bustle of conversation and orders in the command centre. Her eyes seem to be stuck, staring at the holographic display.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, of course. The star maps need to be up to date. Some updates take longer than others, and this one, fraught with political implications, has taken longer than most already.

It hasn’t mattered. Stories travel faster than updates, especially among spacers. But the update, it seems, has finally caught up.

Leia stares at the spot on the hologram where, since childhood, she has found home.

The tiny symbol denoting planet has been replaced by one for asteroid field, along with the relevant warnings.

Her heart thunders. Her eyes sting. Her lungs can’t seem to draw enough air.

Alderaan is gone.

Gone, gone, gone, her heart pounds.

And she knows: she needs to get out of here. She can’t face this here, now, in the middle of a meeting.

She looks up, eyes sweeping the room, looking for the door. For escape.

It’s all the way at the other end, and between it and her is the meeting, the one she is supposed to be sitting in on. General Rieekan is still talking to Luke and Commander Narra, their heads bent over a datapad with the convoy’s inventory. Han is watching them from where he’s leaning against a console, an impatient look on his striking features, probably about to tell them that no sensible smuggler would try the route they’re considering.

Her eyes are just sliding past him when he looks up, and she’s sure that he caught her looking.

She needs to get out.

“Leia?”

It’s Luke’s voice, and he sounds concerned. He looks it, too, when she meets his eyes. Leia tries to remember her expression from before, tries to remember how she looks in meetings, but she can’t seem to feel her facial muscles at all.

Gone, gone, gone.

Luke is going to ask what’s wrong. Worse, he or Rieekan or someone will figure it out, the evidence blazing right beside her.

And if anyone tells her they’re sorry, or asks her if she’s okay, or offers so much as a sympathetic look, she knows she’s going to break. She can already feel the crack.

She looks away from Luke, a desperate attempt to stall, but it leaves her looking at Han instead. His eyes flicker past her to the hologram, and then back, and he seems to straighten, no longer lounging against the console. He knows.

His mouth opens, and for the briefest moment, she thinks he’s going to say it. She can almost hear the words already, can see them in his eyes, in the way they’ve softened ever so slightly. She can’t brace herself; it’s already too late for that. It’s too late to run. He’s going to say it. He’s going to—

“Oh, hey,” Han says. “They finally updated the charts. You mind if I grab a hard copy, princess? Your techs never upload ‘em to the Falcon in time and I’m getting real tired of yelling at them about it.”

And just like that, her heart is thundering for an entirely different reason. This man and his… his… Of course it’s all about him.

“You could try asking nicely,” she snaps. The sharp words come easily, like loading a blaster, and with them comes an angry kind of relief. A relief that, for the briefest instant, she would swear he feels too.

He scoffs. His hair is sticking up at the front, and there’s a smudge of grease on his cheek. He does not look like someone who should be in an official meeting in the command centre of the Rebellion. “I thought I just did,” he says, and his tone does not belong here either, casual to the point of insolence. “What, you want a royal petition? Do I have to say pretty please?”

“Oh, no, by all means, help yourself,” Leia tells him acidly, the words flooding back to her. She no longer feels cold. Anger is warming her all the way to her toes. Her eyes have stopped stinging, and she has drawn herself up without even noticing. “That is your specialty, after all.”

“Only ‘cause other people won’t do it,” he fires back. “Even though it’s supposed to be their job.”

She shrugs. “It’s not the techs’ fault that the Falcon is so old that it’s not even compatible with Rebellion equipment.”

“That’s not—”

“Captain Solo, please,” Rieekan cuts in, sending Han a stern look and glancing at Leia as if to make sure she’s okay with letting him mediate. “You’re welcome to take a hard copy of the charts, as her Highness says. If you’re having trouble connecting to our system, maybe Anselm can take a look at it.”

“Don’t bother,” Han says, waving the issue away as he leans back against the console again. “Chewie and me’ll figure it out.”

They get back to the convoy plans, Han shooting down Narra’s route suggestion as expected and moving over to the hologram to point out a different one. Still seething, Leia manages to drag her mind back to business, and her mind becomes clear again, her heart no longer pounding, just aching in that dull, persistent, familiar way she has learned to live with.

Alderaan is gone. But she is still here.

Han’s eyes keep lingering on her throughout the rest of the meeting, as if he’s looking for something. And there’s that odd feeling again, like he’s relieved somehow.

Probably because Rieekan intervened before she could finish insulting the Falcon and move onto insulting him, Leia decides. Yes, that’s probably it. Got to be.

Well, she thinks with a savage kind of satisfaction, that’s what he gets for picking stupid fights with her. He should know that by now.

Idiotic nerf herder.

anonymous asked:

I'd like to see some kind of sequel to the bit where Luke becomes Emperor two days after Palps dies. He's so overwhelmed, he finds a way to call a Rebel base for help, and Leia or Mon Mothma are all "...Really?", and Luke's "YES! PLEASE HELP, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"

Hehe, I was considering doing more on this universe, so that’s just perfect.  Thank you, Anon. 

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The Star Destroyer had exited hyperspace fifteen minutes ago, and done absolutely nothing since then. 

Leia Organa watched as evacuation proceeded, though none of the ships had launched yet.  They’d wait until everything was packed, then send everyone up in two waves. Hopefully, that would insure that the majority got away.

Leia tilted her head.  She wished Luke were here.  He’d been captured a week ago, and there’d been no word on him yet.

“Sir!” the communications officer called out. Leia couldn’t remember the Bothan’s name right away, but he was good at what he did.  General Rieekan turned and headed toward them.  “The… Star Destroyer is trying to reach us,” the comms officer said, sounding confused.

“Put them through,” Rieekan ordered. 

“…peat.  This is Luke Skywalker on board the Indomitable, please respond.”

“Luke!”  Leia called out, almost involuntarily.

“Leia, thank the Force!” Luke said.

The comm officer made and adjustment, and a small holo of Luke appeared.  He looked alright, in the holo, though tired.  He smiled slightly.  “Thank the Force,” he repeated as he looked at her.  “Um…” he paused and shifted.  “This is going to sound bad,” he admitted.

“What happened, Luke?”

Luke sighed.  “I was captured a week ago, and brought to Emperor Palpatine.  An hour or so after, Vader stormed in and… he killed the Emperor.  Two days later, Vader died of the injuries sustained in that fight.  But… uh… he was Palpatine’s heir,” he admitted.  “And he… he named me his heir.”

Leia blinked, but long years as a princess helped her connect the dots rapidly.  “You’re saying you’re the new Emperor.”

Luke looked down.  “Yeah,” he said.  He looked back up.  “I have no idea what I’m doing, Leia.  Help?”

Leia tried not to laugh, she really did, but Luke looked like a little boy who’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Only you, Luke,” she said.  “Only you.”

Luke grimaced.  “Maybe, but I really could use some help,” he said.  “I…” he took a deep breath.  “I am still committed to the cause of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. As the new Emperor, I can dismantle the powers Palpatine gained, and restore the Senate.  I just need help to do it peacefully.  I’d appreciate it if you can contact the rest of the Alliance Council and bring them my proposal- a peace treaty.”  He paused.  “I also would like some advice on how to keep the mess of vipers that is Palpatine’s advisory cabinet from sabotaging this.”

Leia laughed.  “Can you guarantee my safety, Luke?”

