Luke let loose a sudden, shaky breath, his heart stuttering in his rib cage and his gut clenching painfully. He stopped in his tracks to catch his breath, his palm sweaty on his blaster hilt. Chilling cold seeped through his veins and into his very being, darkness stinging at his mind and making him light-headed. He vaguely heard Padmé's footsteps stop behind him and Artoo's whistle of concern.

    "Luke?" Padmé asked, her hand quickly resting on the boy's shoulder and her eyes dilated in sudden fear.

    Luke smiled weakly at her, taking one last deep breath before leaning against the wall. "The dark side. It's strong here." Luke paused, swallowing tightly down his dry throat. "That means Vader can't be too far."

    "We'll worry about that later. For now we need to find Han and Leia," Padmé said, her tone firm yet anxious.

    Luke was about to concur with an affirmative when faint voices began to emit from down the hall. Both mother and son tensed in unison and darted towards the corner of the deserted corridor, Luke with his blaster primed and Padmé with her vibroblade clenched tightly.

    Artoo must've seen who was coming as he rolled over to Luke and Padmé, beeping in elaborate excitement. Luke sent down a glare at the astromech and Artoo instantly silenced, only feebly whistling at the scolding from his master. Luke hated getting mad at his droid, but when he needed to, he knew Artoo would listen.

    A few tense moments passed by as the voices got louder, this time the sound of heavily marching footsteps audible from their hiding place. Luke stiffened, risking a peek and gasping silently when he caught sight of the group. However, the sound barely left his throat before he was suddenly jerked back, a hand across his mouth that gave him no time to react as he was whirled around to look into frantic brown eyes.

    Padmé had one finger raised to her lips as she glared at her son, silently telling him not to make a sound, much similar to Luke's reprimanding of Artoo. Despite their mission being to rescue Han, Leia, and Chewie, they had to do it with stealth and precision. Running into it headlong was bound to get them both killed.

    Luke squirmed a bit when Padmé didn't let him go and she sighed, allowing him to briefly turn back again. As soon as he did, his blue eyes lit up with worry. A man in thick Mandalorian armor marched at the front of the group followed by two guards and a antigrav carbonite block hovering a few feet from the floor. The young Jedi boy immediately recognized the Mandalorian as the notorious bounty hunter Boba Fett, the one specific man, along with many others, who was out for Han's plentiful bounty. It didn't take long for both Luke and Padmé to finally realize exactly why they were lugging around a carbonite block.

    It took all of Luke's willpower not to sob at the sight of Han's face permanently etched in a scream, the cold gray metal encasing his body perfectly. Leia and Chewie were walking solemnly behind the slab of metal, a man Luke didn't recognize trailing behind them. Both Leia and Chewie had binders on their wrists and neither one of them had taken their eyes off of Han as they had been marching forward.

    Luke wanted desperately to look longer, to move forward and take out all the guards with the youthfully naive belief of invincibility he thought he now had, but he was again being pulled backwards and further into the shadows, away from the group.

    "We have to find an alternative way to get them without being seen. Despite what capabilities you think you have, your training is still lacking. Two of us against all of them is not a fair fight." Luke began to protest but Padmé held up a hand, watching cautiously over the boy's shoulder as the group began to disappear into the next hall. "Two of your friends are in binders and the other is in carbonite. I assume they will be taking them onto a ship. If we can get to the docking bay before them we can probably stop them before they go off planet."

    Luke bit his lip, thinking. "I suppose. But the way they were going, that was the complete opposite direction of the docking bay. We did just leave it after all."

    Padmé blinked, noting that her son was right. She had been too stunned to see Leia, that was all. Her beautiful daughter, all grown into a fine young woman and physically resembling her mother in an almost uncanny way. To see her in binders, her brown eyes completely devastated and devoid of hope...that had broken Padmé's heart into pieces.

    "Where else would they take them?" Padmé whispered, her words tense as her imagination ran wild with morbid possibilities. If Vader really was on the planet...Force only knew what he had planned.

    Luke moved his shoulders to shrug helplessly when a blaster bolt whizzed past his face and barely missed his cheek, the plasma exploding wildly and taking a chunk out of the wall behind him. Both Luke and Padmé dropped to the ground, a shout of, "There they are!" following more shots that echoed deafeningly through the hallway.

    Padmé whisked out her vibroblade and deflected a shot aimed at her, scowling deeply. Luke followed her lead and fired his blaster at the guards, providing offense while she worked on the defensive. Chaos blossomed and troopers piled in, whisking the confused prisoners into another hallway. Once Leia caught sight of Luke however, her confusion melted away and her fear soared. She had already lost Han. She wouldn't lose Luke too.

