Episode IV: Another Hope

Chapter IV

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.