Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Because of Her

Title:Because of Her
Author:Araxie
Timeframe:Post ANH, evacuation of Yavin IV
Characters:Han Solo
Genre:Drama, vignette
Summary:Han wondering why he has joined in with the rebellion
Notes: This is my response to the Shakespear Quotaion roulette challenge. I chose quote #40

Rightly reasoned, and in his own division: and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. Claudio, Much Ado About Nothing Act 5


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Finally, he found a moment to be alone with his thoughts and confusion. He threw himself into his chair.

What had brought him to this point of breaking every rule, every vow he had promised himself to not get involved with anything that was bigger than his own self preservation?

He sat in his pilots chair, looking out the massive windows, watching the scene of mass exodus occur. How had he gotten himself involved with the rebel faction he still was not sure. It seemed to happen much to fast.

Of course he knew where it started.

The moment he had said yes to that old fool, for a charter flight to Alderaan.

He had not sure how he was going to manage time with a man that seemed to have a come back for every word he uttered, and a farm boy with no sense of what life was really like.

He had expected a short cruise, no complications, deliver the old man, the boy and two droids safely and be on his way. He could settle his debt to Jabba the Hut, and get on with his carefree life.

He did not expect the planet to be obliterated, and hauled into a space station that had no right to exist.

Nor did he plan on meeting HER…..
Her worshipfullness, Her highness, Her…… what ever he could think of, without thinking about Her. It was useless; Her brown eyes would haunt him the rest of his life. He did not need to be around a spoiled, self righteous, aggrandizing bit of a woman that was too young to be soooooo….. Frustrating.

He had not planned on rescuing said woman from the bowels of that station. It was not in the contract to fight his way from level to level just to witness the death of the "old fool". He had not counted on Her, being right about being tracked to Javin IV.

He had planed on getting his reward and leaving. Leaving them to their idealistic suicide and get out of there, hide intact.

He did not plan the memories to invade his soul as he took off and entered hyper space. He only remembered Her eyes! He remembered the boy’s eyes, full of excitement, hope, and a flash of disappointment. He remembered the grief in those young eyes that he managed to hide deep behind the thrill of the coming battle.

He tried to ignore the looks, and muttering of his fur ball copilot. He would not look at him. He grumbled and muttered until Han finally had to tell him to stop or he would shove a bantha down his miserable throat.

It was too late, he was caught up in a war he had not planned to be part of, he turned the Millennium Falcon around, and saved the kid's neck just in the nick of time. At least he had bragging rights about that one, as the kid blew up the dreaded death star just as it was to bring a fateful end to the rebellions crusade.

He grinned to himself has he remembered Her arms being thrown around his neck in joy and glee. For a moment he felt something more than frustration and a need to strangle Her lovely neck.

He had received a medal,(by Her glorious hand), he did not need to stay any longer, so why did he?

He looked at his reflection in the window and muttered to himself,

"Han ol' boy, you know why you stay. It is because of Her."

The Beating of Our Hearts

Title:The Beating of Our Hearts
Author(s):Araxie
Timeframe:during ESB, before Han is taken to be placed in Carbonite
Characters:Han, Leia, Chewie, and C-3PO
Genre:Angst
Keywords:
Summary:Han, Leia and Chewie are wondering why Vader is interested in Luke.
Notes: This is for the missing Scene Roulette Challenge. Thanks to Kelia for changing my challenge when the original one was actually one of the first stories I wrote!

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"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him" came the muttering from the bench across the room.

Leia glanced at the Wookie standing beside her and if she judged the look on his furry face, he felt exactly the same way. Frankly when she considered it, she had to agree with them both.

Unfortunately, Han was in no shape to think about killing anyone, the effort might do him in, or at least cause a stroke if he kept on with the muttering. She half grinned to herself thinking of the Corellian actually humbled by the betrayal, but why she had to be here to see it was beyond her musings.

Of course she knew it was because he was her only hope to escape from Hoth's Icy surface, even more so the only hope of escaping Vader's grasp. What they did not plan on, was betrayal from a friend who Han never expected to turn on them.

"When I get my hands on him, I'll kill him", Han muttered some more.

Leia bent over him with the rag she had been using to cool the pain in his head, but it had long since lost any ability to bring real relief.


