It was over. The Empire had lost both their leader and strongest weapon, not to mention some of their finest troops. Sure, they still had Admirals spread throughout the galaxy, each probably with their own fleet, but without someone there to hold their hands and make sure they all got along, it was doubtful that they would be able to continue in a war. Years of the Rebellion's fighting, of losing allies and friends, had finally paid off.
The Empire was done.
A low groan dragged Luke out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the nearly deserted halls of Home One. He adjusted his arm, pulling Leia's slumping form closer to him. She usually didn't drink, but the fall of an unjust government was enough to get her slamming back shots of Corellian …show more content…
Even drunk she knew when a battle wasn't worth fighting. Luke slowed his steps even more as he adjusted her, carrying more of her weight. He only had to get her down the last little bit of this hall, then a shorter one to get her to the room she was sharing with Han. Luke had gritted his teeth over that when he saw the rooming arrangement, but right now it wasn't looking so bad. At least he wouldn't have to be the one making sure she didn't choke on her own …show more content…
Luke felt a pang of sympathy for her. She took pride in being a level-minded leader, in never letting the people she led see her weaknesses, but now they could all see her clearly drunk and out of it. Things were made worse by her needing his help to stand even semi-straight. She rested a hand against Luke's chest, pushing herself away from him and to the nearby chair.
As far as sitting down went, it wasn't very graceful. She threw her hands out in front of her body, trying to land them on the two armrests. Her left arm hit target, but her right landed on the cushion and sent her off balance. Using the hand she still had on the chair to pull herself back up, she awkwardly turned until she sat close to normally. Her hands folded on each other in her lap and she glanced around the room, trying to make it look like everything was normal.
To their credit, the guests didn't stare directly at her. They all quickly turned their attention to Luke, occasionally sending little peeks toward Leia. A few raised their glasses to him, a silent "good job" on dragging her through the halls all by himself. Han stepped out of the crowd, closely followed by Wedge. They stood on either side of the Jedi, both putting an arm around a shoulder.
"Uh, hey guys," Luke stammered, still a little confused about what exactly was going on. "What's this all
The Empire was done.
A low groan dragged Luke out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the nearly deserted halls of Home One. He adjusted his arm, pulling Leia's slumping form closer to him. She usually didn't drink, but the fall of an unjust government was enough to get her slamming back shots of Corellian …show more content…
Even drunk she knew when a battle wasn't worth fighting. Luke slowed his steps even more as he adjusted her, carrying more of her weight. He only had to get her down the last little bit of this hall, then a shorter one to get her to the room she was sharing with Han. Luke had gritted his teeth over that when he saw the rooming arrangement, but right now it wasn't looking so bad. At least he wouldn't have to be the one making sure she didn't choke on her own …show more content…
Luke felt a pang of sympathy for her. She took pride in being a level-minded leader, in never letting the people she led see her weaknesses, but now they could all see her clearly drunk and out of it. Things were made worse by her needing his help to stand even semi-straight. She rested a hand against Luke's chest, pushing herself away from him and to the nearby chair.
As far as sitting down went, it wasn't very graceful. She threw her hands out in front of her body, trying to land them on the two armrests. Her left arm hit target, but her right landed on the cushion and sent her off balance. Using the hand she still had on the chair to pull herself back up, she awkwardly turned until she sat close to normally. Her hands folded on each other in her lap and she glanced around the room, trying to make it look like everything was normal.
To their credit, the guests didn't stare directly at her. They all quickly turned their attention to Luke, occasionally sending little peeks toward Leia. A few raised their glasses to him, a silent "good job" on dragging her through the halls all by himself. Han stepped out of the crowd, closely followed by Wedge. They stood on either side of the Jedi, both putting an arm around a shoulder.
"Uh, hey guys," Luke stammered, still a little confused about what exactly was going on. "What's this all