Luke tilted his head.  “On this ship, yes,” he said.  “Probably not on Coruscant.  You’re safe with me, though, I can guarantee that.”

Leia nodded.  “I need to speak with the Council, then,” she said.

Luke smiled.  “Thank you, Leia,” he said.  “It’s good to see you.”

“I’m glad you’re still ok, Luke,” Leia responded before the holo cut off.

She exchanged glances with Rieekan.  He looked to be fighting a smile.  “Only Skywalker,” he muttered.

Leia nodded.  She wasn’t sure how she felt about this, but… only Luke would get in a mess like this.  Only Luke.

Han and Leia Appreciation Week Day 6 Family and Scoundress Saturdays Kira’s Origin Story

So, if you’ve been following along all of my posts except for my Day 3 post about the time I was high in front of Carrie Fisher at the St. Louis Airpot and the “I’m nice men” post have all been from the same AU. 

This AU takes place two years after the Battle of Yavin and rewrites some of the events in ESB. “Red” is from this AU and several others. There’s a child Kira, mentioned in this AU that seems to be Han and Leia’s but appears way to soon to actually be their child. 

Oh, and Han is in this one and there’s a bit of his back story here too. I know, finally right? 

For the family prompt day, I thought I’d rough out her origin story. It’s still really rough and rambling but it’s a work in progress. Guess what? It’s angsty. It’s been a rough day, I’ve been chewing my thumbs (yep, that’s me!) and rambling in my headcanon. 

Han had been surprised when Leia had taken him up on the offer to take her to the Hardwood Forest Region of Corellia for the R&R that General Rieekan had insisted she take to recover after she’d been shot by that bounty hunter on Ord Mantell. She’d been working for two years solid since the Battle of Yavin and Rieekan had decided it was time for a break and had enlisted Solo to make sure she took one. He liked the smuggler and knew that the smuggler cared for the Princess enough to take the responsibility seriously. 

“Now.” Han spoke shutting down the Falcon completely. Something that Leia had never seen him do. “My job is to make sure you actually get some R&R. Your General Rieekan said so.” 

Leia rolled her eyes. “You can’t order someone to relax.” She got up. 

“Listen your highness, once you see this place you won’t need orders.” He spoke following her out of the cockpit. 

“Your smuggler’s hideout? Sure Han, I’m sure it’s lovely just like the Falcon.” She spoke bitterly. “I don’t know why we couldn’t have rented some place.” 

“Trust me.” He spoke gathering their luggage onto his shoulders. 

“I wish Chewie were here.” She sighed. 

“What? You don’t trust me without my furry chaperone?” He smiled at her. “It’s not that, I like the idea of him being here just in case we have to get away quick.” She spoke looking around at the primitive open air touch port. 

“It was time for him to visit his mate Leia, he’d been gone too long this time.” Han spoke in such a gentle way that Leia didn’t offer a rebuttal. She nodded and watched him load their bags in a ratty old landspeeder. 

“You sure this thing’s going to run?” 

“Positive.” He drawled taking a distributor out of a locked bulkhead and installing it under the hood. “Try it.” He winked at her. 

She stared the speeder and it roared to life on the first try. He smiled hopping in. She shook her head and turned away from him so he wouldn’t see her smile as they sped away deep into the forest. 

Leia wandered around the small but well appointed manual cabin that served as Han’s hideout. She was impressed, it was spartan but clean and had an oddly warm feel to it. She looked closer at the walls and could see where holographs had once hung. She’d seen Han quickly clear away a pile of what looked like children’s blocks as if he didn’t want her to see them.  She realized as she looked around that a woman had lived here at some point by the way the place had been decorated. It had never occurred to her that Han may have had a family before he’d become a smuggler. She ran her hand along the burled wood countertops in the kitchen, they were lovely with iridescent resin inlays that matched all of the surfaces in the home. Whoever’d built this place had put a lot of care and work into it. 

“I set you up in the extra room, you’ll have to excuse the paint the previous resident was decidedly younger.” He scrubbed the back of his head nervously. “Never expected to have anyone else sleep in there.” He cleared his throat. “The bed’s kinda small but I think you’ll manage. Um… you want a tour?” 

“Sure.” Leia followed him around the small house and listened intently as he rattled off the details of the way the stones were laid for the fireplace and the way the inlay was created in the burled surfaces. 

“Han?” She spoke quietly as she followed him down the hall to the sleeping quarters and he pointed out the bathing tub on the way. “Did you build this place yourself?” 

He nodded. “Used to live here full time.” “It’s really quite lovely.” “Thanks.” He spoke opening the door to the extra bedroom. “Again, sorry about the paint.” “Oh, Han powder pink? It’s the bedroom of a fairy princess.” She laughed. 

He cleared his throat. “Yeah well, you could sleep on the couch.” 

Leia sighed. “Han…” 

“Do what you want your worship.” He turned and stormed off. 

“I um… I thought I’d go to the marketplace tomorrow.” Han broke the silence of a ration dinner that evening. 

Leia nodded. 

“You know, get some real food.” He spoke more to his dinner than he did to her. “I’m a pretty decent cook…” 

“Han.” She cut him off. 

He looked at her with those big hazel eyes and she knew why Chewie called him cub, he looked like a puppy sometimes. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He shrugged. “We’re fine Princess.” He got up and headed out onto the deck. 

Leia retired early and curled up in what was obviously a child’s sleeping couch, she’d had one like it when she was much younger on Alderaan. She was sure Han had once had a family and by his moodiness she was almost positive they were dead. She wondered if that life event had been what had pushed him into the life he led now. She’d read his file, he’d been an Imperial and well decorated. He’d gone from active duty to reserve and then after several years went AWOL and the record ended there. She’d never asked and he’d never offered. Two years they’d known each other and he knew more about her than any other living soul, even Luke. As she lie there in the moonlight she realized she knew almost nothing about him before he was Han Solo the Captan of the Millennium Falcon. 

Leia walked with Han through the market, he seemed on edge and even more hyper vigilant than he normally was. He kept a hand on his blaster and a hand in the small of her back keeping her close. She stopped to look at some local trinkets while he picked out some seasonal vegetables, if he hadn’t been giving her the silent treatment she could have almost believed that they were in a comfortable relationship. She watched a group of street kids beg for credits using a toddler as a prop. She locked eyes with the little girl, she couldn’t have been more than two. She had huge brown eyes so much like her own and she almost seemed to hum like an ion like a pulse. 

“Leia.” Han spoke, he sounded so far away and she could barely hear him over the little girl’s… force presence? “Hey.” He grabbed her arm gently. 

She looked into his eyes. “Those children over there.” She looked around him. “Do… do they have parents?” 

He looked over his shoulder. “Probably not.” 

“But that little girl, she’s just a baby.” 

“Yeah, that’s the reality of your little war sweetheart… orphans.” He spoke trying to pull her into motion. 

“But I can feel her.” Leia spoke rooted to the spot. 

“What do you want to do huh? Take her home and raise her yourself?” He joked bitterly. 

She looked at him. “Han, she’s a baby, the rest of those kids are old enough to make it but you know what will happen to her. And if I can feel her, if the Imperials find her…” 

“Leia, we can’t just take her.” 

“But Han, she feels… she feels like me.” 

“What in the hells do you want me to do about it Leia?” 

“I don’t know.” 