"Shush" she said, "threatening revenge will not do us any good at the moment. Since we can not trust Lando, we have got to figure away out of this mess somehow."

Han grimaced,

"I know your worshipfulness, but it feels good to plot it anyway."

Leia's mind had been like a whirlwind since Lando had mentioned Luke's name. She knew Vader was obsessed by her for some reason, even once her usefulness on the Death Star had come to an end he had kept her alive, why she did not understand.

"What I want to know is why Vader is after a farm boy from Tatooine?"
She asked quietly.

She looked at Chewie who was continuing to work on the busted up frame of C-3P0. They had shut the complaining droid off as Han had started to threaten him with complete deactivation if he would not stop talking. The threats of course had not worked and to prevent any further harm the wisest course was the switch.

Chewie softly growled back, offering no opinion on the matter.

"The kid must mean something for this obsession, and why Vader would think torturing us, would bring Luke here. He should be at the Rendezvous point by now, getting into more trouble without me there to keep an eye on him."

Han tried shaking his head in wonderment but moaned and raised his hands to support the flash of pain.

Leia reached over him one more time, concern on her face. She had no other thoughts on the matter. Vader once had her in his grasp and she survived it. Somehow they would all have to survive it again.

Han started to mutter again,

"Luke was delirious in the snow. He kept calling out Ben’s name, and during the night he kept saying ‘Yoda, Dagobah’".

Leia and Han jumped as they heard the clatter from a dropped tool from Chewie's hands. They gave him a quick look as he quickly turned back to his job. He flipped a switch to turn C-Threepio back on.

"How could you shut me off like that? It is not fair; I should be telling you how to fix me properly. Why you have not even put my legs back on!"

Just then the sound of the door being opened alerted them to the presence of stormtroopers.

"Get up. You have a conference with Lord Vader"

None of them could slow the beating of their hearts, as the prepared to leave the cell.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

A momentous Promblem

A tall Jedi stood across the byway from Dex’s diner. He had found himself wandering this way for something to eat, still feeling mindless and lost. That was when he saw her entering the establishment with her arms full of work and he froze. Of all the luck in the galaxy, she had to be walking in there when he was looking for some companionship from Dex.


He stood there silently wondering why he had to feel the way he did. Full of confusion, doubting himself and his emotion he did not know what to do. He was glad his padawan was not beside him. All he would do is try to encourage him to talk to the woman and try once more to mend the rift between them. He did not understand why she was so upset, he tried, but the words did not make sense. How could years of friendship end?


After a few minutes, he turned away, and started to wander. Meandering in and out of streets, taking transports, not really knowing where he was going or what he was going to do, he found himself outside a building he had frequented often in the past. Maybe he could find some answers here.

He entered the building and with a short wait, he the greeter led him into a small office. He paced up and down, waiting when he heard a soft voice outside the door.

He turned as the small woman entered; she looked like her sister to some extent. She had the same thick hair, the big blue eyes, and the lovely smile, which was missing from her face.

She shut the door and leaned against it.

“Well what can I do for you today Qui-Gon? It has been awhile since you have honored me with your presence.”

He looked at his finger holding his excuse forward.

“I have a sliver that is driving me crazy, can you remove it for me, Tani?”


She sighed, “You mean a Jedi like you couldn’t figure out how to do this one your own?” she replied as she took his large hand into her small capable fingers. Deftly removing the small fragment in his finger, she applied some ointment on it.

“Okay so what is it you want? I know your healers could have touched that if you did not want to do it yourself. So why come here.”

He looked down and then desperately at the women.
”Tell me what to do about Noela. How can I get her to talk to me again?”

She looked at him and folded her arms.

“You can’t be serious? You still don’t get it?” She said

He looked down. “All I know is I have lost my best friend, someone that I could always talk to.”

“What was Tahl to you then, a pastime, something to just play with? I do not think so. You did not think of Noela once the whole time you were with Tahl. What is she to think?”

He could see the flash in Tani’s eyes; he had never seen her so riled up. He expected some kind of compassion, not this hurt on behalf of her sister.

“Noela and Tahl are not related he said.”

“How can they not be? How can you be so blind? Why is it you never extended your relationship with Noela?” She asked trying to get this man to understand.

“I could not go against the code. I could not love her the way she needed.” He replied.