    The man with his hands around her held her tightly but she fought him, screaming until she was sure she had gone hoarse, "Luke! Luke don't, it's a trap! It's a trap!"

    Another hard yank and she was pulled behind the closing metal door, a heavy backhand on her cheek making her stumble back in pain and shock. Furry arms caught her awkwardly because of the binders around the wrists and she looked up and behind her to see a very concerned Chewbacca.

    "This way scum," One of the troopers snarled, beginning the march once again and allowing Fett to take one last shot out at the Jedi before he rejoined the group.

    As the door closed behind them, Luke cried out and darted after the group, Padmé yelling as she struggled to keep up with his speeding pace. The boy's small fists pounded frantically on the door as he searched for some way to get inside.

    "Artoo, see if you can get this door open," Luke begged, his skin pale and sweaty as he thought about what the Empire was going to do to his friends...what they had already done to his friends.

    "Luke, we can't rush into this. We don't have a lot of time—"

    "I can't leave them again Padmé. I can't." Luke whirled on her, his eyes leaking with salty tears. "You said you knew Vader. Maybe...maybe we can use that to our advantage."

    "Or our disadvantage," Padmé said darkly. "Sweetheart, this is very dangerous, you must know that." She sighed at the look he flashed her. "But that doesn't mean I won't be with you every step of the way. I promised to help you and I never go back on my word."

    Luke smiled brightly. "Thank you. You won't regret it, I promise."

    "I hope I don't." She laughed lightly, ruffling his hair.

    Artoo suddenly beeped in pride as the door slid open, the interior dark and lacking the group that had previously disappeared into it. Silently, Luke and Padmé strolled in together, struggling to see in the dimness. Artoo remained behind, beeping dazedly and his ocular lens flashing red in apprehension.

    Padmé instantly felt Anakin's presence and halted, looking back at the cautious Artoo and then forward after her determined son. As he continued to move obliviously through the pipes scattered through the room, his curiosity grew and drew his feet down another corridor. Steam began to fill the area, impairing both Luke and Padmé's vision.

    "Artoo," Padmé whispered, catching the astromech's attention. "You stay out here just in case. If you see Leia and Chewie, help them get to a ship to escape." She pulled a commlink from her belt and held it out to the droid, finally able to turn it on for the first time in years. While living on Dagobah, she had never really known if she would ever be able to use it again, but it was a nice reminder of the almost carefree life she had lived in the past. Now it could be the only thing that could save her and her son's lives. "Scan the frequency and comm me if you find them. If I don't answer...assume something's happened and try your best to come get Luke...not me, do you understand? Luke is your priority."

    Artoo whistled mournfully but did as he was told, storing the commlink frequency into his memory banks and wheeling off, the door sliding shut behind him. Padmé sighed and put the device back in her belt. She made sure her hood was low again and turned to trail after Luke, knowing deep down that something was bound to go wrong.

    If Vader recognized her...

    "Padmé! Come on!" Luke shouted in a hushed tone, coming from around the corner and gesturing frantically. "I think this is the carbon freezing chamber where they...froze Han. We must be close."

    Padmé nodded and hoped Luke was right, this would just be a simple rescue mission...nothing more...nothing less...

    Khooh-hiss

    Luke's eyes went wide in terror as he realized that they weren't alone in the chamber. He gripped his blaster tighter and turned to face the dark silhouette outlined by the orange and blue lights in the room.

    But Padmé only had one thought as she pushed her shaking son behind her and kept her head lowered, her mental shields stronger than she had ever had them, the power draining her rapidly but not causing her to back down.

    Vader's ocular lenses were solely centered on Luke, but it was only a matter of time before the Sith realized who his companion was.

    How angry would he be when he realized he had been lied to for 22 years?  He already seemed angry enough after discovering that his son was alive, much less his beloved wife.

    Despite it all, Padmé only had one thought on her mind, suddenly a 14-year old girl again and staring down a little boy in a spare parts shop on Tatooine.

    'Ani.'

***

Leia tried to keep her temper in check as they moved into another hallway and went back towards the path they had originally been heading, their moving through the carbon chamber once again obviously a ploy to get Luke and to fall directly into Vader's trap. Her mind was spinning with worry and fury, her fists clenched inside the binders that were rubbing raw at her wrists and her thoughts solely focused on Han and Luke.