He sighed. “Go to the speeder.” 

“Han.” 

“Leia.” He handed her their shopping. “Just go and never ask me about this again. I’ll be right there.” 

Leia sat in the speeder fuming.  Who the hell did he think the was talking to her like that? And why in the hell did she let him? Asshole. He’s been an asshole since the moment we got here. Arrogant so kriffing arrogant. She fumed hunting around in the compartments of the speeder and found a pack of cigarettes. Fine, I’ll smoke his cigarettes then.  She thought bitterly and lit up taking a long soothing drag. She didn’t smoke often but it helped when she did. She wiped her eyes when the tears fell without her permission. That poor child, that poor force sensitive child. Gods, she could still feel her and her presence was getting stronger and stronger as she waited on Han to return. 

“Hey.” Han spoke quietly tearing her out of her thoughts a few minutes later. 

“What?” 

“You want to help me here?” She looked at him with the child from the marketplace in his arms. 

“Han?” 

“I told you, not to ever ask.” He spoke handing her over. He’d eventually tell her that’d he’d fully stocked the other kids with a bunch of non-perishable food and warm clothes in return for the baby. They’d found her after a skirmish several weeks before and were using her for sympathy so Han sweetened the deal with spiced whiskey and cigarettes. 

“What’s her name?” Leia spoke watching her sleep in the powder pink bedroom of Han’s hideout. 

“Dunno Leia.”  He shrugged. “Kid’s had been calling her Kira. Who knows what her real name is, it’s not like she came with all of her filmsies.” 

She nodded. “So, I assume you had a child?” She gestured to the crated he’d brought down from the attic. 

“Fane. She and Sulen my wife, were killed in that marketplace. She was about this kid’s age back then.” He spoke quietly. “Suicide bomber.” 

“Imperial?” 

He shook his head. “Rebel.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I’ll work for your people.” His voice shook. “But I ain’t ever enlisting. I just can’t do it Lei.” 

“I’ll never ask again.” 

He slipped his arm around her and pressed his lips against the top of her head as they watched the child sleep safe in her own bed for probably the first time in her short life.

I feel like in space there should be a mini nerf à la Lil Sebastian–Lil Nerfbastian?? Idfk–that like the whole galaxy is obsessed with including Leia, Luke, Chewie, and the droids and Han is Ben.

And one day Luke manages to get the mini nerf and brings him to Leia’s office and everyone literally loses their minds and like General Rieekan comes running down the hall to see and all the Rogues are like IS THAT?! IS IT REALLY HIM?! and Chewie is doing that thing where he lifts his arms up in the air and is like screaming and hugging people and Leia scampers over to Han and clutches at his arm with a grip so hard it hurts and she’s like “babe?! Babe it’s him! Oh Goddess, Han, it’s Lil Nerfbastian!”

And Han’s like “who’s Little Nerfbastian?”

A hush falls over the office. Luke looks at his friend in disbelief, because even on Tatooine he’d known the joy that was Lil Nerfbastian.

And Leia just

Doesn’t know what to do. She’s like “Lil Nerfbastian?? You don’t–you’ve never heard of Lil Nerfbastian?”

And Han is all “what’s the big deal? It’s a nerf.”

And everyone looks at him in disgust and Leia moves away from him and speaks very slowly to save her husband from his ignorance and also from the social suicide he’s committing so she gestures to Lil Nerfbastian like “No, no, no, Han, see? He’s not a nerf. He’s a MINI nerf, see? He’s miniature.”

And Han’s like… ok… yeah he’s not a full sized nerf.

And everyone’s like “phew yeah there you go Han he’s mini!!”

So Han like is kinda uncomfortably laughing and he’s like “alright? so what’s the big deal? he do anything?”

And everyone’s like no… he’s a miniature nerf…

And Han’s like “well then look I don’t see what makes him so kriffing great he’s just a small nerf”

And Luke is just like HAN THAT IS LOW and Chewie like roars and the Rogues are like dude are you serious right now and Rieekan like shakes his head in disgust and R2 like screams indignantly and Han’s like ????????

And Leia’s just like “Han I think you’d better go.”

This is my favorite SW/parks and rec headcanon ok just

It just works

Love Thy Enemy: don’t look back [Pt. 2]

Today in: Let’s see if I can break Tumblr with the sheer length of this post

So after asking around last week, I hunkered down and managed to get myself to finish the very last section so that I can post this monstrosity all at once.  Yes, it’s ridiculously long, but it does flow better as one continuous part and…at least it ends on a slightly less awful cliffhanger?  Slightly.

BUCKLE UP, BISHES, SOMEBODY’S GONNA CRY and that somebody is me *sobs*

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MUSIC: “Cybertronics,” John Williams, A. I.: Artificial Intelligence // “Alicia Discovers Nash’s Dark World,” James Horner, A Beautiful Mind



“Commander, we can’t in good conscience debrief you in this condition,” Mon Mothma declared softly, her already weary face blanching at the sight of Luke the moment he’d walked in the room.

“Then don’t consider this a debriefing.”  The edge of the holotable bit into Luke’s thighs as he leaned against it for support.  It was fitting, he thought sadly, that it stood between him and the Alliance leadership, physically separating him from them.  The room was even more packed than it had been for the briefing before the battle, non-essential personnel having invited themselves along for the spectacle.  No one had the motivation to shut them out.  He’d never felt so lonely in a crowd since the party after the medal ceremony on Yavin 4.  “I’m here to speak on my father’s behalf.”

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50 Facts About Han Solo (+1)

SO I HAVE NOTICED, in my expansive (ha) perusal of the Star Wars fandom, that while Han Solo is like, a token character, the depth and complexity of his character often gets dismissed/forgotten in meta and analysis in favor of our favorite dysfunctional family of skynerds. Which, I mean, I love the skynerds, BUT. Han is such a lovely dweeb that I feel as though it is scandalous that he doesn’t have 3095830549 posts about him because GOSH SO MANY POSSIBILITIES, aND THUS, I have taken it upon myself to compile a post with all my nerd pirate boy headcanons RIGHT NOW. I’m trash because I gratuitously cherry pick ideas from the EU bye

Let’s make a list, because I love lists:

  • He had a mother and little sister (his dad walked out on ‘em when he was really young), but they died some time during the Clone Wars through no specific malicious purpose, but rather for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. After the Death Star, he can’t bring himself to leave right away, even though he now has enough money to pay off Jabba and more - he doesn’t know how old the Kid is, but he can’t be more than eighteen, and that’s - that’s barely anything, Chewie, he tells the wookiee defensively after confronted about why they’re still awkwardly hanging around (and really, Chewie has no problem awkwardly hanging around, but Han is defensive anyway), and hell, he doesn’t have any folks left in the world and that’s a terrible kiriffin’ place to be so I’ll just. Hang around for a little while. Make sure he’s back on his feet, that he’s got a place to stay. (And he doesn’t think of his little sister, because she was so young when it all happened and so was he, but he really does. Kind of.)
  • He eventually gives back the Alliance the money they gave him as reward for rescuing Leia/taking down the Death Star because he feels like it’s burning a hole in his pocket and Chewie hasn’t said anything but he’s obviously not happy with it and dammit, ya big ball of fuzz, are you happy now?
  • (Leia doesn’t know)
  • (She actually doesn’t find out until quite a bit later, when General Rieekan happens to mention it one morning when she’s reading reports and trying to figure out how to make a deal with the Bothans and drowning herself in luke-warm caf because she can’t sleep at all and she’s given up even thinking about it - and the padd slips out of her hand, just barely, and all she can do is say  ”oh” and pretend that when she wakes up in the middle of the night with a scream that’s more of a sob and her nightmares dancing at the edge ofher consciousness, she’s not crying just a little bit harder than usual)

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Random Headcanon: What Biggs knew

So, according to supplementary canon, Biggs visited Luke on Tatooine just before ditching the Empire. They have a talk, and then Biggs says farewell—tells Luke that he’s going off to join the Rebellion.