“And what about Tahl? Have you been honest about her?”

“Tahl was different, she understood me, and she understood what it means to be a Jedi?”

Tani rolled her eyes, and leaned forward putting her hands on a small table.

“Qui-Gon, that is it exactly, you gave Tahl what you denied Noela all these years. You gave her your heart and soul. You told Noela that you could not have attachments, and then you turn and give that part of you, that you hid from her to another woman, a Jedi.


She knew you would have relations with other women, she accepted that, but she never expected you to form an attachment with anyone! She did not expect it of herself, but she thought you would be true to your code. What do you do but break it with someone else, another Jedi, and Noela feels as if she is lacking!

She feels that since she is not a Jedi she will never be good enough, not for you and not for anyone. She keeps attracting jerks and idiots, no one worth the level of intelligence that she has. You may not have had any promises but she felt that the only one that could be in her life was you, and she was sure she felt the same.”

His mouth had dropped during this exchange. Tani’s eyes had flashed, and he was sure she would have much more to say.

“Do you all feel this way?” He asked

Let us just say, you do not want to get in Ceil’s or Mere’s way in the near future.

“How am I going to fix this?” He asked.

She turned to walk out the door, looking back at him she said,

“Maybe it is time you start listening to that living force you are always talking about.”

With that, she walked out the door leaving him with his thoughts.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Homeward Bound part 2

Homeward Bound by Mart Keen Thompson Sung by the Tabernacle Choir, on the Love is Spoken Here CD


Homeward Bound

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red,

Why was the room so hazy, what had happed to her? She felt so much pain.
“Anakin, what is wrong with me what is happening to Me.? The last she remembered was Obi-Wan coming…..
Then choking, gasping, pleading, and then nothing.
“Obi-Wan” she whispered “help me Obi-Wan”

When the summer’s ceased its gleaming.
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure’s lost its meaning,

All I wanted was to go somewhere safe where we could be a family. I wanted to get away from the madness, from the fear and it was too late. My Anakin was gone, changed to someone I didn’t know.
“My Baby what will happen to my baby?” I cried


I’ll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture.
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow.

She could feel the pull of the force calling her to join its centricity. “No, I can’t I want to live, I must for these babies I’m having. I can’t die, I can’t”

She was given a vision of what would happen if she lived. She would be hunted down her babies would be killed. They needed to live separate lives. They would be well taken care of. With her part of the Force she could watch over and protect them. She was their mother and would not be gone.

She was given a choice. Live and loose it all, die and save the galaxy.

“Luke” She whispered to her only son trying to send him her imprint.
“Leia” My daughter, remember me, I wanted to live, and I wanted us to be happy. She thought as she touched her little face.

If you find it’s me you’re missing.
If you’re hoping I’ll return,
To your thoughts I’ll soon be listening.
In the road I’ll stop and turn.

“Obi-Wan there is still good in him, I know it” She whispered.

Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears its end,
And the path I’ll be retracing
When I’m homeward bound again

She closed her eyes, waiting for the end to come, instead of the blackness and nothingness she expected, she saw brilliance and light. She began to understand now what her choice did. In the end it would save her Anakin.

Bind me not to the pasture;
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow.

I will always be there beside you Anakin, I will try to soften your heart. I will try to set you free. Our children will be my spirit, guiding you home again.

Homeward Bound Parts 1

Lyrics by Marta Keen Thompson, on the Tabernacle Choir CD, Love is Spoken Here.

I should mention that Noela Ovorp Senoe belongs to Darth Ishtar.

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Yoda looked at his guests thoughtfully. These women had some talent, but it was not that they had great voices, yes there were better on the planet, but they were asked to be here because of their support of the Jedi they have known.

“Sing I ask you.” He said. They had looked at him with mouths slightly open not sure what the small Master asked of them.

“Advancement ceremony for Padawan’s becoming Master’s, I would your presence appreciate.”


Noela Senoe looked at her sisters, and they nodded their heads.

“Yes Master Yoda, we would be honored to sing at the ceremony. Is there something that is intended for us to sing, or do you want us to pick the music.”


He gnawed on his gimmer stick. “Music there is. From the library clerk you may get it. Waiting for you it will be.”

