Little Miss Inalienable Rights

Leia wasn't sure where she was when she woke up. It was dark and the back of her head hurt and for a few minutes she was very disoriented and not sure what was going on. Then she remembered the past two days, almost like it was a bizarre dream. She'd been some sort of nightmare version of herself, a mockery of everything she believed in. Vader's apprentice? A loyal servant of the Emperor? Well, not entirely loyal, she vaguely recalled, because she had her own ambitions for power and control.

Worse were the hazy memories of just how she'd become like that, and how she'd attacked Ben and Tahiri, fully intending to kill them if necessary.

She called for help for awhile, fighting with the locked door to no avail, then gave up when it didn't seem that anyone was near enough to hear her -- or if they were, they were ignoring her. So she sat down against a wall, legs drawn up against her chest and her head resting on her knees, waiting. Someone had to come for her eventually, right? Part of her wanted to scream and cry, but the princess and the senator-to-be part were working on compartmentalizing things already. That skill would come in handy in the future.


[For some relative or another.]

When Leia returned to her room after class, she found a message from Winter waiting, insisting on an update on Fandom. She'd sent a brief message to Winter and her parents immediately after she arrived to let them know she was safely there, but she'd been putting off a more detailed report home because she wasn't sure what she should say. She flopped on her bed and mentally composed a letter to Winter.

Dear Winter,

I've survived my first week of classes. I'm taking Concepts of Law and Justice, Battles that Changed History, Ethics, and because Father must think it's a great joke, "Living with Difficult Women." There are several other girls in the class and I have the feeling we're going to be providing endless examples for the teacher.

This place is so different from the Alderaan Select Academy for Young Ladies. The obvious way? Boys. I think they outnumber the girls here, and some of them apparently like to walk around without their shirts on. Not that I'm complaining, of course. They're much nicer to look at than Madame Vesta. I've even gone out on two dates already. Oh, don't give me that look. I'm not doing anything stupid and I know how to take care of myself. I'm just making friends with my lips.

Oh, that Ethics class I mentioned? You'll never guess who it's taught by. Anakin Skywalker. Yes, the Anakin Skywalker. And -- I hope you're sitting down -- he's my birth father. He refuses to tell me who my birth mother is. And he seems to think he automatically has the right to tell me what I can or cannot do. I have a feeling the man is going to be more infuriating than Tia, Rouge, and Celly put together.

Did I mention I also apparently have a twin brother? He's a Jedi, too. I don't know his name (see above regarding "infuriating"), but I have met his son, my nephew, also a Jedi.

And my own daughter from the future. I don't know if she's a Jedi, but I'm betting yes, since everyone else I've met from our galaxy seems to be. I think I'm kind of jealous.

Do me a favor and see if you can find out anything about someone named "Han Solo." No reason. Have to go now, miss you, wish you were here!

Love,
Leia

OK, maybe she shouldn't send something like that. She didn't want to run the risk of a transmission being intercepted, and if her parents found out they might worry and pull her from the school. She'd think of what to say later.


[ooc: door and post are open!]