Star Wars One Shots

[2.1] Leia Organa

This is an addition to my [2] Leia Organa story (requested by nothernlion196). I liked it so much, I decided to write a second part! It's a little short, and will need another update...

         PRINCESS LEIA ORGANA WAS JUST LIKE HER BIOLOGICAL FATHER -- SHE HATED THE SAND. There was something about how it got irritatingly everywhere and was seemingly endless on the vast dunes, as far as the eye could see. She had been separated from her valiant bodyguard and clandestine lover, Sam, and she longed to know if he was okay. After the escape pod had crashed into this unknown desert planet, both she and Sam were sent airborne, flying in different directions at different speeds away from the still-smoldering debris.

Leia had noticed no footsteps, or in fact, any sign of life since the few hours she's been pinned involuntarily on this planet. The entire search deemed itself to be daunting as much as it was annoying. Blades of sand slashed across already raw and torn skin, as if a sign a sandstorm was brewing up. The temperature was blistering, acting like her mother used to; scolding her for even being in the wrong place.

The Princess had a bad feeling about this...

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        LEIA COULD FEEL IT COMING -- THE STORM. And to accompany it, an overwhelming feeling of anxiety spurring into her tender heart. There was no sign of Sam anywhere, and the entire time she spent aimlessly wandering the desert, she had felt herself coming closer and closer to succumbing to dehydration and mental exhaustion, and further and further away from actually finding him. She wanted to sleep, but couldn't rest until her beloved was found, and she had found them somewhere safe to harbor through the storm.

Her comlink was broken, a red wire springing out of the side of it like it was from one of those silly cartoons she'd seen on her Coruscant hologram-TV. There was nothing she could do -- sure, she was handy, but knew nothing about mechanics or electrical wiring, especially one as frayed as this. If she could only find Sam...

"Sam!" Leia desperately called out against the howling wind of the brewing sandstorm. Her voice was swept away as quick as it left her cracked and bleeding lips. There, like the previous hundred times, was no response, from anything. Only the storm telling Leia to find some safe place to stay until this whole thing blows over.

She huffed exceedingly, coming to the conclusion to stumble helplessly in the direction of a briefly uncovered rock formation in the nearby distance.

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         THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT THIS PLACE -- A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE. Leia wasn't exactly the most skilled in the Force, but her Jedi Knight brother, Luke, had assisted her in teaching the basics. The opening of the senses, the allowance of letting the outer world mix with the physical body. Leia had sensed something in this cave with her, yet the intention of it was cloaked and almost frightening.

She proceeded with caution, thanking the Force and her few lucky stars that she was out of that storm, but immediately feeling bad when she reminded herself that Sam was potentially out there in that rugged storm still. There was nothing she could do, however, and if she had went out there, she would be swept away by not only the slashing sands, but also from pure exhaustion.

The Princess fell to the floor in a heap. Her breaths were ragged from hours of trudging through miles of scorching hot sands, her toughened skin like butter to this unforgiving environment. The rocks were cool under her numbed fingertips, the cave already giving her body a manifesting difference of temperature compared to where she fabricated from.

She tried to breath quietly, to not awaken what she was sensing. But she could feel it approaching, the presence of it familiar, yet demanding. Her weary domineering brown eyes forced themselves up as scuffles of footsteps came nearer. Fatigue had hit Leia like a wild tsunami on Kamino.

"Leia?" A recognized voice registered in Leia's exhausted mind. It was Sam!

"Sa... Sam..?" The Princess's cracked and split lips were painful to move, but a triumphant smile curled her upper lip. 

Sam rushed over to Leia, lifting her head up to rest onto his now-folded legs. He wiped the dried sweaty hair from her forehead, and comfortingly stroked her messy brunette hair to calm her breathing. She stared upward to Sam's reflective eyes, silent words being exchanged. She was able to close her eyes in peace, feeling his tattered, but caring hands gently soothe her into a barren sleep.