They nodded again and left the room where the meeting was held. It had been an unusual conference but then, their association with the Jedi had been unusual since Noela had first met Qui-Gon Jinn years before. Even since her marriage they had maintained a close friendship that had extended the circle of people that respected and admired her devotion to the Jedi Master without compromising either of their promises. It had been hard and difficult. Too difficult at times she knew. As she picked up the piece of music she understood why Yoda had asked them to sing this song at the advancement ceremony.


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Homeward Bound

In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red,
When the summer’s ceased its gleaming.
When the corn is past its prime,
When adventure’s lost its meaning,
I’ll be homeward bound in time.

Qui-Gon watched Noela and her sisters as they sang the song of letting go and return. It was a beautiful and haunting melody. He wanted to memorize the moment in his heart, and he realized he had always said he would be home in time. It never happened, his calling would never allow him to have a home other than this temple. He would never know the complete love of a family of his own. Neither would these young Padawan’s giving their life to service of the force. It was ironic and sad.

Bind me not to the pasture.
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow.


She had set him free, and he returned, but not as a lover, or a husband, but a friend. It was all he could offer this woman.

If you find it’s me you’re missing.
If you’re hoping I’ll return,
To your thoughts I’ll soon be listening.
In the road I’ll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears its end,
And the path I’ll be retracing
When I’m homeward bound again

Tears were rolling down Noela’s face as she sang this song, remembering all the times she hoped he would return safely. Her only comfort would be the thought he would think of her from time to time. She could merely send her thoughts to him hoping he would understand when he was on his missions.


Bind me not to the pasture;
Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow


Their life had not turned out the way they had thought it would. Still they were together in heart and mind. A friendship that would never end, not with a death, never in anger. They hoped that these new masters would learn the same lesson, that attachment is not a dirty word that one can love with all their heart and remain true to their mission in life. It may be hard and it may turn out different, but friendship never can die, it can never disappear, and it will always return somehow.

Family Tree

It was a wonderful day. One of those that I wished would last forever. I hoped that nothing would interfere with the calm and the peace that we rarely had a family. Han was working with Chewie on the Millennium Falcon and I was sitting watching my brother play with my children, Jacen and Jaina.

I held in my hands the holos of my mother that Luke had given me for my naming day not too long ago. At that moment I realized why Luke attached himself to my family. He had always been searching for his parents, always wanting to know more. Any family he had known had been killed by the Empire. For myself I was always secure in the knowledge of whom I was and why I was here.

My adopted parents always treated me as an equal, never hiding from me my potential in life. I didn’t need to know about my real parents, at least not in the way that Luke did.

I had a memory of my mother, locked deep in my subconscious mind. I realized that she had given me a precious gift on her death. She had let me know of her love, and that because of her love she was passing on to the force. By that sacrifice she could, in a small way, influence her husband to not harm their children, or maybe I should say not kill us, he had after all harmed us both in his quest to rule the galaxy. Born first Luke did not have the benefit of that memory.

After Luke had given me the holos I had not realized the gift my adoptive father had given me. He had raised me to follow in his footsteps, to be a diplomat, and eventually the youngest senator for Alderaan. He taught me when I was little, making sure I knew as much as could about various systems, the planets, and cultures. It was a vast undertaking and even though it was impossible to learn everything about every place, I had a good knowledge of systems with great influence on the Empire.

He taught me about the systems involved with trade, and with government. He taught me about the systems that would become integral for the survival of the rebellion, from Dantooine, Yavin IV, and Hoth. There were many systems I studied and learned about. It wasn’t until Luke gave me the holos for my naming day, that I realized the biggest gift Bail had given was learning about the planet Naboo.

When I saw my mother in her elaborate dress, I knew at once she was a queen of Naboo. I didn’t tell Luke at the time, I didn’t want to excite him too much, but I did a bit of digging. I knew it wouldn’t be hard. I knew enough of Naboo’s political system that she would have been elected Queen. The rulers serve for a term of 4 years and are limited to 2 terms.

It was easy enough to look for a funeral of a former ruler around the time of our naming day. Queen Amidala, or Padmé Naberrie as she was named, died young, buried with honor. She had a great history of defending her home planet. She served as a Senator, so I had come to that by blood as well as training from Bail Organa.

