They’re gone, dead.Rogue One is dead.Everyone around me is miserable, but I don’t want to be.Rouge one are proof that if we have hope, we can win; and they were good people, the force will take care of them.And they will live on in our hearts forever.So why is everyone so depressed? I feel like their depression is reflecting upon me, and I don’t want it to!! I didn’t even know them. I’d met captain Andor once, briefly, but that was it; and still I feel like this is a personal loss, and I don’t like it.Its as if there’s this unpleasant, dead weight in my stomach that’s making everything seem odd.It’s strange.I’ve just been getting these random, almost nostalgic feelings ever since we left Scarif. It makes no sense.These don’t feel like my emotions. They’re disconnected from me and are making me feel disconnected from everyone else, for one reason.Mon Mothma kept tearing up when she contacted me after the battle and she almost switched off the hologram…
I’d actually been having a good week.The relief mission to Mykapo went really well and my paper for the apprentice legislature earned me a fair amount of ugly looks from the Imperial officers; but then this happened…The Death Star.
I mean, we got the plans, mission accomplished. At what cost? Said a nagging voice in her head which she tried to silence, but failed.I know many Rebels have already died for the cause and many, many more will die in the future; but the ones who survive will remain strong, because we have hope.
She was broken away from the world of her thoughts by Captain Antilles voice, ringing through her room.”Princess Leia, please report to the bridge, we’ll be coming out of hyperspace over Tattooine shortly”,he said; and she followed.Another adventure lay ahead of her.
Star Wars From Another Point Of View 