This was the same day as the Tantive IV’s capture.

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Biggs comes in with four other guys–his friend, who is the reason they got to the Rebel contact in the first place, and three other new recruits. They’re sent first to a constantly-mobile cell of the fleet, whose main purpose is to induct new soldiers and pilots. (It’s a lot harder for spies who are new recruits to get anything useful when it’s a small, ever moving section of the fleet.)

It’s maybe the second day after their arrival. They have their identifications, and their uniforms, and have gone through the first round of testing and screening, determining (at least preliminarily) that they aren’t Imperial spies. They’re gathered in one of the training rooms, lined up shoulder-to-shoulder for inspection and their first debriefing.

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Chapter 1 Untitled ESB AU

So you’ll recognize the first few parts of this from previous posts, they were snippets of a much larger project.  This fic is currently 71 pages long, this is the first chapter as it reads right now, the last line was literally written ten minutes ago or less.  

Moccoan Basic–Native Alderaani (Space Spanish)

Trigger Warning:  Implied sexual assault, mild smut, mild self harm, drug use, talk of sexual acts and I think that’s it.  If you read this and I have missed a trigger, please let me know or add it when you reblog.  

This is for you @inelegantprose

Chapter 1

Han had been surprised when Leia had taken him up on the offer to take her to the Hardwood Forest Region of Corellia for the R&R that General Rieekan had insisted she take to recover after she’d been shot by that bounty hunter on Ord Mantell.  She’d been working for two years solid since the Battle of Yavin and Rieekan had decided it was time for a break and had enlisted Solo to make sure she took one.  He liked the smuggler and knew that the smuggler cared for the Princess enough to take the responsibility seriously.  

“Now.”  Han spoke shutting down the Falcon completely.  Something that Leia had never seen him do.  “My job is to make sure you actually get some R&R.  Your General Rieekan said so.”  

Leia rolled her eyes.  “You can’t order someone to relax.”  She got up.  

“Listen your highness, once you see this place you won’t need orders.”  He spoke following her out of the cockpit.  

“Your smuggler’s hideout?  Sure Han, I’m sure it’s lovely just like the Falcon.”  She spoke bitterly.  “I don’t know why we couldn’t have rented some place.”  

“Trust me.”  He spoke gathering their luggage onto his shoulders.  

“I wish Chewie were here.”  She sighed.  

“What?  You don’t trust me without my furry chaperone?”  He smiled at her.  

“It’s not that, I like the idea of him being here just in case we have to get away quick.”  She spoke looking around at the primitive open are touch port.  

“It was time for him to visit his mate Leia, he’d been gone too long this time.”  Han spoke in such a gentle way that Leia didn’t offer a rebuttal.  

She nodded and watched him load their bags in a ratty old landspeeder.  “You sure that’s going to run?”  

“Positive.”  He drawled taking a distributor out of a locked bulkhead and installing it under the hood.  “Try it.”  He winked at her.  She started the speeder and it roared to life on the first try.  He smiled hopping in.  She shook her head and turned away from him so he wouldn’t see her smile as they sped away deep into the forest.  

Leia wandered around the small but well appointed manual cabin that served as Han’s hideout.  She was impressed, it was spartan but clean and had an oddly warm feel to it.  She looked closer at the walls and could see where holographs had once hung.  She’d seen Han quickly clear away a pile of what looked like children’s blocks as if he didn’t want her to see them and it was clear that a woman had lived here at some point.  It had never occurred to her that Han may have had a family before he became a smuggler.  She ran her hand along the burled wood counter tops in the kitchen, they were lovely with iridescent resin inlays.  Whoever’d built this place had put a lot of care and work into it.  

“I set you up in the extra room, you’ll have to excuse the paint the previous resident was decidedly younger.”  He scrubbed the back of his head nervously.  “Never expected to have anyone else sleep in there.”  He cleared his throat.  “The bed’s kinda small but I think you’ll manage.  Um… you want a tour?”  

“Sure.”  

Leia followed him around the small house and listened intently as he rattled off the details of the way the stones were laid for the fireplace and the way the inlay was created in the burled surfaces.  

“Han?”  She spoke quietly as she followed him down the hall to the sleeping quarters and he pointed out the bathing tub on the way.  “Did you build this place yourself?”  

He nodded.  “Used to live here full time.”  

“It’s really quite lovely.”  

“Thanks.”  He spoke opening the door to the extra bedroom.  “Again, sorry about the paint.”  

“Oh, Han powder pink?  It’s the bedroom of a fairy princess.”  She laughed.  

He cleared his throat.  “Yeah well, you could sleep on the couch.”  

Leia sighed.  “Han…”

“Do what you want your worship.”  He turned and stormed off.  

“I um… I thought I’d go to the marketplace tomorrow.”  Han broke the silence of a ration dinner that evening.  

Leia nodded.  

“You know, get some real food.”  He spoke more to his dinner than he did to her.  “I’m a pretty decent cook…”

“Han.”  She cut him off.  

He looked at her with those big hazel eyes and she knew why Chewie called him cub, he looked like a puppy sometimes.  

“I’m sorry.”  

He shrugged.  “We’re fine Princess.”  He got up and headed out onto the deck.  

Leia retired early and curled up in what was obviously a child’s sleeping couch, she’d had one like it when she was much younger on Alderaan.  She was sure Han had once had a family and by his moodiness she was almost positive they were dead.  She wondered if that life event had been that had pushed him into the life he led now.  She’d read his file, he’d been an Imperial and well decorated.  He’d gone from active duty to reserve and then after several years went AWOL and the record ended there.  She’d never asked and he’d never offered.  Two years they’d known each other and he knew more about her than any other living soul, even Luke.  As she lie there in the moonlight she realized she knew almost nothing about him before he was Han Solo the Captan of the Millennium Falcon.  

Leia walked with Han through the market, he seemed on edge and even more hyper vigilant than he normally was.  He kept a hand on his blaster and a hand in the small of her back keeping her close.  She stopped to look at some local trinkets while he picked out some seasonal vegetables, if he hadn’t been giving her the silent treatment she could have almost believed that they were in a comfortable relationship.  She watched a group of street kids beg for credits using a toddler as a prop.  She locked eyes with the little girl, she couldn’t have been more than two.  She had huge brown eyes so much like her own and she almost seemed to hum like an ion like a pulse.  

“Leia.”  Han spoke, he sounded so far away and she could barely hear him over the little girl’s force presence?  “Hey.”  He grabbed her arm gently.  

She looked into his eyes.  “Those children over there.”  She looked around him.  “Do… do they have parents?”  

He looked over his shoulder. “Probably not.”  

“But that little girl, she’s just a baby.”  