I looked at the holos again and then at my brother one more time. With a smile on my face I stood up and said,

“Luke, there is something I need to tell you.”


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Luke stepped out of his fighter and watched as Artoo was lowered to the ground. The trip to Naboo had been uneventful, even the little droid didn’t have much to say. That was unusual as Artoo often would chatter on during their journeys. It was as if he took over from the verbosity of Threepio when they weren’t together.

He looked around the hanger and studied the architecture of the place. The sweeping ceilings and vast doorways that conveyed and openness he hadn’t seen before.

He had felt a thrill in his soul when he was allowed to land on the planet of his mother’s birth. Now he just needed to start looking for information on her life. Maybe he could find more family and feel a connection with his mother. After all these years he couldn’t believe he was this close to her.

He strode out of the hanger, figuring he had better find a place to stay in this vast City and then maybe find a map that can help him navigate the best areas to learn more about the woman that was Queen of this world.

He still could remember the moment that Leia had said, “Luke there is something I have to tell you.” He gave her the holos never dreaming that she would recognize the culture of her mother’s dress and be able to track her down. At that moment he mother became real, a name to go with the face.

He turned to see if the little robot was still with him when he saw Artoo, transfixed, if you could say that about a droid, at a magnificent building a top a hill not to far away.

“Artoo, what is it?”

He asked the droid, as if he would understand the answer without the translator. The droid said nothing just moved toward the building.

Luke shrugged his shoulders; he learned along time ago that you couldn’t keep Artoo from going where he wanted, when he wanted, if he wanted it bad enough.


As they neared the capital building of Theed, Luke gazed around him, at the beauty of the planet and its lush greenery. The large waterfalls that surrounded him, and the water ways that meandered in and out of many streets astounded him.

He had never seen such splendor in his life. Of course that would not be difficult growing up on a desert planet, and running from the Empire the rest of the time. He climbed the steps and Artoo turned and moved some more toward a smaller building that was to the East of the capital.

As he entered he read the words, “In memoriam, the legacy of Queen Amidala, beloved ruler of Naboo.”

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I reread the message Luke had sent me earlier that day. I still was in shock and disbelief about the information he found on the political career of our mother. I wanted to be in denial. I had never been able to understand how someone could love the monster that was our father.

I pictured her to be weak, simple minded, and a fool above all. How could she have loved a man that was cruel, hard hearted, rutheless, and evil. He was everything I had despised and I learned to despise her along with him. I could hardly feel any compassion for the two people that were responsible for my life.

Even with Luke testifying that he had changed, I refused to believe it and closed my heart to the thought. In my mind the only good that came from Vader was Luke himself. I couldn’t even put myself into that equation, I knew who my parents were and it was not the biological ones that mattered. I loved the gift Luke gave me of the holos, but I couldn’t see them as real, as once living beings. That is until now.

Why Luke was including me in the quest was beyond me. He was the one that wanted to know more. Not me. Intuitively he seemed to know what information would pique my interest, and make me want to learn more. That he could break down that wall of indifference and make me care about my history was unfathomable. Somehow he managed.

My mother, one of the youngest elected Queens of Naboo. She was brave, honest, and determined to protect her world from the invasion of the Trade Federation.

It was in this fight for her world and her life that she met the brave Jedi knights, Qui-Gon Jinn and his padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. They helped her escape and managed to take her to the senate to plead her case to the Republic.

When the petition failed, she returned with the Jedi and formed an alliance with the Gungans, and managed to defeat the trade federation. Involved was a young boy from Tatooine, Anakin Skywalker. He saved the day by destroying the Federation flag ship in the middle of the battle. In the process Qui-Gon was killed, and Obi-Wan destroyed the Sith Lord that had been sent to assassinate the Queen.

She had been loved so much that they wanted to make her a Queen for life, but her ethical standard kept her from that life. Instead she became a Senator and served her world in that manner. She had several assassination attempts on her life again, and was forced to go into hiding. She loved peace, and she loved order, and she valued the independence of her world.

In the end she was buried with honor and great mourning, not just on Naboo, but in the crumbling remains of the Republic turned Empire. She had become a sacrificial lamb on the altar of greed and power.

