THE EIGHTH [han solo]

[prologue]

"I have to go." She said, storming in, sitting down then standing back up again, like she had been electrocuted. She just could not sit still.
"Where?" He asked, his lightsaber disappearing into it's hilt.
"Away. I'm going to fight for what I believe in, I'm done hiding in the shadows. We are more powerful than them, all of them. The entire Empire should shake in fear at the sight of us."
"If we resort to violence then we are no better than them." Obi-Wan cooly said.
"What happened to the General Kenobi of the Clone Wars? Where is he? You know Obi-Wan, I use to think it was gonna be you and me against the Galaxy. But no matter how bad the world gets, you don't wanna be against it do you? You want to be part of it." She stood up, pacing around the room in anger.
"There's so much more to you than you know, not just pain and anger. I know we lost our daughter, but fighting for a lost cause isn't going to bring her back. I know you Aurelia, there's good in you too, and you can harness all that. You have a power that no one can match, not even me, not any of the remaining Jedi."
"I know! That's why I'm going to fight! I'm going to make this Galaxy better for every child that has been, is, and will be born. I cannot, I will not sit back and let Vader and the Emperor destroy this Galaxy and everyone on it. As long as I stand, there will not be destruction and death. We live in an age of darkness, a world full of fear, hate and intolerance. But in every age there are those who fight against it. I was born in a world divided, a world I tried to heal, a mission I never saw accomplished." She said, taking out her lightsaber and lighting it, the eerie purple glow matching her eyes. "I will fight against it. With or without you." She said, and her lightsaber retreated, she went to touch something a her neck, but remembered that the necklace she once found all her strength in had been given to her daughter, who was almost certainly dead.

*

"It's going to be a long way out." She yelled down her intercom, the bomb had gone off a little to early and she stood there, making sure her squadron got out before her.
"You'll make it." The voice on the other side assured her.
"I don't think so, not this time." The wall of the Empire base was collapsing.
"Listen, General Kenobi, you have to come back out. We need you."
"You have other Jedi know, they're coming out of hiding." She said, running, but ultimately she knew that it was in vain. She was going to die, trapped beneath the rubble of the Empire.
"But they're not you." The voice said, and there was a sound of a baby crying.
"What's the baby doing?"
"Oh, it's just our daughter."
"I had a daughter once." The blonde stopped running, and watched as the rubble started to tumble down to get her. "Her name was Octavia, my Octavia."
"She needs you, keep running." The voice urged her.
"I'm not going to make it." She said. "I'm not going to-" The rubble rained down on her, and the light vanished from her violet eyes.
"General Kenobi! General! Aurelia!" Bail Organa yelled, and baby Leia cried louder. The General was gone, and Bail Organa was going to have to explain to Obi-no, Ben, why not only his brother and protégé, but also his wife, had died within the same year. He put his head in his hands, and silently cried for the woman, and her husband, and their lost child.