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ataraxionlogs2015-04-16 03:22 pm
borntorebel) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-04-16 03:22 pm
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[Open] This Was Your Choice
CHARACTERS: Leia Organa and Various
LOCATION: Lockers, the Gardens, Comms and other places on the ship
WARNINGS: Princesses swearing
SUMMARY: Leia gets some surprises, some good, some bad.
NOTES: Luke's gone, and this is set after the jump.
Lockers - after the jump
Instead of going to hand out the flower crowns as Leia normally did every jump with her dear friend Lúthien, she spent time with her father near his locker, talking. Somehow, talking about home had become harder and easier the more she did it. But the discussion left her feeling more melancholy than interested in trying to be genial and welcoming. Her attitude wasn't helped much by the loss of her twin, a loss that was much more palpable than that of Han Solo so many jumps before.
So, she headed to her own locker, intent on getting the crowns to hand to Lúthien before going for a swim. However, there was something wrong. Behind the dull, ugly jumpsuit that she kept in the back of her locker there was a flash of something metallic. Shoving the icy queasiness down, Leia pushed the jumpsuit to reveal a familiar outfit, replete with the damnable jewelry and the boots on the bottom of her locker. However, before she can shut (slam really) the door, the light reflects from a large glass jar on the shelf where the flowers should be.
And inside the jar is sand. And a tiny, eyeless, gaping-mouthed flesh eating worm. A sarlacc. Just for her.
"WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS FUNNY?"
Gardens
After the lovely surprise in her locker, Leia's footsteps couldn't take her fast enough to the only place on the whole kriffing ship that made her feel steady, the Oxygen Gardens. But instead of heading to the stream near Lúthien and Galadriel's flets, she went to the second floor and sat in a relatively unused corner.
Her mind was a jumble of thoughts about Tatooine, Han, Luke, and him, Jabba the Hutt. The fact that she had killed the disgusting crime lord before she and Luke allowed his pleasure barge to fall into the sarlacc pit wasn't really a comfort at that point. She missed her brother. She missed Han. She missed everyone back home and having that humiliation shoved in her face after two relatively decent jumps (aside from the killer hounds before the jump) was too much.
But before she could fall too far into the pit of self-pity, a strangely familiar string of chirps and whistles caught her attention. She followed the sounds until she spotted a little droid with a blue dome, rocking back and forth as it tried to free itself from the vines of nearby plants. With no effort, Leia smiled and ran over, pulling the vines off before hugging the astromech droid. "Artoo! I'm so glad to see you."
Comms
A few days after finding R2D2 and cleaning him from the debris and making sure he wasn't damaged, Leia decided to bring him down to Comms. First, she wanted to show him off to the people she worked with. Maybe Skye or Darcy would find him interesting (and not take him apart!). And secondly, she was pretty sure that her father could tell her what the parts of Artoo's memory banks she couldn't access were for. Since he'd had possession of the droid as part of the Tantive IV.
Anywhere else
Feel free to spot Leia and R2D2 anywhere on the ship, since the little droid is now attached to the hip with her when she's not sleeping.
LOCATION: Lockers, the Gardens, Comms and other places on the ship
WARNINGS: Princesses swearing
SUMMARY: Leia gets some surprises, some good, some bad.
NOTES: Luke's gone, and this is set after the jump.
Lockers - after the jump
Instead of going to hand out the flower crowns as Leia normally did every jump with her dear friend Lúthien, she spent time with her father near his locker, talking. Somehow, talking about home had become harder and easier the more she did it. But the discussion left her feeling more melancholy than interested in trying to be genial and welcoming. Her attitude wasn't helped much by the loss of her twin, a loss that was much more palpable than that of Han Solo so many jumps before.
So, she headed to her own locker, intent on getting the crowns to hand to Lúthien before going for a swim. However, there was something wrong. Behind the dull, ugly jumpsuit that she kept in the back of her locker there was a flash of something metallic. Shoving the icy queasiness down, Leia pushed the jumpsuit to reveal a familiar outfit, replete with the damnable jewelry and the boots on the bottom of her locker. However, before she can shut (slam really) the door, the light reflects from a large glass jar on the shelf where the flowers should be.
And inside the jar is sand. And a tiny, eyeless, gaping-mouthed flesh eating worm. A sarlacc. Just for her.
"WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS FUNNY?"
Gardens
After the lovely surprise in her locker, Leia's footsteps couldn't take her fast enough to the only place on the whole kriffing ship that made her feel steady, the Oxygen Gardens. But instead of heading to the stream near Lúthien and Galadriel's flets, she went to the second floor and sat in a relatively unused corner.