For the first time, I saw my mother as a ruler, as a living being with a life that was real. I also saw my Father as a child, a living breathing human being. He became something other than an evil presence that stalked my dreams. I didn’t like the softening of my heart, the cracking of the shell I had placed around it from feeling too much of my past and the horrors I had gone through.


Luke wanted me to go to Naboo so I could see this place for myself. So I could feel the influence of our mother’s life, and ultimately one of our homes. He said that I needed a place to call home, and this could be it. I was afraid of it. I didn’t want another home, which was a place I could never have again. It was gone, I had made my home in the wandering of the galaxy, fighting the remains of the Empire. I had a home with a husband I adored, and two small children that made me smile and laugh daily. Why did I need a home that meant nothing to me?

I didn’t realize that tears were rolling down my face as I had sat back in the chair with my eyes closed, lost in the train of thoughts, when I felt a hand on mine. I heard the soft words,

“Princess, are you alright?” My husband’s voice pierced my soul. I opened my eyes to see his concern in the furrow of his brow.

I took a deep breath, and said,

“Han, I want to go home. I want you and the children to come with me.” I whispered

“Home? I don’t under…..” he was stopped by my hand over his mouth.

“I want to go home to Naboo, and see the home of my mother. The world she loved as much as the world I no longer have. I want to create for my children the memories I have. I want them to feel part of something, not just a house we live in here and there. I want to go home to my mother.”

He smiled, “Okay then, if that is what you want, we will leave as soon as you are ready.”

I let a little laugh, unsure of myself, “I don’t know if I will ever be ready, but that has never stopped me before, why should it stop me now. Beside, I have a feeling Luke will never let this drop if I say no.”

“Is that why you are going? Because Luke wants you to.” He queried. I paused, thinking for a moment. Then the tears started up again.

“No, I am going because it is the right thing to do.”


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Luke had been standing aside and watching Leia's reaction to their mother's memorial. Now she was sitting at a bench looking at the effigy sculpted of their mother.

It was made of crystal, clear in some places, frosted in others. The effect was stunning when the light came in from the windows placed just right to allow the sunrays entrance in to the shrine.

He had watched her wander from likeness to likeness, as she had studied each holo in detail. He knew what she was looking for, he had done the same thing, wondering if they would see a sign of their father, to see his face behind the mask before it was scarred and twisted. There was nothing familiar in any of the faces.

Han was watching the twins, showing them pictures of their grandmother, and playing with them to give Leia time with her thoughts.

Luke sat down beside her and asked,

"Well, what do you think?" He softly asked, not wanting to break the reverence in the room.

"I am in awe of her, I had no idea of what she had done." She meekly responded

She stood up and walked him to a picture where she was standing with several other people, she pointed to a man and said simply,

"This is my Father."

Luke immediately knew she was referring to Bail Organa, and he leaned closer looking at the man's kind face, dark eyes twinkling as if he was harboring some private joke at the moment.

"I should have known they knew each other, it did not dawn on me until I saw this Holo hanging here."

They walked around some more and talked.

They discussed how the search was going, and Luke said he was not sure where else to go. He had some difficulty finding information on the rest of the family. It was as if they had disappeared from off the planet itself.

Leia stopped as she considered something that she should have realized ages ago.

"Padmé's last name was Naberrie, I had served with a Pooja Naberrie, could there be a connection?"

She mentioned to Luke and he thought about it. "It is a possibility; do you remember anything about her at all?"

"She was a good friend, and served on the Senate at the same time that I did. What happened to her after Palpatine dissolved the Senate I don't know. Perhaps we could make some inquires with the planets governing body. Maybe they would know what happened to the family?"

Luke seemed to ponder this for a moment, and nodded his head.

"I think this is more your arena that mine at the moment. Research is not my forte, perhaps your position in the leadership of the New Republic will help."

He paused for a moment, looking again at the Holo's of their mother.

"In the mean time, I suggest we get as much information from here as possible, something that will lead us to understand the life of our mother more."

Han came over to stand with them at that moment.

Leia reached out and Jacen flew into her arms giggling as he hugged his mother. Jaina stayed on her father shoulders, chewing on a fist, and hanging on to his hair.

"The little ones are getting restless, how about we work on this later, and get them down for a nap."

He looked closer at his wife, "I think you could use one too." He said,

"You have not had much rest lately, have you?"

