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[Star Wars] a way with people (Leia gen)
Title: a way with people
Fandom: Star Wars
Length: 797 words
Prompt: Wish Fulfillment Ficathon: Star Wars, AU where Obi-Wan stays on Alderaan and Princess Leia trains to be a Jedi.
Pairing: Leia gen
Other: AU per the request.
Excerpt: For a long time, Leia didn't have any idea who Uncle Ben really was, nor why her lessons with him were such a secret. Her father called them dance lessons, and when she started real dance lessons at eight with other girls, she did have a small advantage, but they weren't anything the same.
For a long time, Leia didn't have any idea who Uncle Ben really was, nor why her lessons with him were such a secret. Her father called them dance lessons, and when she started real dance lessons at eight with other girls, she did have a small advantage, but they weren't anything the same.
"Uncle Ben," she asked, "how are you my uncle?" Leia had plenty of relatives and did her best to keep them straight. Her father told her that remembering people would be important if she ever wanted to be a Senator. But somehow no one had ever quite said whose brother or cousin he was.
"Your father and I were very close," Ben said, and his eyes were far away. He wouldn't say anything more than that, even though that made no sense. He was still one of Bail Organa's closest confidants.
When she was thirteen, he gave her the lightsaber.
When she was sixteen, Darth Vader exploded Alderaan in front of her eyes and she was deafened by an entire planet's moment of panic. If she hadn't hidden her lightsaber in R2's compartment, she might have forgotten all of the things Ben taught her about using the Force for good.
She didn't know why he hadn't killed her then; maybe he thought he had done everything but stop her breathing. Not that he let her go, of course. He gave her private quarters, as befitted a diplomat he said mockingly; it was nice for a prison, white walls and real sheets. She could feel him nearby, pressing down on her mind all the time, trying to get in. She tried not to sleep.
"Join me," Vader said, sweeping into the room without warning. Leia was meditating but the brusque invitation completely broke her concentration.
"What?" she asked, disbelieving.
"Join me," he said, waving a hand expansively. He was impossibly huge from her position on the floor, the mask wheezing in her ears, the sound choking her.
"Never!" she said, springing to her feet. The door was still open behind him; this was her chance.
"Princess Leia Organa," he said. "I know that is not your real name."
Leia knew she was adopted, but beyond usual childhood worries, it had never bothered her.
"I am Queen Leia Organa," she said to him coldly. Queen of no planet, but that didn't matter now. She held on so as not to lose herself. Ben had said a lot about how Jedi had no attachments, how they served only the people, and bowed to the will of the Force. It had never been a lesson she was good at learning. She wondered where he was now -- if he'd been thrown into the jail with the rest of her people, if he'd been killed already. He would have come for her otherwise, she was sure.
"You are my daughter," the monster said, sucking at air, and she ducked under his arm and out into the corridor before he knew what was happening. She'd pulled his lightsaber from his belt but as soon as she reached a garbage disposal she dropped it in. She didn't want anything of his.
He was wrong, he had to be wrong, but as she rushed down the corridors, willing herself invisible, she couldn't make herself believe it. She forced the feelings down, turning corners, praying she was headed in the right direction. They only had the vaguest blueprints for this ships-- none of the rebels had ever expected to be on it, or at least not long enough to need them. There were feet pounding toward her from all directions when she slammed into the right room and found Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"Ben!" she said, skidding to a halt, and he smiled to her. He didn't look dead. He didn't even look like he was breathing hard.
"I've been waiting for you," he said, but his eyes were behind her. Vader stepped into the room.
"Kenobi!" Vader shouted, and then, "Get the girl!"
The escape pod was ready and she ran for it, ignoring the stitch in her side, turning only after she'd jumped in to see how far behind her Kenobi was. He hadn't moved. He had drawn his light-saber, and Vader must have had a spare, because he had one too. The blue and the red collided again and again. The escape pod's door hissed shut; it had a fail-safe, of course it did. She couldn't see anything now; no point in a viewport in one of those things. She banged on it but of course it didn't open.
So she didn't see Ben die, but she felt it, a little light going out on a roiling sea.