     Chewbacca consistently looked over at her, radiating his own concern and determined to protect her like he had promised Han. The Wookiee still had Threepio slung on his back, but the droid was finally smart enough to not talk during the moment of intense silence. The only sound that anyone heard was the heavy footsteps of their group marching forward and the clanking of the several weapons and instruments banging against Boba's armor.

     Leia's legs were just starting to protest being used for so long when they stopped at an intersection, Fett turning on his heel and staring at Lando. "I'll take Solo to my ship from here. You continue to take the prisoners to Vader's shuttle like planned."

     "Of course," Lando said dryly, knowing the plan already and hoping that his own plan would work now that the intimidating bounty hunter was leaving.

     Boba stared at Lando for a few more moments, almost seeming suspicious before he nodded and took the carbonite block with him down an opposite hall. Leia's heart began to beat faster against her rib cage as Han disappeared from her sight. She needed to run to him, free him from that infernal metal, remove Fett's helmet and knock the Mandalorian unconscious with it as she spat down at him for daring to hurt her friends...

     "Move." A voice hissed in her ear, that same stormtrooper who had consistently been bullying her behind her and shoving her forward. She clenched her teeth together roughly, not for the first time cursing her petite figure. Only men would see her as a worthless young princess who could so easily be pushed around.

     She moved without protest, not in the mood to fight against one annoying trooper. Her mind raced as they continued to march, getting closer and closer to Vader's shuttle. There had to be some way to escape. Get to Han, to Luke, someone. If she had a commlink she could probably contact the rebel fleet and inform them of the situation.

     They would definitely send loads of soldiers when they heard a member of the Alliance's high council, the destroyers of the Death Star, and the galaxy's last Jedi were at risk of being captured by the Empire.

     At least she hoped they would send someone.

     The Alderaanian princess got so lost in thought that she was shocked to suddenly feel her binders being removed from her hands. She looked up incredulously and saw all of the Bespin guards aiming their weapons at the stunned troopers, all of their arms raised in their quick surrender.

     Leia blinked and then startled back when one of Calrissian's aides, Lobot, calmly handed her one of the stormtroopers' blasters. It was heavy in her arms, yet she held it determinedly, suddenly hopeful about escaping.

     "Well done. Hold them in the security tower and keep it quiet. Move." Lando instructed his guards, the loyal men ushering the troopers away as quickly as they could. Leia stared at the man, fuming. Did he think he could just pull a stunt like this and be forgiven for his betrayal?

     She marched up to him as he began to undo Chewbacca's binders, her glare steely and her chin raised to look at him properly. "What do you think you're doing?"

     Lando raised an eyebrow at her as if the answer was obvious. "We're getting you out of here."

"I knew all along it had to be a mistake." Threepio quipped, finally brave enough to speak up again.

     Leia scoffed in disbelief, looking at Chewie to give him the permission he was seeking from her. As soon as Lando unclasped the locked binders, massive hairy paws wrapped around his throat, closing off his airway. He gasped, reaching his hands up instinctively and making grotesque gagging noises as he tried to breathe. Pulling on the paws did no good however, Chewie's strength far surpassing that of a human.

     "Do you think that after what you did to Han we're going to trust you? And you let Luke and whoever was with him straight into Vader's hands! We trusted you!"

     "I had no choice..." Lando wheezed, his lips turning a dark shade of blue under Chewie's increasingly tightening grip. Chewie growled deeply, bearing his fangs at the small human and barking in his own anger.

     There was only one protester to the violence however, which was no surprise given whom it came from.  "What are you doing? Trust him, trust him!" The tinny, accented voice of Threepio came from behind the Wookiee, the protocol droid trying to turn his head to see better.

     Leia ignored him, still centering her glare on Lando and imagining her hands in place of Chewie's. In her mind she was pinching his trachea closed and she startled back when Lando seemed to still for a moment, his eyes wide. She shook her head and focused on yelling at him again, "Oh, so we understand, don't we Chewie? He had no choice."

     "I'm just trying to help..." Lando gasped, his words becoming weaker.

     "We don't need any of your help." Leia snapped, thinking about how they should take the man as a prisoner for the Alliance.

     Her morbid ideas dissolved away when Lando began making a strange noise, obviously a syllable he was trying to form. "H-a-a-a..."

     "What?" Leia asked, her tone sharp as she briefly forgot the man was struggling to breathe and speak at the same time. He was probably also panicking, unsure if the princess would actually let the Wookiee kill him right there.

     "It sounds like Han." Threepio suggested, actually catching Leia's attention this time.

