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09 February 2010 @ 02:54 am
Fic: ‘Making a decision to be the hero.’  
Title: Making a decision to be the hero.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Sometime after RotJ.
Summary: Unexpected feelings arise when watching old footage.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q. or check this post for the definition).

Firstly, I have no idea if the depiction of Leia is correct; it’s been a very long time since I’ve watched the original trilogy.

This story was born of a spurt of an idea I had when looking at the most recent batch of Star Wars icons made by emiv - an icon of Padmé in her coffin was one of the first icons in a row, followed by the second and then the third was an icon of Leia and Leia seemed to be looking at the icon of Padmé. Of course, she could’ve been looking at what was in the second icon which was stormtroopers.

However, I wondered, after seeing those icons: what if Leia saw the footage of Padmé’s funeral and what might arise within if that occurred, what reaction might she have? I wrote this to find out.

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


Sitting before the screen, she watched the events unfold: the procession of people, the large creatures trundling slowly along. The camera focused on the coffin, briefly, and she saw the sombre-faced Nabooians lined behind those creatures, that coffin. The Queen and her Handmaidens were easily visible. Everyone had been there, watching the procession, the …

She didn’t know she was crying until she felt the tears against her lips; a hand rose and covered her mouth when she realised. It was twilight in the footage, dark and the clouds covered the sky, making it difficult to see the dying light of the setting sun. This former Queen, this Republican Senator who had fought the draconian measures of the Empire before it had become the Empire, had been well beloved by her people.

She knew the dry facts. She knew this woman had been Queen at the tender age of fourteen years, that she had defeated the Neimoidian Trade Federation and had broken, however briefly, the Great Peace of Naboo. She knew the people had tried to change the laws of the planet to keep her as their Queen and that she had become the Republican Senator of the Chommell Sector at the request of the then Queen. She knew her parents had been Ruwee and Jobal, that her sister had been Sola and she had had two nieces, Pooja and Ryoo. She knew that herself and Pooja had served side-by-side in the Imperial Senate. She knew, thanks to Pooja, that her father and mother had been secretly married on Naboo. Yet, these were all devoid of life. They were simply bits of data that she knew. She didn’t know what her favourite food had been. She didn’t know what had drawn her parents together.

Correction: her biological parents. The parents she had known were Bail and Breha Organa. She knew what had brought them together and what their favourite foods had been. She knew she was Leia Organa. She knew Luke Skywalker was her brother, newfound as that was. She knew Darth Vader, the man who had tortured her on the first Death Star, was her father. She knew who she was. She knew

Her chest tightened and she found it difficult to breathe. The tears fell harder and more freely. Her hand fell from her mouth to her lap. She had faced greater difficulties, bigger problems than watching a twenty, or so, year old funeral so why was this different? What made her feel this lost and alone when watching an entire planet mourn the loss of one of their most popular former Queens?

She knew the answer; it was very simple: because this was her mother. This was the woman who had given her life.

There was no sound on the recording and she turned it off. She couldn’t watch it again right now. With both hands, she wiped at the tears and with her palms, tried to dry her cheeks. She knew, also, what had prompted her reaction to the footage: fear. What if she became her father and not her mother whom an entire planet had loved? What if she became the monster and not the hero? What if …

The door slid open. It was time to be brave in front of the entire galaxy and not let her fear rule her, not let it control her actions. She knew what she had to do.

She had to be the hero, and not the monster.
kenobifan: Padme TPM beautifullealynnkenobi on February 8th, 2010 04:23 pm (UTC)
That was so beautiful.

The writing touched my heart deeply. I cried through the whole read.
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on February 8th, 2010 06:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you for commenting. I wasn't very certain about whether this story clicked together at all and I'm very glad that, for you, it did in such a beautiful way.
Armchair DM: Carson: No no no AIEEE!!armchairdm on February 9th, 2010 11:49 am (UTC)
This is.. incredibly touching.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on February 9th, 2010 12:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
EricaJean10: Han/Leia Never without youericajean10 on February 13th, 2010 01:12 am (UTC)
I really enjoyed reading this. This would be an emotional scene to watch if it ever was on screen. It was a way to finally connect the two, even if it was just a daughter watching an old footage of her mother's funeral.

Very good writing...
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on February 13th, 2010 02:20 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed reading this. This would be an emotional scene to watch if it ever was on screen. It was a way to finally connect the two, even if it was just a daughter watching an old footage of her mother's funeral.
I'm glad you enjoyed reading this as this was written due to a lot of what I've heard about Leia has had to do with her father and this was a good way to connect her to her mother.

Very good writing...
Thank you.