“Yeah, that’s the reality of your little war sweetheart… orphans.”  He spoke trying to pull her into motion.  

“But I can feel her.”  Leia spoke rooted to the spot.  

“What do you want to do huh?  Take her home and raise her yourself?”  He joked bitterly.  

She looked at him.  “Han, she’s a baby, the rest of those kids are old enough to make it but you know what will happen to her.  And if I can feel her, if the Imperials find her…”

“Leia, we can’t just take her.”  

“But Han, she feels… she feels like me.”  

“What in the hells do you want me to do about it Leia?”

“I don’t know.”  

He sighed.  “Go to the speeder.”  

“Han.”  

“Leia.”  He handed her their shopping.  “Just go and never ask me about this again.  I’ll be right there.”  

Leia sat in the speeder fuming.  Who the hell did he think the was talking to her like that?  And why in the hell did she let him?  Asshole.  He’s been an asshole since the moment we got here.  Arrogant so kriffing arrogant.  She fumed hunting around in the compartments of the speeder and found a pack of cigarettes.  Fine, I’ll smoke his cigarettes then.  She lit up and took a long drag she didn’t smoke often but it helped when she did.  She wiped her eyes when her tears fell without her permission.  That poor child, that poor force sensitive child.  Gods, she could still feel her and her presence was getting stronger and stronger as she waited on Han to return.  

“Hey.”  Han spoke quietly tearing her out of her thoughts a few minutes later.  

“What?”  

“You want to help me here?”  

She looked at him with the child from the marketplace in his arms.  “Han?”  

“I told you, not to ever ask.”  He spoke handing her over.  He’d eventually tell Leia that’d he’d fully stocked the other kids with a bunch of non-perishable food and warm clothes in return for the baby.  They’d found her after a skirmish several weeks before and were using her for sympathy so Han sweetened the deal with spiced whiskey and cigarettes.  

“What’s her name?”  Leia spoke watching her sleep in the powder pink bedroom of Han’s hideout.  

He shrugged.  “Kids had been calling her Kira.  Who knows what her real name is, it’s not like she came with all of her filmsies.”  

She nodded.  “So, I assume you had a child?”   She gestured to the crated he’d brought down from the attic.  

“Fane.  She and my wife Sulen were killed in that marketplace.  She was about the kid’s age back then.”  He spoke quietly.  “Suicide bomber.”  

“Imperial?”  

He shook his head.  “Rebel.”  

“I’m sorry.”  

“I’ll work for you.”  His voice shook.  “But I ain’t ever enlisting.  I just can’t do it Lei.”  

“I’ll never ask again.”  

He slipped his arm around her and pressed his lips against the top of her head.  

“So what’s the plan?”  Han spoke rounding the bantha leather sofa and handing her a glass of wine from the stash of Aldera he kept for her on the Falcon.  

“I have no idea.”  She spoke watching him sit down next to her.  

“Do you know anything about raising a child?”  He looked down the hall where Kira slept n Fane’s room, in Fane’s bed wearing Fane’s footy pajamas… the blue ones with the doggy in the flight suit.  He cleared his throat and looked at Leia trying to focus on what she was saying.  

“Hmm mmm.”  She spoke sipping her wine.  “I never wanted children Han.  I spent most of my own childhood afraid that my parents were going to give me back or try to marry me off to so fancy, vapid prince.”  

“I figured fancy, vapid princes were your sort of thing.”  He half shrugged and raised his eyebrows, just thankful for a joke he could use to put up his smuggler Han Solo mask and cover his husband and father Han Solo face that Leia didn’t know yet.  He figured it was best to just stay the course for a little longer and keep the mask on.    

She slapped his shoulder.  “Really?  After two years and all of our late night talks when I can’t get back to sleep and that’s what you think of me?”  

“Hey.”  He rubbed his arm still not quite back to himself.  “Easy your highness, I bruise.”  

She smiled at him.  “No, the last thing I want is some jackass who doesn’t know how to handle himself in a fire fight, because that’s what you’re going to get with me… a fire fight.”  

He nodded and watched her watch the fire she’d hand built in the fire place.  “Where’d you learn to do that.”  He gestured vaguely to the fireplace.  

“I used to run away a lot and hide in the woods.  After the last time papa decided to let me spend summers out there.  So, I taught myself how to fend for myself in the wild.”  

“That’s why you’re such a good shot.”  

She nodded.  

“Why’d you run away so much?  Figured you had pretty easy as a princess.”  

“I’m not good at the princess part, Senator sure, mercenary, spy?  Yeah, princess.”  She shook her head.  “I’m just not polished enough.  It’s like I can’t sit still for too long.”  

Hey eyed her picking at her thumb as she spoke and reached over lacing her fingers with his.  “You’re hard on your hands.”  

She nodded.  “It helps.”  

“Helps with what?”  He set down his wine and took her hand in both of his.  

“Sometimes I just feel so… I don’t know, like I’m made of this big ball of tangled wire and it pokes and it heats up and burns.  And I can feel things, people, emotions…”

“Like Kira?”  

She nodded.  “And sometimes it’s all just too much.”  

He took her wine out of her hand and set it down.  “You know, I’m pretty good in a fire fight.”  He spoke gently turning back to her.  “And I ain’t no vapid prince.”  He spoke cupping her face.  He watched her close her eyes and lean into his hand as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.  

“But you’re leaving.”  She spoke thickly.  “Remember?”  

“I don’t want to.”  He spoke quietly letting the mask fall just a bit.  

She opened her eyes and met his gaze.  “Stay.”  

He sighed pressing his forehead against hers.  “That bounty hunter almost killed you.”  

“And I have an execute only order on my head as well.”  She shrugged.

“Leia.”  He sat back.  “My wife and daughter were killed five years ago because I wasn’t there to protect them.”  

“If you’d been there you’d have been killed with them.”  She spoke examining the callouses on his hands.  

“I’ve seen it.  I’m a pretty vigilant guy.”  

“Yeah, now.”  

He shook his head dismissively.  “Listen to me.”  He stroked her cheek.  “I can’t take any chances with this.  I can’t keep putting you at risk.  I can’t go through that again.”  

“What if we neutralize the Hutts on Tatooine, no syndicate, no debt, no bounty.”  

He sighed.  “You want to start a war with the Hutts?”  

“We’re at war with everyone else.”  

He shook his head.  “Lei…”

She took his hand in both of hers.  “I’ll go with you, as a representative of the Rebel Alliance and…”

“He’ll have you dressed in an iron bikini and strapped to his throne.”  He sat back against the sofa.  

She sighed.  

“Lei?”  

She looked at him, looked into those deep hazel puppy-dog eyes.  He looked so vulnerable and so open. Gods, he looked like he loved her.  

“Can we just have now?  Can we stop talking about me leaving and have some time without everything else?”  

She shook her head.  “It’s going to hurt.”  

“Leia.”  He spoke spoke gently.  “Sometimes life hurts.”  He pulled her into his arms.  “But sometimes if you let it, life can feel really good.”  He kissed her temple.  “Can we just have some good?”  Gods, he felt so good.  She had difficulty thinking when he was this close.  “Come on Leia, you can let yourself have a little good.  All the bad you’ve had, you deserve a little good.”    

She looked at him.  “Okay hotshot.”  

He smiled at her.  

“But, I’m not just going to go to bed with you.”  

