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voice;

[jedimindtrick]

Leia, good evening. This is Obi-Wan Kenobi.

[ Of course it is. He doesn't need to identify himself, but you know what they say about old habits. His voice is quiet and even, almost softer than when they'd met before. ]

I was wondering if you would be interested in joining me in the gardens. It is short notice, I realize, so if you're otherwise occupied then we can certainly plan for another time.

[voice; action]

[imahologram]

I'd like that. [Her voice is warm.] I'll meet you on the upper level in about ten minutes?

[Not the lower level, with its exposed roots and room full of candles. That reminds her too much of memorials to the honoured dead, and it's not what she wants for a backdrop with an honoured dead friend.

Ten minutes later, Leia is there in that green spae, glancing around for a man she hardly knows yet already feels great fondness for.]

text;

[ex_forcechoke292]

[Long story short: Anakin's had a heart-to-heart that's left him more than a little bewildered. In multiple aspects. But knowing--or at the very least, positively assuming--the little than he and Obi-Wan have been able to piece together, he's not really sure he quite trusts his voice to not give him away right away.]

Not-senator Organa, I was curious whether you'd have some time to talk? Soon, preferably, though I would HATE to get in the way of whatever duties our illustrious captains have assigned.

[So far, text really isn't a better option; he's already too familiar without realizing it.]

[imahologram]

I'm sure I can find some time for you, General Skywalker. As fascinating as cleaning a ship is, I wouldn't mind a break.

Where would you like to meet?

[straightouttacarbonite]

[Life on the Moira is, as it turns out, not that much harder to get used to than your standard long-haul interstellar travel. The upside of a ridiculously oversized ship is that it's got a lot of space for a lot of stuff. The wastefulness of it gets on his nerves-- it's simple logic that they could go further between refueling and stopping for supplies if they were flying something smaller and lighter and devoting more resources to the journey than to the crew-- but since fixing that problem is a little beyond him, Han is content to enjoy the advantages of what is practically a traveling city.

Inspired by his alarmingly somber, ridiculously young roommate, who is an assistant barista, he comes bearing gifts-- some kind of elaborately flavored and sweetened caf, he can't remember what's in it but it seemed like Leia might like it-- and a cup for himself, so his hands are occupied. Which means he kicks the base of her door in lieu of knocking properly. She ought to be in, and even if it turns out her roommates are as well they can spend some time together.]

[imahologram]

[She is in, as it happens, though her roommates are conveniently off doing whatever it is they do elsewhere on the ship. It's a huge vessel. Who knows what Fiora and the girl are up to?

For her own part, Leia's studying a star chart she borrowed from navigation. When she hears a thump at the door, she rolls her eyes--she has a couple of guesses who that could be. Turns out, when she opens the door, that her first guess is the right one.]

Look what the wampa dragged in. [Said fondly, with a little smile, as she glances over the cups in his hands.] Doing more exploring?

voice;

[meyneth]

[So, Fiora's heard some things. Observed some things. Listened and read to some things.

And now... she's just got to ask.]

Hey, Leia. What's up? Are you busy?

[gotta start nice and easy.]

[imahologram]

[She's not doing more than leaving the cafe when she gets the message. Which seems entirely innocent, so why not?]

Not too busy. How about you?

[LULLED INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY.]

4/16; mailbox

[forwardmomentum]

On the morning of the 16th, Leia will receive a hypospray of fast-penta in her mailbox. It contains two doses and the only information accompanying it is the label affixed to the hypospray.

[ if you have any questions about fast-penta, feel free to comment to that page or hit me up at runawayballista. ]

voice;

[straightouttacarbonite]

[ some point after this happens ]

One of the transporter techs is from the future.

[imahologram]

Do you mean Rey?

voice.

[t65]

Leia! I figured it out! [Someone's ebullient.] I know how to make a lightsaber!

[imahologram]

That's--[not what I expected, but it's so good to hear you happy]--wonderful, Luke! How'd you do it?

probably a few days after that last one what are timelines.

[t65]

Leia! [How many of his messages to her start that way.] I... need your help.

[imahologram]

Did something go wrong with the oven?

voice; some nebulous point after ingress shenanigans, before mail shenanigans?

[straightouttacarbonite]

So I dunno if I mentioned but the Falcon is here.

[He knows she knows, he just wanted to prove he was eventually going to mention it.]

[imahologram]

I've heard.

[With a coy smile in her voice, naturally.]

I've also heard it's locked until we're contaminant-free.

The Adventure Continues . . .

[t65]

The oven's almost done! We can start working on forming crystals when you're ready.

[imahologram]

Great! How about two days from now?

Video;

[padbae]

[ Padmé pops up on screen looking nervous, and definitely quite a bit guilty. She offers the camera a soft smile, tucking a bit of hair behind one ear. ]

Leia.

[ It's said with barely restrained affection. She wants so desperately to make this right. ]

Could I take a minute of your time?

[imahologram]

[After their last, abortive conversation--their only conversation--Leia has tried to resign herself to sharing a ship with her biological mother and never really knowing her. She wants to be prepared for the worst-case scenario, and frankly, it's hard to picture a more difficult one.

To hear from her now is a surprise, and not an unpleasant one. She keeps back the desperate, childish hope in favour of a pleasant, neutral expression.]

Of course.

video; Immediately following her conversation with Luke...

[peridork]

Greetings. I'm assuming I've reached Princess Leia Organa, correct?

[imahologram]

That's right.

[A little bemused but not unfriendly, the kind of voice you might also use when talking to a carnivorous teddy bear.]

With whom am I speaking?

[text; forward dated to 6/11-6/12, however you want that to work out)

[ex_forcechoke292]

[In a fit of exceptionally poor timing, and being utterly unaware of just how terrible it is (or is this simply the Force's lacking sense of humour rearing its ugly head again?), Anakin finds himself with too many puzzle pieces that finally fit together in a way he...really doesn't want.

There are things he has known for some time: Kylo Ren calls himself grandson (dismissed as ridiculous), his children know nothing of their birth parents until they're told (affirmed, though unsettling, knowing Viceroy Organa's reputation for upholding truth), and that Luke had met Anakin with fear and distrust (inexplicable, but unignorable). There are things he's discovered recently: his own "death" (unconfirmed, but he should have known Obi-Wan's future selective wording would be at play), Obi-Wan's death on the Death Star or earlier (the reminder of this still sits in Kenobi's room, somewhere), and that the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic--a friend--had been responsible for the massacre of the Jedi that inform his children's terrible world view.

There are things he's wanted to ignore, when the first pieces started to meet the new. Namely: "Darth Vader." Here too is a fact he's even been told, but had been easy to discount until Anakin had been informed of the veracity of Kylo Ren's claim to their family: that he may very well be the dead man behind that twisted, deformed piece of metal.

But he needs to know. Not wants, that's no longer important. If this part of Kylo Ren is nothing but bared truth, then that claim to "legacy"...]

Leia, can we talk?

[Lacking, perhaps, like his understanding to now, but how else is he supposed to start? "Hi, Leia, I met your terrible son?"]

[imahologram]

No.

voice;

[jedimindtrick]

[ This isn't quite a random call, but Obi-Wan feels like it might seem that way for all they've talked lately. His voice is quiet, but steady, backed with intent. ]

Leia, I wanted to see how you were doing. With everyone... changing, I thought it prudent to check on you. Are you all right?

[text]

[imahologram]

I'm fine, Obi-Wan. Thank you for asking.
I hope you are, too. I didn't see you when I left the Caducan ship, or I would have asked you to come with us.