Hi y'all! This is a slightly AU fic set immediately after TROS. Contains a major character from Claudia Grey's Bloodline, but I don't think you need to have read that to get this. This is possibly a one-shot, might be longer if y'all want. Thanks for reading, and please review.


Rey had thought she was dead. Leia regretted making her apprentice grieve, but when she lent her son her life-force, she thought she would die. It wasn't that she wanted to, but she wanted her son to live. But when he gave his life-force to save Rey, he saved her too.

Now he was gone, and she was again the last of the Skywalkers. And she had a galaxy to rebuild. Again.

Leia rose from where she lay and glanced around.

"Leia!" Moz exclaimed from where she sat. "We thought you were gone!"

"It takes more than that to get rid of me," she replied. "Where have they gone?"

"Exegol. The planet of the Sith."

"I'm out of it for one second and look what happens..." she muttered.

Suddenly, a shuddering rumble from outside grabbed their attention. Leia hurried outside, conscious of her blaster still at her hip. A small smile tugged at her lips, however, as the myriad of ships approached. She knew what must have happened, that the Emperor and his Sith fleet had been defeated at last.

Moments later, beings of all sorts were rushing about, laughing and hugging and talking. The Force energy Leia felt thrumming through her at that moment was a tumbling mixture of happiness and sorrow, but above all, hope. Leia hadn't felt that much hope since, well, ever.

She spotted the Millennium Falcon landing at the edge of the clearing and watched as a Wookie stepped off. She made her way over.

Chewie let out a great roar as she approached and pulled Leia into a hug the moment he saw her.

"Easy, easy! I missed you too."

"Leia?"

"Lando? Wow! Thank you for coming."

"Of course, my love. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Leia chuckled. Then she caught sight of three figures silently hugging in the middle of the crowd. Finn, Poe, and Rey. Three war heroes. Leia felt her eyes well up with tears that she quickly and pridefully blinked away.

Finally, Rey looked toward Leia. She blinked hard, as if to make sure she wasn't an illusion. She released her friends and made her way towards Leia.

"Master," she whispered, her voice full of emotion.

"I know," Leia sighed in return, opening her arms for the girl.

Rey rushed towards her. They stood in an embrace for some time, allowing comfort to flow between them. Leia could feel Rey's grief over Ben's death, and it matched Leia's own. Sighing, she stepped back.

"Rey. I'm so proud of you," she whispered.

She smiled weakly, before pulling a lightsaber from her hip and handing it to Leia. Leia gasped when she saw what it was.

"How did you get this?" she asked wonderingly and she reached a trembling hand out to accept her lightsaber.

"Luke," Rey stated simply. Leia nodded in understanding.

Over Rey's shoulder, Leia spotted Poe approaching. She squeezed Rey's hand before letting go and turning to the pilot.

"You did it, Poe."

"Leia... I thought you were dead..."

"Well, I'm not."

Poe nodded and looked away to hide the tears Leia knew were there. Then, Poe spotted a woman in a pink suit. Her helmet hid her face, but Leia could tell she was scanning the crowd.

Poe glanced towards Leia and opened his mouth to explain, but she cut him off with a nod towards the woman. Poe hung his head slightly as he turned away; a mischievous smirk picked at the edges of Leia's mouth.

"Leia," came a voice from behind her.

"Ransolm," she greeted, turning around. "I take it you succeeded."

"Of course, my friend. I could hardly let you down after you rescued me, could I?"

Leia laughed. "No, I suppose not. Are you going to start collecting relics from this regime, now that you've gotten your hands dirty in the "terrorist tactics" of the Resistance?"

"Actually, I was thinking I might line my office walls with Resistance artifacts, considering I have several sources at my disposal."

"In order to do that you need an office. And don't think I'll be granting you unlimited access to our uniforms."

"How about access to an office?"

"That depends on how helpful you are at creating a new government."

"Who would've thought, a Populist and a Centrist working together, much less to create a new government?"

"Well, as long as no one's trying to endorse the First Order's warmongering, we should be fine," Leia jabbed.

"I never endorsed warmongering!"

"Okay, then as long as no one endorses the Empire's warmongering."

"I didn't do that either," Ransolm grumbled, making Leia laugh.

"Cheer up, my friend, we've got a party to attend."

"May I have you hand, then, Your Highness?"

Leia smiled and allowed her friend to lead her into the crowd.


The next morning, Leia called everyone to a gathering.