     "T-there's still a chance...to s-save Han...I mean, at the east...platform with Fett..." Lando wheezed, finally starting to go limp from lack of oxygen.

     "Chewie." Leia commanded, Chewbacca immediately letting go as Lando collapsed at his feet, the man gasping in large gulps of air and holding his hand against his chest as he struggled to get his deprived lungs to work again.

     Leia kneeled beside Lando and held his chin up so his eyes would meet hers. He stared at her in fear, something that strangely gave her a powerful feeling. "Take us to Han. Then we go after Luke."

     Lando nodded weakly, grateful as Leia dropped his chin and rose to her feet, the stormtrooper's blaster held tight in her free hand. Lando's head dropped to his chest and he let the relief of being alive course through him before he shakily rose to his feet.

     "I'm terribly sorry about all this. After all, he's only a Wookiee." Threepio quipped, not sounding very sorry and making Lando roll his eyes. After all he had done to try and redeem his mistake, the princess had still wanted him dead. No wonder Han had been so possessive of her. Her feisty, dangerous attitude definitely kept the smuggler on his toes.

      Chewie tossed his head back in a howl and handed Lando one of the extra blasters. Lando looked up gratefully at both Chewbacca and Leia and sighed deeply. "Alright, we have no time to lose. It won't be long before someone's realized what's happened."

     Leia nodded and followed Lando's lead with Chewie in her rear, her mind screaming obscenities at her for trusting a man who had already betrayed her once. However, that bad feeling she had originally had when they had first landed on Bespin was no longer present, only a constant numbing concern over Luke, Han, and...and...there was someone else she was worried about, but she couldn't exactly pinpoint who it was. Her brow furrowed in confusion and she faltered her step for only a moment before lengthening her stride to keep up with Calrissian's longer legs.

     Her mission right now was Han. She knew Luke could take care of himself...hopefully.

     "This way." Lando called over his shoulder, leading them down a corridor. They were only halfway down it when wild beeping startled them all, a familiar droid wheeling forward and whistling frantically.

     "Artoo! Artoo! Where have you been?" Threepio scolded, constantly bickering with his astromech companion.

     Leia rolled her eyes but couldn't help another spike of worry at seeing Artoo. He was Luke's droid and never left the boy's side. If he was alone and aimlessly wandering through Cloud City, then that meant Luke and the droid had been separated. Either that or Luke told the droid to go find the others, but she sincerely doubted it.

     A shiver ran down her shoulder and she imagined Luke in the carbon chamber, so similar to Han except panicking much more, his azure eyes blown wide and terrified as Vader stood high above him and flicked the switch to send him into a frozen slumber.

     "Lando." Leia grabbed the man and turned him to her, her expression desperate. "Is there any way we can get to the platform faster? Any way at all?"

     "Princess, this is the fastest route—" Lando paused at Leia's pleading brown eyes, the expression no way the same woman who had threatened to murder him only minutes before. He bit his lip and thought deeply about the schematics of the city. The east landing platform...it was far but this was the quickest way he knew...unless... "There might be a way."

     Leia brightened and then nodded firmly, darting after the man as he led the group once again, this time down another corridor. This one was much narrower and deserted, Chewie and the bickering droids somehow struggling to keep up with the sprinting humans.

     They turned a few more corners and passed no one, either a good or a bad sign. Threepio's conversation with Artoo continued to drive everyone crazy, but it didn't take long for them to reach a large bay door with a release pad on the side.

     Lando moved toward it and palmed the large door open as quickly as he could, the metal sliding upward to reveal Boba still loading Han onto his ship. He whirled in shock to see the rebels and instantly raised his blaster to fire. Leia jumped out of the way of the first bolt and fired as well, smirking darkly as the plasma hit Fett's right leg.

     Said limb gave out underneath him and he stumbled, snarling beneath his mask at the woman. Lando fired as well but did not have as accurate a hit as Leia had. The bolt ricocheted off the ship and on the ground, exploding as it did so. Boba fired at the group again and began to push Han quicker into his ship.

     "Chewie, aim for the engines!" Leia screamed, rolling and firing again at the bounty hunter as he struggled to climb into his ship. He may have been notorious for his survival skills, but he had been taken by surprise and ambushed by a very angry Leia Organa. His confidence was ultimately his weakness.

     Chewbacca didn't waste a moment pulling the trigger multiple times, the bolts exploding perfectly on the engine of the ship. The sound of a dying hyperdrive and basic stabilizers that allowed the ship to fly echoed through the platform, a string of curses flowing from Fett as the ship died before him. He whirled around on the ramp of his ship and fired some more, the group having to maneuver quickly to avoid the hunter's deadly accurate aim.