“No.”  He kissed the bridge of her nose.  “Of course not your highnessness.”  He kissed her lightly at first.  “Thought I’d at least make you dinner first.”  He joked letting the kiss deepen.  

She slipped her fingers into his hair and felt him sigh across her cheek.  She didn’t stop him when his hands searched, his rough fingertips slipping under the hem of her shirt.  “Easy.”  She breathed as he grazed the bandage on her side.  

“Sorry.”  He murmured devouring her neck and removing his hands from under her shirt.  He pulled back and looked at her.  “You need to heal up more first.”  

She nodded catching her breath.    

He sat back.  “Did I hurt you?”  

“I’m okay.”  She sat up.  

He looked at his hands, they were great for building things and fixing the Falcon, but every part of him was so much bigger than she was was and his biggest fear was hurting her.  He knew the reality of what she’d probably gone through on the Death Star and he knew that they’d need to talk about that or he’d at least need to know what not to do, what not to say before things could progress past this point.  

Leia kissed his temple and got up.  

“Where are you going?”  

“She’s awake.”  

Han got up and followed her.  “Is she okay?  Did she have a nightmare?”  

“She’s okay as far as I can tell, she’s just awake.”  

“You think she’s hungry?”  

“I’m hungry.”  

“Me too.”  He kissed her temple.  “Guess I’ll start dinner.”  

“You did say you’d make me dinner first.”  Leia spoke raising an eyebrow at him.  

He kissed her gently and watched her disappear down the hall.  He could get used to having her here.  Maybe after the war was over or at least after things quieted down, they could come back here and raise Kira like he and Sulen had planned to raise Fane.  They were near enough to Coruscant that Leia could commute if she needed to, he’d get her a real nice Hopper.  He sighed running his fingers through his hair.  He had to figure out this Jabba thing, he should have just stayed here and dealt with his loss instead of running off to the outer rim, he should have never started smuggling, but he’d have never met Leia and the kid and they wouldn’t be here in this moment right now.  Leia’d probably be dead if he hadn’t been in that Cantina.  He shook his head and turned on some soft music on his way to the kitchen, hoping to drown out any clattering or loud noises he might make while cooking.  He checked the fire and for a moment he could see Sulen dancing with Fane in her arms.  She smiled at him and in an instant she was gone.  When he looked again he saw Leia and Kira in their place, and suddenly being here didn’t hurt so bad.  

“What are you two up to?”  He asked picking out some of the uniquely Corellian vegetables and spices he’d found at the market that morning.  

“We thought we’d watch the chef.”  Leia spoke sitting down at the eat-in bar.  

He smiled and Kira smiled back at him.  

“She likes you.”  Leia spoke.  “I can feel it, it’s like a warm breeze.”  

“She is smiling at me.”  Han spoke waving at her.    

Leia kissed her temple.  

“Has she spoken yet?”  Han asked quietly.  

Leia nodded.  

“No, I mean from here.”  He touched his lips.”  

“No, not yet, but I also don’t know what language she speaks.  I mean we’ve been speaking Basic and we found her here on Corellia and Kira is an Alderaani name.”  

“She looks like you.”  

“I’m adopted.”  

“Yeah but you’re Alderaani.”  

“I don’t know, I’m a foundling Han.  My papa came back from some off planet Senate thing and brought home a baby.  I don’t know where he was and I don’t know if I was born where he was or who my parents were.”  

“Moccoan Basic right?”  Han spoke thoughtfully.  “Isn’t that the native language of Alderaan?”  

“It was, there weren’t many of us that still spoke it or were Moccoan Alderaani.”  She spoke looking away.  

“The royal family was I’ve heard your father speak, he has an accent.”  Han went back to cooking.  

She nodded.  “My mother barely spoke basic even though speaking Moccoan was looked down upon by the elite classes she refused to conform.”  

“So when she speaks to you up here.”  He touched his temple.  “Is it in Basic?” 

She shook her head.  “It’s feelings, it’s not speech.”  

He nodded.  “Hey kid.”  He spoke catching her eye and held up his finger she tracked it with her eyes.  “Well that’s good.”  

Leia nodded watching.  

He pointed to Leia.  “Mama.”  

Kira looked at him and he nodded solemnly.  “Mama.”  He pointed at her again. 

Mumma.

Leia gasped.  

“Did she say it?”  

She nodded.  

Kira pointed at Han.  Daddy.  

Leia looked at her and then at Han.  

“What?”  

“She called you daddy.”  

He smiled and pointed at Leia.  

Mumma.

Mumma.”  Leia spoke for her.  “She said mumma, that’s inner rim high basic.  Diplomats say mumma, I said mumma.”  

And then back at himself.  

Daddy.

“Daddy.”    

And then at Kira.  

Kira.  

“Kira.”  

He pointed at his nose.  

Nose.  

“Nose.”  

He smiled.  “Can you say it from here?”  He tapped her lips gently and then pointed to Leia.  

“Mumma.”  She whispered so low he almost missed it.  

He nodded and pointed to himself.  

“Daddy.”  

He smiled and pointed to his nose.  

“Nose.”  

And he pointed to her.  

“Kira.”  

He laughed.  “So very good bitsy.”  

She smiled and buried her face in Leia’s neck.  Han reached out and stroked her baby fine hair.  


“What happens when we get back to the fleet?”  Han spoke as they watched Kira play with Fane’s toys on the lounge rug after dinner.    

Leia shook her head sipping her wine.  “I don’t know Han.”  

“I guess if it’s really a big deal I could take her and bring her back here and you could continue to help run the rebellion.”  Han shrugged.  

“I couldn’t do that to you.”  Leia looked at him.  

“I’m her daddy, remember?”  He sighed sitting up.  

“Han, I’m sorry.  I should have said something to her…”

He smiled at her.  “Kira.”  He spoke leaning down on his knees.  

She looked at him and he pointed to his chest.  “Who am I?”  

“Daddy.”  She got up and wobbled over to him.  “Up.”  She commanded with the same sort of confidence he’d gotten used to seeing in Leia.  

He smiled and picked her up.  “Are you my little Princess?”  

“Uh huh?”  She nodded.  

He hugged her close and smiled at Leia.  “I’m going to enjoy this right now because when she’s a teenager she’ll fucking hate us.  Right now, we’re her safe harbor.”  

Leia curled up with them and closed her eyes.  


Leia felt Han get back into bed as the sky purpled before dawn.  She moved onto her back and looked at him in the soft light.  She could hear rain falling on the durasteel roof and the canopy around them.  

“Did I wake you?”  He spoke gently.  

She nodded.  “The rain’s nice though.”

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at her in the shadows cast from the window and the predawn storm.  Her eyes were soft and sleepy, warm and inviting and had lost their normal steeliness.  She was beautiful, so impossibly beautiful as she lie there in the bed that he once shared with his wife.  He knew how awkward it must have been for her.  This girl that wasn’t his, but that he knew he loved.  He watched her shiver a little.  “Are you cold?”  

She shook her head.  She was on fire and if she was honest, every place that his body touched her burned.  “What?”  She spoke watching his eyes.  

“You’re beautiful.”  

She laughed.  “No, no I’m not.”  

“Yeah, yeah you are.”  He reached out and moved some the hair that had come loose from her braid behind her ear.  

“You should have seen my sister, she was beautiful.”  

