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Chapter 1 Under Attack

A starship raced across the vast expanse of stars, unknowingly pursued. On board, two girls sat looking out the window even though there was nothing to see since they were in hyperspace. One of the girls, eighteen-year-old Leia Organa, wore a white dress and had her dark hair braided and coiled in two buns while the other one, sixteen-year-old Lariska Ryenae - Lark to anyone who wanted to remain on her good side, wore breeches and let her shoulder length blonde hair hang loose in a way that made her look like her mother with her father's smile. Both were anxious to be done with the journey, and both were thinking of home. Lark was preparing to give her parents a big I-told-you-so and tell them they didn't need to worry about her going all by herself, and Leia couldn't wait to give her father the plans to the death star that she carried.

The captain entering interrupted their private thoughts. Leia stood; it had to be serious if the captain himself came instead of sending his protocol droid threepio.

The captain bowed. "Your highness, we have been spotted by a star destroyer." He said. "I'm not sure if we can outrun them, they have engaged…" as if to prove his words, the whole ship shook as they were hit by laserbolts.

Leia paled and clutched the chip containing the plans tightly. She hadn't let go of it since it had been delivered to her. "Thank you, captain." She said softly. "I know you'll do your very best to get us to safety."

The captain bowed again and left. Leia looked back out the window.

Lark touched her arm. "We'll be alright." She said with little conviction.

"It's not me I'm worried about; it's the plans, there's not place to hide them onboard."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Lark said.

The ship shuddered again.

"I think it's here." Leia whispered.

Lark gripped Leia's hand as the ship rocked violently back and forth.

"They must have boarded by now." Leia said, after what seemed like ages, looking down.

Lark followed her gaze down to the hand that held the chip then she looked back out the window at the dully-gleaming planet. So close, but so far. "Tatooine." She whispered.

Leia looked up, an idea simultaneously coming to her and Lark. "Obi-Wan could…"

Lark nodded. "The droids; come on."

They hurried into the hallway.

"You stay here; I'll find Artoo, my Lady." Lark said, leaving before Leia could protest.

It didn't take long to find the little astro-droid, and soon Lark was hurrying back to Leia's hiding place.

"Program a message." Lark said.

Leia nodded, and began talking as Artoo recorded.

"General Kenobi, years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope."

Artoo stopped recording, and Leia slipped the chip into the droid. Both girls watched as Artoo shuffled off.

"You should go." Leia whispered. "If you're found with me…"

Lark shook her head vehemently. "I'm not leaving you."

"Lark, they could torture you…"

"They could torture you, my lady. I'm staying."

Leia sighed, but there was no arguing with Lark once she was decided.

"Your lightsaber." Leia suddenly said.

Raw panic formed in Lark's stomach, and she clutched the gold cylinder. "I'll be right back." She dashed down the corridor after Artoo.

The droid beeped as she caught up.

"Here." She gave it to him. "Take care of it." She swallowed past the lump in her throat. She had made that lightsaber in secret when she was nine under the supervision of her father. It had taken him months to track down all the right parts, and Lark was proud of all the hard work that had gone into it, first into the making and second into learning to use it. She struggled against tears.

It's just a weapon, silly. She told herself. But it wasn't. It was so much more. Turning, she went back to Leia.

Well, here we go again, the halfway point. Just review, and I will be happy. Don't review, and I will... think of something.