     After a few moments of intense fire, Boba whirled back inside his ship and fumbled with his comm, alerting anyone he could to the rebels trying to take his bounty away from him. He had been hunting Solo for quite some time and there was no way he was going to lose Jabba's generous amount of credits to some princess. His father was bound to be shaking his head at him from his grave. Boba Fett did not fail his missions and he would not fail this one.

     More blaster fire sounded from outside the ship and he peeked out to see several stormtroopers rushing out to confront the rebels, an astromech whizzing determinedly to shut the door on the troopers. Based on what Boba had taken from the stormtroopers, they weren't as efficient as the clones had been during the Clone Wars and would be overrun given a matter of time.

     Impatiently, he banged against his ship's controls, trying to get something to work. That blasted Wookiee had taken out his engines and his basic controls...

     He looked back at the suspended carbonite block behind him and took a deep breath. He gripped his blaster firmly and walked outside the ship only to see the last trooper being blasted away by Calrissian. Kriffing traitor. Just couldn't pick his loyalties. Although, Boba wasn't all that surprised.

     Leia was the first to notice that Fett had left the ship and she glared at him, her eyes murderous. "Give him to us and the Alliance can compensate you for the bounty. The Empire is not someone you want to be working for. This can be very simple Fett." She stated, her blaster aimed at his head never wavering.

     Boba scoffed in amusement, unbelieving that the princess actually thought he would aid the Alliance. He didn't even aid the Empire, he just happened to see a large sum of money available and went with whatever he was told to do. It was a job, that was all. He had no alliances to anyone except himself. He had learned that several times as a boy.

     Besides, the Alliance's goal was to restore the Old Republic, a government system which perceived bounty hunter's like himself as criminals. In all fairness, so did the Empire, but everyone became desperate in times of war.

     "The Alliance would be bankrupt if they offered even a credit more than what Jabba's offering. The Hutt wants him badly sweetheart and you're preventing me from providing. Besides, Solo looks better this way, don't you think?" Boba said casually, his blaster also aimed at the woman before him but no fear in her stance, only anger.

     "You kriffing—" Boba cocked his blaster, the sound stilling Leia only for a millisecond.

     "Fett, you have three blasters aimed at you. You're outnumbered and cornered," Lando said, his gaze firm yet still nervous.

     "You forget Calrissian, you all want to leave alive. You might shoot me, but not before I shoot this precious princess of yours," Fett said smugly, acting overconfident but not overestimating the rebels at all. They were good and determined, that they had already proved, and that made them dangerous opponents.

     Chewie roared in anger, stepping forward and getting a startled cry out of the protocol droid on his back. Tension was thick in the air as everyone wondered who would fire first.

     Boba simply thought on the backup he had called, hoping a few troopers could at least overrun an astromech on the other side of the door. His hope of leaving the planet with his prize and hopefully a bacta splint for his most likely bleeding leg suddenly increased right before he looked deeper into the Alderaanian princess's eyes.

     There was something in her expression...as if she was reading him...he had seen that before, but only in...Jedi!

     His finger pulled back on instinct, the image of his father being decapitated by a lavender-colored lightsaber flashing before his eyes just as Leia rolled out of the way, the blaster bolt exploding harmlessly against the wall behind her. Lando and Chewie startled at the sudden movement and fired at Fett, Lando's shot the one to hit the bounty hunter's other leg.

     Boba cried out and crashed to the ground, his helmet cracking and rolling off as he fell. He blinked blearily to stare into a blaster barrel, cold brown eyes staring down at him. "Move and I shoot," She said, not bluffing.

     The older man glared at her but remained still, watching as Calrissian and the Wookiee moved up the ramp to his ship and carried Solo out with them, the carbonite block hovering between the both of them.

     "You may win now, but Vader will come after you. And I assure you princess, he's much worse than me or Jabba." Boba threatened, wishing to skin the young girl before him alive. Jedi had killed his father...Jedi had ruined his life...

     "I'll take my chances." Leia spat before pulling back the trigger and watching the blue ray encompass the Mandalorian and send him into deep unconsciousness.

    She turned on her heel and flicked the setting on he blaster back to kill. Lando and Chewie stared at her in surprise, but didn't question her.

     "How much longer until more reinforcements arrive, do you think?" Leia asked Lando, not wanting to waste time with stun bolts only providing a temporary delay.