“Oh yeah?”  He raised his eyebrows.  “Did she have your big brown eyes?”  

“No, they were blue.”  She spoke looking past him as if trying to see Winter’s face again.  

He shook his head.  “No, see I like your big brown eyes.  They’re like caff or well aged whiskey or chocolate.  And they’re deep, like I could get lost in there if I’m not careful.”  He stroked her cheek gently.  “Princess, you have the eyes of a fawn and the balls of a rancor.”  

She smiled at him.  “You don’t have to flatter me Han, I’m already in your bed.”  

“Well, I did make you dinner, just like I promised.”  He kissed her forehead.  

She laughed.  

“So everybody thought your sister was the pretty one, huh?”  

Leia nodded sitting up to put some distance between his body and hers.  “She was tall and blond and she had this languidness to her movements.  She always got mistaken for me when diplomats would visit.”  She shrugged.  “They almost seemed disappointed when they found out that I was the Princess of Alderaan.”  

Han shook his head.  “So she didn’t have all this dark hair?”  He picked up her braid.  

“No, Han she was blonde.”

“Nope, I don’t buy it.”  He took her hand and marveled at it, she wasn’t sure why.  

“I think you’re biased.”  She laughed nervously.  

“And why would I be biased?”  He locked eyes with her.  

“Because I think you want to go to bed with me.”  

“I do, but I’ve always thought you were beautiful.  I may have wanted to stuff you back in your cell when were on the Death Star, but Gods, I sure thought you were pretty.”  He smiled.  

Leia felt her stomach tighten and her whole body flush.  “Should I be sleeping on the sofa?”  

“Do you want to sleep on the sofa?”  He kissed her fingers gently.  

She shook her head.  

“And I think you want the same thing.”  

Leia cleared her throat and looked at her lap.  She focused on the rain as her pounding heart threatened to drown everything else out.  “Han.”  She started quietly.  “I don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet.”  

He nodded.  “We’d talk first Leia, I know you’ve been through a lot and um.  We’d have to talk about it first.”  

She nodded.  

“But not here, not in bed.  That’s an in-the-proper-clothes sort of conversation.” 

She dipped her chin and smiled at him, he was right in an odd sort of way she did want to be properly dressed for that.  

He moved back onto his back and patted his chest gently.  “Come back to bed your highness.”  


“Sure rains a lot here.”  Leia spoke out on the deck enjoying the smell of the rain and the moss and the lichen.  All of the wonderful deep forest smells that she’d missed since the destruction of Alderaan.  

“It’s a temperate rain forest.”  

“I know.”  She smiled at him as he joined her at the railing.  “It reminds me of home.”  

“I thought it might, that’s why brought you here.”  He spoke leaning back next to her and watching Kira play in Fane’s play pin.  

“Had you been to Alderaan?”  She moved to look at him.  

He nodded.  “Used to pick up wine from Aldera and make drops.”  

“Drugs?”  She searched his eyes to make sure he didn’t lie to her.  She wanted the truth from him from now on.  

He nodded drinking his caff.  “I’m not proud of that.”  

“Then I should thank you.”  She turned around to watch Kira with him.  

He looked at her.  

“I had no idea that you were the drug runner keeping me in grass and black market narcos.”  She set her down her caff, it was too cold to drink.  

He stared into his cup of caff.  “How are you doing with all that now?”  

“I’m fine.”  She spoke more to her feet than to Han.  

He slipped his arm around her.  “You know, you can talk about that if you need to.”  

“I’m okay.”  

He nodded.  

She looked at him.  “Just don’t ever shoot me full of anything stronger than aceto.”  

He nodded.  “And you can drink okay?”  

She nodded.  “Just no narcos.  I’m okay with grass too.”  

“I’ll get rid of anything I have on the Falcon.”  

“Thanks.”  

“Any other scandalous royal secrets you need to tell me?”  He joked.  

“Hmm, let’s see.”  She spoke watching Kira.  “Foundling, drug problem, cuticle destruction…”  

“And you don’t think that you’re pretty.”  Han added to her mental list. 

She shook her head.  “Oh, oh!  How could I forget, the big one.”  

“The big one?”  

“Yeah, she patted him down until she found his cigarettes.  “You’ll love this.”  She spoke reaching into his pocket and retrieving his crumpled pack.  

He cleared his throat as she lit up.  “I did quite enjoy that.”  He chucked.  “Wanna put ‘em back in your highness?”  He teased.  

She laughed her big laugh.  “You wish, nerf herder.”  

“I do, I really do.”  He spoke taking the pack from her and lighting up.  “I wish you’d go easy on my smokes too, your highness.”  

She made a face at him and he pulled her close against his side.  “What’s the big secret Organa.”  

“I’m not a virgin.”  

“No!”  He gasped comically.  “Scandalous.”  

She laughed.  

“Well, I mean you are in your twenties.”  He spoke thoughtfully.  

“And you’re kind.”  She laughed.  “I haven’t been with anyone since Alderaan was destroyed.”  

“You and Luke never…”  He spoke quietly.  

Leia laughed so hard she stepped forward out of his comfortable embrace.  “Are you serious?”  

“Well yeah, I mean he’s a nice kid.”  He stammered.  “You’re about the same age.  You pal around a lot, I just assumed…”

“Han I couldn’t, he’s like a little brother to me.”  She laughed.  “Oh my gods, this entire time you thought that Luke and I… Oh Han, why didn’t you just ask me?”  

He shrugged snuffing out his cigarette.    

“If I were interested in Luke I wouldn’t be sneaking onto your ship and crawling into your bunk when I have my night terrors.”  She laughed nervously.  

He nodded considering.  “So if he’s like your little brother, does that mean I’m your big brother?”  

She bit her bottom lip a shook her head as she closed the distance between the two of them.  “No, you are something very different than a big brother Han.”  She put out her cigarette and slipped her arms around his neck.  “You are certainly not my big brother.”  

Han set his caff on the railing and slipped his arms around her pulling her close against him.  

She looked up into his eyes and dropped one of her hands to press it against his chest.  She could feel his heart pounding.  “Remember how you said we need to just enjoy now?”  

He nodded feeling her fingers stroke the hair at the base of his neck.  He hadn’t even kissed her yet and he was already having to focus his breathing to keep his body in check.  

“I think we need to have that talk soon.”  She kissed his chin.    

“No time like the present.”  He kissed her forehead.  


Han stood safely behind the eat-in bar in the kitchen keeping physical distance from her, but leaning close to remind her he was there.  

“It’s not a long list.”  She spoke stirring her second cup of caff.  

He shrugged.  “Still need to know Lei, even if it takes us another six months, I need to know.”  

She nodded picking at the bandage on her thumb.  

He waited patiently because pushing or rushing wouldn’t help anything.  

Leia found the designs on the countertop, the iridescent resin in the burls and she traced them with her fingers, they gave her something to look at when she couldn’t look at him.  This was something that she didn’t want to remember when she looked into his eyes.  “Don’t spit on you hand.”  

Han nodded and didn’t speak, he figured it was best not to let her hear his voice.  

“Don’t tell me I like something, don’t ever grab my head.  Well, I mean if I ever blow you.”  

He nodded making a mental list.  

“Don’t hold my wrists, don’t cover my mouth, don’t call me a whore.”  

He nodded.  