Her mind was a jumble of thoughts about Tatooine, Han, Luke, and him, Jabba the Hutt. The fact that she had killed the disgusting crime lord before she and Luke allowed his pleasure barge to fall into the sarlacc pit wasn't really a comfort at that point. She missed her brother. She missed Han. She missed everyone back home and having that humiliation shoved in her face after two relatively decent jumps (aside from the killer hounds before the jump) was too much.
But before she could fall too far into the pit of self-pity, a strangely familiar string of chirps and whistles caught her attention. She followed the sounds until she spotted a little droid with a blue dome, rocking back and forth as it tried to free itself from the vines of nearby plants. With no effort, Leia smiled and ran over, pulling the vines off before hugging the astromech droid. "Artoo! I'm so glad to see you."
Comms
A few days after finding R2D2 and cleaning him from the debris and making sure he wasn't damaged, Leia decided to bring him down to Comms. First, she wanted to show him off to the people she worked with. Maybe Skye or Darcy would find him interesting (and not take him apart!). And secondly, she was pretty sure that her father could tell her what the parts of Artoo's memory banks she couldn't access were for. Since he'd had possession of the droid as part of the Tantive IV.
Anywhere else
Feel free to spot Leia and R2D2 anywhere on the ship, since the little droid is now attached to the hip with her when she's not sleeping.
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And, well, she owes him at least that much in return.
"Welcome to the Tranquility, Han. It's not in our galaxy. There's no Emprie or Rebellion here. And even if you think it's the first time you've been here, you'd be wrong."
The mention of a kiss ends the desire to be nice and she steadies her hold on the blaster.
"I might be more open to kissing you, if you hadn't insulted my father and brother while you were here for two years before and then proceeded to hit on my birth mother while I..." She locks her jaw to keep her voice level. This is the most humiliating conversation she's had to have in her entire life. "While I tried for weeks to get you to talk to me. So forgive me if I'm less than pleased to see you."
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"The Tranquility, huh?" His brows furrow and he crosses his arms. "That sure as hell is not a fitting name at all. And what the hell do you mean by that? This is the first time I've been here, I would sure as hell remember waking up in goo if I had done it before!"
There is an edge to his voice, one that is nearly anger.
Then Leia keeps speaking and that anger turns inwards. He did what now? That wasn't-- He wouldn't--
Confusion paints itself clear on his face. "Now wait a second, I have done none of that. I would never even dream of-- your birth mother? Really?" His voice is laden with disbelief and the strange hope that this was all some weird, goo induced hallucination. "Are you sure that was me? I mean, I can be pretty terrible, but that--"
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She didn't have to mention that neither of them were lucky in this instance.
She steels herself against the intense desire to help him. It's obvious that he has no clue of the things that happened before. Holding them against him doesn't seem fair at all, but she can't get past the way he shunned her, even when she'd taken to practically begging him to see her.
It had taken months, but her pride is firmly back in place, ready to protect her heart from being broken once more.
"I assure you that I can tell the difference between the man I risked everything for to save from being a decoration from one of the most repulsive creatures in the galaxy and someone else. As much as I would like to forget it, it seems to stay in the front of my mind, Han."
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Not kind of, actually, just straight up terrifying because Han really, really doesn't like not knowing how things work and this? This is sure as hell something that he cannot quite wrap his head around. The fact that he has felt somewhat off since waking up covered in goo might also have something to do with it. But that, he knows, is something that needs to wait for another time.
There is a wince at her words, or perhaps it is more her resolve. Han knows Leia, knows what she is capable of and this? This is not going to be an easy fix. Not that he would expect that, if he did what she is claiming he did. It doesn't seem at all probably, but then again, neither does anything else.
"I mean, that's not-- Leia, c'mon, you have to joking. I wouldn't--" He knows she isn't joking, this isn't a thing to joke about. He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I am pretty terrible but... maybe it was a clone?"
Yeah. Sure. Right.
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The fact that he'd carried her to the showers, concealing her nude form from the rest of the ship, and then explained this all to her had been a small relief at the time. She was completely happy to have some sort of semblance of normalcy, until things had turned sideways with him.
She doesn't fail to notice the wince, and sort of takes a bit pleasure in it. Although she immediately feels ashamed of that pettiness as well.
But when he tries to give her a lame excuse she rolls her eyes and holsters her blaster.
"No. It was you. Sadly."