     "I'm not sure. But definitely not enough time to go after Skywalker. We've still got the Falcon, and my people said they fixed the hyperdrive. We unfreeze Han, get to the ship, and hopefully make it out before they can send too many ships after us. If you believe Luke can handle himself and if he has his own ship, than he should be fine, right?"

     Leia hesitated, looking up at Chewie and biting her lip. She knew Lando was right, but Luke had come all the way to Bespin to rescue them. For them to just leave him to his own devices to face Vader...

     "Chewie, you get Han out of the carbonite. Lando and I will keep guard until he's stable. Then we head towards the Falcon and contact the Rebels. If anything goes wrong, they can be here to help." Leia ordered.

     Chewie grumbled an affirmative and Lando nodded sadly, moving towards the door and watching as Leia yelled through the metal to get Artoo to open the door from the other side. Lando didn't know whoever Luke Skywalker was, but he did know that no one was a match for Darth Vader. He silently prayed for the small blonde kid he had briefly seen back in the corridors and hoped that Leia and Han could one day forgive him.

     The door slid open before them and revealed the empty corridor, stormtrooper bodies and blaster scorches the only thing in the stale white area. The astromech sat beeping on the side, his computer arm inputted into the door's controls. Leia moved to one side of the hallway and motioned for Lando to stand on the other end. They waited patiently as Chewie fussed with the carbonite's side control panel, the Wookiee growing frustrated until he finally found the correct buttons.

     A bright red light came from the platform and Leia and Lando both turned to see that Chewie had propped the block up horizontally against the wall and had his furry arms outstretched and ready to catch his cub. It didn't take long for the carbonite to melt away and for the Corellian to fall forward in dead weight, his eyes closed tight and his body glistening in sweat.

     "Chewie?" Leia asked nervously, trying not to notice how pale and unmoving Han was.

     Chewie growled out a response and Leia crumpled in relief. She tried to focus back on her guard duty but she was just too happy. It only took a second for Han to stir in Chewie's arms, his hazel eyes blinking blearily and attempting to focus on their surroundings.

     With Fett unconscious and their escape looking promising, the group allowed themselves a moment of gratefulness. At least until Han opened his mouth in a cry of panic. Everyone whirled around in confusion, watching Han's arms wheeling around as he fought against Chewbacca's hold, his eyes...blank.

     "Who are you? L-let me go! I...I can't see? W-Where's Leia?" Han cried, his voice raspy and his breathing quickly paced.

     "Oh my, Captain Solo seems to be plagued with carbon sickness." Threepio provided nervously, his words making the others stiffen.

     "G-Goldenrod?" Han questioned, his brow furrowed as he had obviously heard the droid speaking.

     "Just perfect." Leia muttered under her breath, her sudden hope dwindling away as fast as it had come.

      Their escape plan was going to be a lot more difficult than they originally thought.

***

A/N

Ok, I love writing badass Leia. This is 100% what she should've done in ESB, I don't care if it affects the rest of the story, it should've happened. Tell me you didn't enjoy her smugness as she stood over one of the galaxy's most notorious bounty hunter's and shot him point blank for taking Han from her. 

AHHH! I love Leia so much. I need to write in her POV a lot more and I think I will. 

SO! Before you ask, yes the big fight scene is next chapter and I have not even started working on it yet. Don't ask me to update, I'll work on it I promise! I just finished my summer driving classes and am going on vacation tmrw. The ride there will hopefully give me some writing time, but I also have a life despite popular belief. XD 

Maybe, a few days or so until Chapter 9, not sure, depends on my creativity flow at specific times. Besides that, I really enjoyed writing this chapter. And if you're confused with how I write Leia, I really head canon that she had a more dangerous lean towards the dark side than Luke did. She is Anakin's daughter and Luke is Padmé's son, end of story. So i like to write Leia in times of distress much like Anakin would react to losing people he loved (Shmi, Padmé, etc.) (Wow as I'm typing this the music from Anakin killing the tuskens  and shmi's death scene just came on my playlist. how ironic and strangely fitting XD)

But yeah, so hope you enjoyed. Like I said, this book will be shorter than my others but the chapters are much longer, this one almost 6K words.  0_o (my hands hurt)

kk, enough talking. love you all bye! 

*space kisses*

PS - the pic in the media was just a thing I made when I was bored and it resembles the cover of this book so I just went, 'eh, what the heck. they'll think it's cool even if i put a picture of a squirrel up there. XD' jk, jk, i love you guys. 

May the Force be with You, 

- lucky_ducky_123