Art. Art? She was at an art show, representing her father.This was not what she imagined when he’d said she could be his assistant.She thought it meant going on crazy missions and helping build the rebellion to defeat the Empire…But no, instead she was here, with some minister, getting bored, looking at the native(and damn ancient) art of this random backwater world.It was great!…
She roamed around the capital city, going from gallery to gallery; for hours…she was absolutely exhausted, but still tried to pay attention to what the minister was saying, just to be polite.She was a princess after all and blah blah blah, she needed to act like one…whatever.
She’d had a weird feeling about this trip before she’d left but wasn’t sure if it was stress, exasperation or just boredom; and it was still hanging around her stomach.As their guide was going on about some crystal ball thing, the building shook.
People started screaming—earthquake!Attack!Pirates!Take cover!It’s the rebels!—Her heart skipped a beat.What if it was the rebels?She got off the floor where most of the art work in the gallery was now strewn,(She was silently quite all right with this) and tried to think straight.What in the name of the force could have happened…Ughh;and she thought this trip was going to be uneventful…She spoke to the minister and a couple of his guards who were all milling around looking incredibly flustered…She advised everyone to stay put and calm down while she contacted Captain Antilles.
The comm-link buzzed and she jumped when she heard him yelling at her.“Thank the force you’re all ok!!We were worried sick! It’s Saw.He’s gone and blown up the east wing, this is getting out of hand your highness.We have to get out of here.Send me your location, I’m coming to get you right away.”
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Today’s a new day, a new beginning.~Ahsoka Tano (from ‘Star Wars Rebels’)
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