“And for gods sakes don’t come in my hair.  Do you know how many stormtroopers…”  She stopped.  

He shook his head staring at the counter top.  “I’m sorry.”  

“It’s not your fault.”  She reassured him.  

“I wish me and the kid had gotten there sooner.”  He sighed.  

She shrugged.  “So, you lived on the streets, do you have anything like that?”  

“Well, you’re not a man, so no not really.  Keep your hands off my neck, don’t choke me, don’t call me boy, I sure as hell don’t like to be restrained and yeah, don’t come in my hair, I hate that too.  It’s dehumanizing.”  

She smiled at him.  “Sometimes I think about cutting off my hair.”  

“It’s none of my business but I’d be fine with that.”  He looked at her.  

She nodded.  

“You okay?”  He took her hand.  

“Yeah, you?”  She searched him, just a little with the force.  

He nodded.  


“Well.”  Han sighed several days later as he changed the dressing on Leia’s blaster wound.  “You’re healing nicely.”  

“Shoot me again, I’m not ready to leave.”  She spoke flatly.  

“I wasn’t implying that.”  He looked up at her as he smoothed the fresh bandage over her side.  “Kira needs more time.”  

Leia smiled at him as he stood up.  

“But I think it’s safe for you to pick her up from the floor now.”  He spoke packing up the med kit.  “I’m going to run to the marketplace, want to go?”  

Leia shook her head.  “The last time I went with you to the marketplace you bought me a child.”  

Han laughed.  

“That and I don’t want her to think we’re taking her back.”  Leia spoke as Kira walked over to them.  

“Daddy.”  She spoke reaching up to him.  “Up?”  

“Want to try it?”  

Leia nodded crouching down.  “Can I pick you up loved?”  

She nodded.  

Han watched them, ready to brace Leia if he needed to, the blaster bolt that hit her side had ripped through several layers of muscle and facia, and though she was really beginning to improve, she was still weak, especially on her dominant side.  He watched her stand slowly with Kira held in close to her body.  “You okay?”  He asked seeing her grit her teeth.  

“Yeah.”  She breathed. “I’m okay, just sore.”  

Leia sat on the floor with Kira in her lap their force signatures intertwined.  She was trying to figure out where she could have come from.  Little Kira, with an Alderaani name and Corellian toughness.  Kira with a force signature like an air raid siren.  That felt so much like her own, so familiar.  The little girl who was already so bonded to her she could almost let herself believe that she’d given birth to her before the Erso Mission.  Kira with such dark, intense, expressive eyes and silky brown hair.  Vader’s cape darkened her vision as reached further into Kira’s mind.  She wasn’t sure if it was more of those trigger points he’d burned into her mind on the Death Star or if she was seeing what Kira saw until she felt Kira shake.  She broke the connection and Kira just sobbed and shook in her arms.  

“It’s okay, I’m sorry.”  Leia crooned holding her so tight.  “I’m sorry.”  She could feel Kira’s alarm.  “I love you.”  She soothed, it was the first time she’d said it, but she felt it for sure.  Leia loved Kira as if she’d carried her as if she and whomever had made her.  It didn’t matter where she came from, she was definitely hers.  

She held her close and leaned back against the front of the sofa.  “Mumma’s sorry.”  She pushed herself to her feet, gods that hurt, she knew she’d bleed from that move.  She adjusted her in her arms and Kira buried her face in her neck and cried.  “It’s okay.”  Leia danced with her and rubbed her back like she’d watched Han do when she’d had that horrible nightmare the other night.  “Mumma’s here.”  She soothed.  She tried to use the force to soothe her but she was panicking too much to focus.  

“Okay baby, we’ve got to calm down.  Let’s breathe together.”  She took her hand gently and placed it against her chest.  “Feel mumma’s heart?”  Kira continued to cry but she felt her nodding against her neck.  Leia sighed.  “Good, okay can you feel me breathe?”  She nodded again.  “Okay, breathe with mumma okay?  When I breathe in you breathe in.”  She breathed in and felt Kira follow her.  “Good girl, and when I breathe out you breathe out.”  She exhaled and felt her follow.  “Ready?”  Kira nodded.  Leia closed her eyes and danced her around the lounge regulating Kira’s breathing the way that Han regulated hers rubbing her back and whispering to her in Moccoan basic, a little song her own mother would sing to her when she was scared.  

Han let himself in and he could tell by Leia’s eyes that something was very wrong.  He set his shopping down and Leia could have sworn he’d only taken a couple of steps to get them.  “Hey bitsy.”  He spoke gently as he slipped an arm around Leia held them both close to his chest.  Finally between the two of them Kira started to relax.  She reached under Leia’s chin and grabbed her earlobe between the pad of her thumb and the second knuckle of her index finger, just like Leia had done as a child and Han had caught her doing to self soothe after nightmares.  

“What happened?”  He spoke handing Leia a toddy he’d made while she stayed with Kira until she’d fallen asleep.  

“I fucked up Han, I really fucked up.”  Leia spoke with her face in her hands.  

“What were you doing?”  Han spoke quietly keeping any hint of an accusatory tone out of his voice.  

She sighed.  “I was just… I was trying to figure out where she came from.”  

“So you were in her head.”  He kept his voice even and low.  

Leia nodded.  

“What’d you see?”  He asked gently.  

“Vader.”  She lookeat him.  

He ran his fingers through his hair.  “Your memory or hers?”  

“Han, that’s the thing, I don’t know.”  She picked at her bandaged thumb.  

He sighed.  “Maybe stay out of her head for a while.”  

She nodded.  

“Are you okay?”  He spoke gently.  

She shook her head.  

Han started to reach for her and thought better of it.  He knew he should ask first.  “Are you at a point where you can be held?”  

“Not yet.”  She spoke looking longingly at the fireplace.  

He nodded.  “You want a fire, Princess?”  

She nodded.  

“It’s not your fault.”  Han spoke wrapping her in a quilt.  

“Gods, I hope I didn’t fuck anything up.”  She sighed.  

“I’m sure she’s fine.”  He offered.  “Kids are resilient.”  

Leia nodded watching him build a fire for her.  “I should have know better, Master Ferus would have never have done that alone.”  

“Well, Obi Wan is dead and Luke’s less trained that you are.  Know any other Jedi?”  He quizzed her gently.  

“I should have waited for Luke to train.”  She buried her face in her hands.  

Han shrugged.  “Nothing you can do about it now.”  

She nodded.  

“So, what do you think you saw?”  He asked gently.  

She shook her head.  “Vader implanted traps in my mind, destroyed good memories, but I’ve never had anything like that happen before.”  

“Do you think it was hers?”  His voice shook a bit this time.  

Leia nodded.  

“Who is she?”  Han spoke sitting on the hearth.  

She shook her head.  “I don’t know, that’s what I was trying to figure out.”  

Han shrugged.  “Well, we know she’s force sensitive and we think she’s seen Vader.”  

Leia nodded.  “And those kids found her after some sort of fight.”  

Han looked at her, his face open hoping she knew he really wished he didn’t have to say it.  “We might want to think about heading back to Yavin for a while.”  

“I know.”  

He sighed.  “I know you need more time, and you know I don’t want to go back.”  

She nodded getting up.  

“Where are you going?”  He looked up at her.  

“To check on Kira.”  Her voice shook a bit as she spoke.  

He nodded and watched her walk down the hall.