"Let's see, taking care of twins, managing a new government, and keeping you in line. Nope I haven't had much rest at all."

Although they could hear the truth of her words, they saw the smile on her face. She seemed much more at peace than she had in a very long time.

As they left the small shrine, they did not notice a man in the back speaking softly into a com link, watching as they strolled out of the small building.



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Leia stood outside the Royal Naboo Palace Hall. She waited for her audience with the Queen and the wait was becoming tedious. She thought that a request from The Minister of State of the New Republic would grant her a swifter timelier meeting.

True she was not trying to use her power and authority to gain access but sometimes she had to admit it helped. She was dressed in simple clean lines of clothing, the fabrics draping in tradition dress of Alderaan.

She had not come prepared with appropriate attire, wishing to try to keep her visit low key. When she determined that she should try to get answers about Pooja’s whereabouts she needed to find something suitable wear. It had taken some time for her to find the right shop.

Most of the clothiers had beautiful elaborate fashions suitable for Naboo’s hierarchy, but it was not for her. At last, she had found a small merchant that traced her origins from Alderaan. The clothing designer used the elegant flowing lines of Alderaan’s hierarchy with the flare of the bright vivid colors of Naboo. Here she was able to find a dress that suited her and gave honor to her mother’s home planet as well. The price of the outfit was outrageous but Han, ever out to make a deal, bartered the price down to a level that suited them and still gave the seamstress a good profit.

Now she waited and the others were off trying to do what they could to aid in the search for the family. Luke was off g making inquiries at various facilities from libraries, news outlets, and other government sources.

Han, well he was doing what Han does best, mingling among the common people of the planet, hanging out at cantina’s and gaming halls collecting information from those willing to talk, and persuading those that don’t. If there was any rumors of what happened to the Naberrie family he would find them.

At last, summoned into the great Hall, she marveled at the vast ceilings that domed above her head. It seemed that when it came to royalty the people of Nabbo could not do anything simply, it all had to be grand and impressive from the smallest tile on the floor to the elaborate dress of the presiding ruler.

The Queen sat on the dais, her face painted in the familiar white, with red upper lip and dot on lower, black dots on her cheeks. Her dress was scarlet, her hair up on her head in a crown of tresses and velvet ties.

"Welcome, Minister Solo. I hope you will forgive us the delay in our meeting with you."

Leia nodded her head in acceptance.

"What is it you wish to ask of us?" The cool voice asked.

Leia smiled, "It is a personal matter, one that I hope you can help me with. I am trying to find a friend that I met when serving as a senator in the Galactic Senate, Pooja Naberrie."

"Senator Naberrie has not been seen since shortly after the dissolution of the Senate. She appeared to give the report of what Emperor Palpatine had declared and then she went to her home. After that the Naberrie family left the residence and has not been heard from."

Leia was startled at the news, but felt that something was missing from the statement. She tried for several more minutes to try to ascertain the whereabouts of her friend and her family to no avail. The Queen would not give any further information. She left the audience with the Queen with no further information than to know that her friend had made it planet side after the disbanding of the senate.

She met up with Han and Luke at their suite and spent time playing with her young children. Luke had only been able to discover that Padmé’s grandmother Ryoo Thule was murdered with in a year of their birth.

"Do you think the Emperor had anything to do with it?" Leia asked, but Han chimed in before Luke could answer.

"Of course he had something to do with it. When it comes to your family, when has he not?"

Luke nodded,"Ryoo was the overseer for Padmé’s funeral, if there had been any suspicion on the part of Emperor Palpatine about our birth he would have questioned her about it."

"What about Vader?" Leia asked.

"Well with what we know, I am sure the Emperor kept the information secret from him. After all Anakin’s weakness was his love for his family. If he knew about us he would have become harder for the Emperor to control." Luke responded

Han piped in, "From what I can tell the general population loved the Naberrie family. They had been in the political limelight for many years and that devotion extended both to Padmé and Pooja. There is an undercurrent of speculation that some conspiracy has murdered the entire family, some think that they just left the planet, some think they just got tired of the limelight and decided to become part of the population."

"What is your feeling about that Han? What do you think the truth might be in all of this? There is something obviously secretive about the whole thing with how the Queen treated Leia today, it was much too unusual." Luke asked.