"Good morning, everyone," she called bring the room to silence. "The Emperor is gone, thanks to everyone here, and especially the ones who aren't here. May we have a moment of silence?" Leia closed her eyes and silently sent her love to Ben, Luke, and Han, her parents, her friends, everyone who had died. "Now, we must finish this fight. People have risen up all over the galaxy to overthrow the last remnants of the First Order. In some places, however, this is not enough. Today, we must free the galaxy. Those of you who would prefer not to join us, thank you for your help, and farewell. Everyone else, we'll divide into squadrons and spread out. Each squadron will head to the assigned sectors, send out a signal on all possible frequencies asking the locals to report if help is needed, and alert Admiral Dameron if anything is found. He will send fighters to alleviate the problem. Once this is finished, all squadrons will report back to this base. Does everyone understand? Good. Squadron leaders, collect your pilots and may the Force be with you."

The room erupted in movement. Squadrons assembled as Leia met with her leadership.

"Each of our Captains will oversee twenty squadrons. I know that is a lot, but that's the best we can do at the moment. Does anyone have any questions? No? Alright. Go speak with your squadron leaders, and you may leave when ready. May the Force be with you." The greater part of the leadership nodded and went to gather their squadrons. "Now, you will each be overseeing five of our larger craft. Assemble your crew and pilots to await commands."

Leia's leadership dispersed across the room, with the exception of Poe, Lando, Chewie, and Ransolm, who she held behind.

"Lando, I find myself in need of a Lieutenant Commander. Would-"

"Of course, my Leia."

"Great. The crew of the warship over there will be waiting for you." Lando nodded and started over to the ship she had indicated. "And Lando?" she called after him. "Take your daughter with you." Lando looked at her, confused, but she had already turned away. She knew he'd work out his relationship to Jannah on his own time. "Admiral Dameron," she continued, a smile playing at her lips as she saw the grin on Poe's face from his promotion. "Congratulations. Now, don't let me down." She smiled, catching Poe's now nervous eye.

"I'll do my best, General."

"I know you will, Poe. May the Force be with you."

"And with you," he replied, leaving to oversee the activity in the hangar.

Chewie grunted.

"Yeah, I trust him," she replied to her friend.

More grumbling sounded from the Wookie.

Leia laughed. "I know." After a moment, she added, "Will you get the Falcon ready?"

He roared and set off.

"Ready for what?" Ransolm asked.

Leia ignored him for the time being.

"Master?"

Leia turned and faced her apprentice. She could feel the grief and confusion radiating from her. "Rey."

Rey's eyes flicked to Ransolm, who took the cue and walked away.

"I'm just so lost," the Jedi began. "I feel like I don't know myself anymore. Before... Before, I always had Ben's presence in my head, and that helped... But now? Now I just don't know."

"Oh, Rey. I know."

"What do I do?"

"Go to Lanai, Luke's island. Meditate. You will find what you need."

"Thank you, Master." She turned to go.

"But, Rey," Leia called after her, "be careful. There is dark there, too. Do not get lost in it. And you must come back. You must start training the new Jedi."

"But how?"

"You'll know."

"Will you help me?"

"Yes. Before you go, know this: The Jedi were not always right; the Sith were not always wrong. Between the light and the dark, there is balence. Always."

"What does that mean?"

"You'll figure it out. May the Force be with you, Rey."

"And with you, Master."

Leia watched as Rey made her way over to Luke's old X-wing with R2-D2 trailing behind her.

"Help her, Luke," she whispered as the ship jumped to lightspeed. Then, she turned and started walking towards Poe's ship. "Poe?"

"Just a moment!" he called from inside. A minute later, he came down the landing ramp, wiping his hands on his pants. "Leia."

"I have somewhere I need to go. If anything happens, let me know."

"I will."

Leia nodded and continued walking. "Ransolm, I need you to come with me."

"Where?"

"I'm not sure yet. Where's the list?"

"The list of targeted people?"

"Yes."

"On the Falcon."

"Great."

Leia nodded to Chewie as she strode on board.

"Why?"

"We could use an extra pair of hands..." she answered distractedly as she scanned down the list of captured beings and heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't check the list of targets, knowing that would not help her situation.

"Chewie, how soon can we leave for Chandrila?"

"Chandrila? That's halfway across the galaxy!"

Chewie grunted.

"Then you'd better change clothes. We leave in an hour."

Ransolm nodded and headed off while Leia made her way to the cockpit. She quickly pulled up the communications system and began trying to reach Mon Mothma. She had gotten no response by the time Ransolm returned.

"Chewie! Are we ready?" she called.

A roar signaled the affirmative.

"Let's do this, then."

Leia began to power up the engines while Chewie closed the boarding ramp and joined her. He navigated the ship out of the planet's atmosphere as she ran the caculations for the jump to hyperspace.

Soon, the warped blue lines were waving outside of the viewports. Leia returned to trying to contact Mon Mothma, still to no avail.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," she muttered, checking for her blaster and lightsaber at her waist.

Ransolm entered the cockpit just in time to see this last gesture.

"Is something wrong?"

"I don't know."

"That's never a good sign."

Leia glared playfully at her friend before turning back to the communication board. She decided to contact Poe to make sure everything was alright there.