She had finished crying by the time the pod touched down on Tatooine.
Fandom: Star Wars
Length: 797 words
Prompt: Wish Fulfillment Ficathon: Star Wars, AU where Obi-Wan stays on Alderaan and Princess Leia trains to be a Jedi.
Pairing: Leia gen
Other: AU per the request.
Excerpt: For a long time, Leia didn't have any idea who Uncle Ben really was, nor why her lessons with him were such a secret. Her father called them dance lessons, and when she started real dance lessons at eight with other girls, she did have a small advantage, but they weren't anything the same.
For a long time, Leia didn't have any idea who Uncle Ben really was, nor why her lessons with him were such a secret. Her father called them dance lessons, and when she started real dance lessons at eight with other girls, she did have a small advantage, but they weren't anything the same.
"Uncle Ben," she asked, "how are you my uncle?" Leia had plenty of relatives and did her best to keep them straight. Her father told her that remembering people would be important if she ever wanted to be a Senator. But somehow no one had ever quite said whose brother or cousin he was.
"Your father and I were very close," Ben said, and his eyes were far away. He wouldn't say anything more than that, even though that made no sense. He was still one of Bail Organa's closest confidants.
When she was thirteen, he gave her the lightsaber.
When she was sixteen, Darth Vader exploded Alderaan in front of her eyes and she was deafened by an entire planet's moment of panic. If she hadn't hidden her lightsaber in R2's compartment, she might have forgotten all of the things Ben taught her about using the Force for good.
She didn't know why he hadn't killed her then; maybe he thought he had done everything but stop her breathing. Not that he let her go, of course. He gave her private quarters, as befitted a diplomat he said mockingly; it was nice for a prison, white walls and real sheets. She could feel him nearby, pressing down on her mind all the time, trying to get in. She tried not to sleep.
"Join me," Vader said, sweeping into the room without warning. Leia was meditating but the brusque invitation completely broke her concentration.
"What?" she asked, disbelieving.
"Join me," he said, waving a hand expansively. He was impossibly huge from her position on the floor, the mask wheezing in her ears, the sound choking her.
"Never!" she said, springing to her feet. The door was still open behind him; this was her chance.
"Princess Leia Organa," he said. "I know that is not your real name."
Leia knew she was adopted, but beyond usual childhood worries, it had never bothered her.
"I am Queen Leia Organa," she said to him coldly. Queen of no planet, but that didn't matter now. She held on so as not to lose herself. Ben had said a lot about how Jedi had no attachments, how they served only the people, and bowed to the will of the Force. It had never been a lesson she was good at learning. She wondered where he was now -- if he'd been thrown into the jail with the rest of her people, if he'd been killed already. He would have come for her otherwise, she was sure.
"You are my daughter," the monster said, sucking at air, and she ducked under his arm and out into the corridor before he knew what was happening. She'd pulled his lightsaber from his belt but as soon as she reached a garbage disposal she dropped it in. She didn't want anything of his.
He was wrong, he had to be wrong, but as she rushed down the corridors, willing herself invisible, she couldn't make herself believe it. She forced the feelings down, turning corners, praying she was headed in the right direction. They only had the vaguest blueprints for this ships-- none of the rebels had ever expected to be on it, or at least not long enough to need them. There were feet pounding toward her from all directions when she slammed into the right room and found Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"Ben!" she said, skidding to a halt, and he smiled to her. He didn't look dead. He didn't even look like he was breathing hard.
"I've been waiting for you," he said, but his eyes were behind her. Vader stepped into the room.
"Kenobi!" Vader shouted, and then, "Get the girl!"
The escape pod was ready and she ran for it, ignoring the stitch in her side, turning only after she'd jumped in to see how far behind her Kenobi was. He hadn't moved. He had drawn his light-saber, and Vader must have had a spare, because he had one too. The blue and the red collided again and again. The escape pod's door hissed shut; it had a fail-safe, of course it did. She couldn't see anything now; no point in a viewport in one of those things. She banged on it but of course it didn't open.
So she didn't see Ben die, but she felt it, a little light going out on a roiling sea.
She had finished crying by the time the pod touched down on Tatooine.