Han just looked at his wife and friend, "I don’t know, I just know our next step is to go to where the family was last seen."

"Where is that?" Luke and Leia both simultaneously asked.

"The Lake country, we need to go to where they called Home."

We Will Never Forget

Title: We Will Never Forget
Author(s):Araxie
Timeframe:Sometime before ROS
Characters:Bail and Bhera Organa
Genre:Vignette, drama
Keywords:Bail and Bhera Organa
Summary:Bail and Bhera suffer the loss of a baby.
Notes: Bhera suffers a miscarriage, and in the process nearly dies. Bail ponders the events that have happened.

disclaimer: I can thank George for creating these characters. I have been interested in them from the first time Leia mentions her father in ANH. I have no connection to the SW universe or these characters, they are his alone.
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Bail sat in a small chair, his head in his hands too numb with grief and worry he could not even shed a tear.

They would come later. His wife was lying still in a bed, surrounded by equipment monitoring every conceivable life system.

The only comfort was the steady beat of her heart as it pumped her lifeblood throughout her weakened body. It was not too long ago that she was loosing so much that he thought she was going to leave him forever.

The memory of seeing the amount of hemorrhage and the rush of the medics to control the situation caused him to tremble all over again. He did not even want to consider what he would do without her presence by his side.

He reached over and took a pale hand in his, smoothing her long fingers into his palm. It was something he often did when they lay side beside at night talking about the days events. He loved her graceful fingers and how they moved when she talked, loved how they would run through his hair when he would kiss her until they were oblivious to all else around them.

"Come back to me, my love, come back to me." He whispered, as he kissed the limp fingers, trying to will his strength into her.

At the same time he was afraid she would wake too soon. He did not want to tell her the news that would devastate her far more than it had him.

"There will be no more children."

The stark words had come from the mouth of a respected healer. We have to do the procedure to save her life.

Bail had been holding the body of their stillborn baby daughter, when the words had come.

He had been roughly pushed aside as he was consoling Breha with her distress and sorrow over the loss of the little one.

A disaster had struck, that would forever change their dreams.

At first, she started to complain about feeling dizzy and faint, but he thought it was because of her anguish cries. When one of the med droids checked her bleeding, everything else happened much to fast.

Shots, blood replacement, clotting factors, everything thing that they could think of to stabilize her system was tried. The bleeding did not stop; he could feel her slipping from him into the force. He had never been so afraid of anything in his life, not even the rise of the Supreme Chancellor scared him like this.

Before he knew it and with a very quiet whispered consent she was whisked into a surgical suite and that part of her that had carried and nourished this small child was removed.

It hardly seemed fair that such a wonderful woman would not have the blessing of bearing a live child in her life. How could he tell her, how could he not?

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He remembered that day, full of excitement she had tried to get his attention.

He had been working on a very sticky set of legislation when she interrupted his meeting. He should have had a clue because she never did that, as he had always left her alone during her duties as Queen of Alderaan.

"Bail, I need to talk to you." She stated as she came into the room. He tried to put it off, but she persisted and with a sigh, he finally went with her into the small private anteroom.
Later he was told that his delighted yells were heard throughout the palace. He was sure the stories were somewhat exaggerated.


For months, they planned for the arrival of the baby. Working on the nursery next to their bedroom, supplying it with the best credits could offer. They bought clothes, books, toys, and bedding, anything they could think of to raise a child in comfort. In the end, there would be no baby to bring home. There would only be empty hearts and souls, and a cradle without the cries of a newborn to wake them at night.

During his ponderings, he felt a slight squeeze on his hand and his heart leaped with hope. He looked into the beautiful eyes of his wife, with tears in her eyes, she said

"It is alright my love, we will have a child, and she will be a blessing to the galaxy."

"Sweetheart", he tried to speak but she stopped him with a serene look beneath her pain,

"I have seen her, she will come at a time we will not expect it, but she will come. She will come through means we will not completely understand. She will be a light to those around her. She will be our daughter in every way that counts. I have seen her in a dream."

He was not sure he understood everything she told him.

"In time I will start looking into adopting a daughter, but first we need to get you well and bury this child we lost today."

Tears came to her eyes, "What she we name this loved, lost daughter of ours?" She asked

He looked at his wife and simply said. "Nadya, our hope."