"Leia?" Poe answered.

"Poe. How's everything at base? Any activity?"

"No reports yet, General. Several squadrons have checked in, having made it to their assigned sectors."

"Good. Keep me informed."

"Will do, General."

Leia signed off, leaned back in her chair, and sighed. Something really didn't feel right, and it wasn't with the squadrons. Just then, Chewie grunted to tell them they were coming out of hyperspace.

The warping of blue lines outside shuddered to a stop in front of the small blue-green planet of Chandrilla.

"Who are we looking for?"

"Mon Mothma."

"Do we know where she is?"

"Nope."

"Oh."

After getting permission to land, Chewie gently brought the ship down.

"Stay with the Falcon, Chewie," Leia commanded, pulling on a shawl to hide the weapons at her waist. "Ready?"

"Ready."

Ransolm and Leia descended the boarding ramp as nonchalantly as possible. The last thing they wanted to do was alert the whole planet that two former senators and important members of the Resistance were there.

"Where do we start?"

"At the hospital where she stayed after she fell ill."

They made their way to the Hanna City Hospital, where Leia approached the receptionist.

"How can I help you?"

"We're looking for Mon Mothma. Is she here?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm her daughter, Rachel Mothma, and this is my fiancé, Ralph."

"She never mentioned having a daughter."

"That's probably because we haven't spoken in a while."

"Then how do you know she was here?"

Leia sighed and averted her gaze, saying sadly, "A friend of hers contacted me about four years ago. I put off coming because I wasn't sure how she would take me turning up out of the blue. That is a decision I regret every day of my life."

The receptionist eyed them suspiciously but stated, "Mon Mothma left here four years ago."

"She's okay?"

"Yes."

"Thank the stars! Do you have any idea where she is?"

"Medical droids visited her residence for two years after that."

"Where?"

"Sunset Towers, far side of the city."

"Have you seen or heard from her since then?"

"You ask too many questions," the receptionist stated and turned back to her data pad.

"Please," Leia whispered.

She humphed. "Not after the doctor said she was back to full health."

"Thank you."

The receptionist didn't respond.

"We'd best not take the Falcon," Leia stated as they made their way back too the spaceport. "There's always a chance someone will recognize it."

Ransolm agreed, and they found passage across the city on a shuttle. When they arrived at Sunset Towers, Leia once again inquired as to the whereabouts of Mon Mothma.

"I haven't seen her in about a year."

"Do you have any idea where she might be?"

"I'm sorry, but no. She left in quite a rush."

Leia and Ransolm exchanged a glance. Something really wasn't right.

"Is there any chance we could see her rooms?"

"Sure. Room 243. You'll need your own key, though. We can't let anyone in without the owner's permission."

"I have a key. Thank you."

"My pleasure."

Leia led the way over to the turbolift. As soon as the doors were closed, Ransolm asked, "How are we going to get in?"

"You'll see," she replied, slightly mischievously.

When they arrived outside the door, she closed her eyes and reached out to the lock through the Force. She guided it to unlock, and the door swung open.

"How did you do that?"

"Did I ever mention I'm a Jedi?"

"No, I'm afraid you forgot that little detail."

"That doesn't surprise me. I don't usually mention it."

Leia slowly stepped inside. It was the most undeniably Mon Mothma place she had ever seen, but something felt off.

"What are we looking for?"

"Anything that might tell us where she went."

Suddenly, Leia's comlink activated.

"General, we have received report of a star destroyer in the Endor system. We are preparing to dispatch ships."

"Alright, Poe. Be careful. Don't send the entire fleet."

"Copy, General. I'll keep you updated."

Leia nodded as Poe signed off. She had confidence this would work out.

"Leia!" Ransolm called form the next room. "I found something."

She hurried over and found him holding a piece of paper. He handed it to her, and she turned it over in her hand. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen a paper note.

Leia,

I have gone into hiding. I'm sorry I cannot join you now. Contact me the way you would have last time.

Mon Mothma

"Is it real?"

"I think so. Let's get back to the Falcon so I can try this."

Leia input the information she would have used to contact Mon Mothma during the Rebellion into the communication system. Her call received no response, but she was able to track the signal.

"Chewie, set our course for D'Qar."

A roar later, they were on their way back across the galaxy. Leia wondered how Mon Mothma had ended up on the planet that had once held a Resistance base, but didn't spare it much thought. She would just have to ask when they found her. As they came out of hyperspace near the planet, Leia tried the communication again.

"Land on the far side of the planet, Chewie," she instructed, having, again, received no reply. "The signal was coming from somewhere over there."

"Leia, can anyone else use the connection you just did?"

"Yeah, why?"

"If we could track it, the First Order might be able to as well."

"Shoot. You're right. If they've been watching for her, they know she's here. I hope we're first. Chewie, stay with the ship. Contact me if something goes wrong."

