Home, Sweet Home
The celebration was wonderful with the friendly ewoks playing music on drums made of Imperial helmets. Rebels danced together, rejoicing in their success. Despite the recent loss of his father, Luke still somewhat participated in the celebrating at the insisting from his sister Leia. Han stood with her, his arms wrapped around her waist as they watched the others. "We finally did it," Han remarked, squeezing Leia's waist. she nodded, feeling ever so excited about the end of Lord Vader's reign. It was revenge, she thought, for what he did to Alderaan. The scale was set fair and even.
Coming from the hut where the Rebel leaders had been staying, Mon Mothma came bustling over in a haste, smiling eagerly from ear to ear. She looked distastefully at the dirty, unshaven men as they twirled the girls around. Then, she looked back to Leia as she approached, practically bursting with excitement. "May I help you?" Leia asked, frustrated. She should have known her and Han wouldn't have been able to get even a day of peace and quiet.
"Princess, it is only fitting I give you good news on such a day. Now, if you would come with me. To the docking bay."
Leia looked up at Han. "I guess I'd better go."
Han sighed, comically. "If you must."
Leia started down the path to where a few of their ships were kept, swinging both arms as she went. "When will I get her back?" Han asked, to which Mothma laughed like it was hysterical. "General Solo, a princess like her has far too many better things to do than waste time with a Corellian smuggler! Thank goodness the Hapans were more than willing to help," she cheered, already walking away to catch up with Leia.
Leia Organa stood in the Rebels' docking bay, watching as a crew prepared their X-Wings for take-off. Though she was excited to go settle down on Coruscant, she would miss the ewoks and their warm homes. Thinking of the ewoks, Leia smiled at a very recent memory. Following the destruction of the second Death Star, Logray had taken Han, Luke, Leia, and a few others to a certain hut where their chief made them honorary members of their tribe. Oh, how she would miss this place.
Mon Mothma, a Rebel Alliance leader who thought she was in charge of everything and everyone on the account that Bail Organa was dead, came back from checking with another departing crew. "Sorry about that, Princess. Busy times ahead!" she laughed. "Of course," Leia agreed, nodding.
"You see," Mothma began. "Just before we all saw Vader's Death Star explode, I received a call from one of our scouts. Drall Qware is his name. He was stationed near Delaya just when he saw something rather . . . peculiar."
"What was it?" Leia asked, wishing Mothma would just hurry up and get her point across.
"It was a planet."
Leia actually laughed. "The Core has been completely discovered. There are no more planets waiting to be found there!"
"Except for this one. And, it wasn't undiscovered until now. It was just lost. Leia, he saw this planet, so bold, bright, and beautiful, blue and green, so lovely it was. So, he went to discover. He landed on the planet to realize that . . . it was Alderaan.
Leia's mouth dropped open and hung there as Mothma simply smiled. "What a surprise, isn't it?"
"A-A-Alderaan?" Leia gasped.
Mothma nodded, happily. "Your father and mother have just arrived to bring you back home. Isn't this great?!"
"Of course it is," Leia agreed, barely finding the courage to speak. 'It's just, I've made so many friends in the Alliance."
"Ah, yes. Commander Skywalker, General Antilles, the pilot Dorivio Bold. You have made many friends, indeed, but you'll get to see your old Alderaanian friends! How splendid! Ah! Bail and Breha are right outside!" she burst when her commlink rang out. She hurried to the garage door with Leia hesitantly following. They waited for an officer to finish opening the door to see a speeder outside, just as His and Her Majesty Bail and Breha Organa stepped out.
They stood in front of the speeder to study Leia. She thought about what they might be thinking, how they might judge her roguish appearance. She was wearing a female officer's military camouflage outfit, dark pants, an undershirt, and a camouflaged shirt with baggy sleeves. Then, of course, there was the fully decked-out utility belt, bearing several mini blasters, a few larger, a couple detonators, and other weapons Han had given her for safekeeping. Too rogue, they'd think. Too tomboyish of her.
Bail stepped forward and spoke first. "Leia," he whispered her name, eyeing her down. "My sweet Lelila!" Both parents cried, rushing over to keep Leia stuck in an overwhelming hug. Leia didn't know what to say, much less do. She just let them hug her until they stepped back. "Leia," Breha laughed, putting her hands to her mouth.
"Father?" Leia asked, still unbelieving. "Mother? I, I don't understand. Alderaan was . . . The Death Star destroyed Alderaan," Leia tried to make herself understand, but couldn't. Bail and Breha looked to each other, exchanging confused looks. "What do yo mean?" Bail asked, reaching out to rest a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Lelila, we're fine. Alderaan is fine. Why would you think that?"
"Because," Leia shook her head. "Vader, he, he and Tarkin . . . they used the Death Star to destroy Alderaan. You're dead!"
"No, Leia!" they both laughed, hugging her again. "Leia, Leia, dear. Alderaan is fine. We are all okay. That was a different planet. Leia, we're all still alive," Bail explained. "Aren't you glad?"
"Of course I am! I was just confused." Leia jumped into her parents' arms, rejoicing in this revelation. Bail squeezed her shoulders, causing Leia to grimace in pain. He quickly jumped back, looking to her, cautiously. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"No, Daddy. It's okay. It's just that I was injured there." Leia rolled up her sleeve to show the bandaged wound to the Organas. Breha gasped loudly. "What happened?! That doesn't look good."
"I was shot there," she explained tersely. "It's nothing, really. I'm fine."
"Are you sure it's okay?" Breha asked, making a face at the bandaged wound. Leia nodded, dropping her sleeve. "Positive. It'll heal in time. By itself."
Breha nodded, looking away as Bail lead her forward. "Come, Lelila. It is time to go home."
"Home? What about my things-"
"You mean your weapons," Mon Mothma said. "And Rebel outfits."
"You won't need them," Bail said. "We left your room the way it was. You have plenty of clothing back home. Now, come," he insisted, taking her arm.
But, the combs, Leia thought, wanting to go back for her one travel pack.