Leia and Ransolm hurried into the forest towards the signal.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Ransolm whispered.

"You're not the only one."

They crept through the trees as quietly as they could until they came to a small house.

"This is it."

"Looks like we got here first."

"I sure hope you're right."

Cautiously approaching, Leia knocked on the door. There was no reply. She looked over at Ransolm and grabbed her blaster. Catching his eye, she gave a quick nod and burst into the house.

"Drop your weapons!"

It took Leia only a moment to register the scene in front of her. The room was filled with Stormtroopers. In the middle sat Mon Mothma, her wrists and ankles secured with binders.

"I said drop your weapons!" the unmasked officer commanded again, pointing his blaster at Mon Mothma's head.

Leia let her blaster fall from her fingers, and Ransolm followed suit. Leia thought for a moment about drawing her lighstaber, but decided against it because she knew the stormtroopers would have backup and she didn't want to get her friend killed.

"Not quite the welcome I expected," Leia said.

"It was the best I could manage on short notice," Mon Mothma replied as several stormtroopers rushed forward to secure Leia and Ransolm. Then they shoved their prisoners out the door, dragging Mon Mothma along with them, and started back through the forest in the direction Leia knew their ship would be.

Their ship, as it turned out, was an old transport vessel of some kind.

"Nice ship," Leia commented sarcastically, earning her a shove.

Before long, Leia found herself bound to a crate in the cargo hold beside Mon Mothma, with several stormtroopers standing guard.

"Why did you drop your weapon? You're more important! I was just bait!" Mon Mothma whispered to Leia.

"Because you're the closest thing I have to family," Leia whispered back.

Mon Mothma looked at her with wide eyes.

"I mean that," she added.

"So what's our plan?"

Leia gestured discreetly with her eyes to where her lightsaber was still fastened. Mon Mothma nodded and, being one of the few who knew Leia's secret, had the slightest hint of a smile sparkling in her eyes.

"You will leave us alone," Leia stated loudly, despite the startled glance from Ransolm.

"You can take care of yourselves."

"We'll leave you alone."

"Sorry for the intrusion."

The stormtroopers turned and strode their way out of the hold. As soon as they were gone, Leia used the Force to pull her lightsaber from under her shawl and ignited it into her binders before catching it in her now free hand. She freed Mon Mothma and Ransolm in one stroke, then helped the former to her feet.

"Let's go commandeer a vessel, shall we?"

They ducked their way along corridors towards the bridge. Leia hadn't handled a lightsaber in quite some time, but the cool weight felt good in her hand and she was confident she could use it with skill.

Finally, they reached the bridge. Leia stormed right in, her lightsaber held diagonally across her body. A barrage of blaster bolts came hurtling towards them, but she deflected each one back onto a stormtrooper with all the skill of the trained Jedi she was.

She lifted the bodies over to one side of the bridge and approached the controls. As she turned the ship back towards the Falcon, Ransolm figured out how to close the doors to keep the remaining stormtroopers out, at least for a moment, and Mon Mothma sourced several blasters.

Suddenly, a blaster bolt whizzed past the ship. Mon Mothma hurried to the viewport and called, "We've got company!"

"Hang on!" Leia shouted as she pulled the ship around to face her enemies. She reached for her comlink and stated, "Poe, little problem here on D'Qar. The quicker, the better."

"Is everything alright, General?"

"I'll have to get back to you on that."

She signed off as she wove the ship around another round of fire.

"Weapons controls are there!" she shouted, pointing to the panel.

"Dammit!" Ransolm swore. "The weapons system's out!"

"I don't think I knew Senators are allowed to swear in public."

"This isn't the Senate and I'm not a Senator!"

"I don't think I knew anyone was allowed to swear in front of a Senator."

"We don't have any of those either!"

"Former Senators, then!" Leia shouted as she pulled the ship into a loop to avoid cannon fire. She turned the ship around again and barreled away from the pursuing First Order ships.

"Shields have fallen!"

"Shoot!" Leia muttered as she dodged several more bolts.

Suddenly the ship shuddered and the engines cut out. The ground came closer and closer so fast Leia barely had time to blink before transport hit the ground with a sickening crunch.


Everything was dark.

Leia opened her eyes to find that she was once again bound next to Mon Mothma. She spotted Ransolm on the woman's other side. At least they were all alive.

"Hello, princess. Or should I say, General Organa," the First Order officer before her growled. "How nice to have you with us."

"I wish I could say the same to you."

He slapped her across the face. "One day you might learn some respect!"

"I doubt it."

"How about if I shoot your friend?"

"What do you want?"

"You will tell us where your base is."

"And if I don't?"

"You watch as I blow her brains out."

"No, not Rose! You can't!"

"Rose?"

Leia's eyes widened and she inhaled sharply as if she were horrified by what she had revealed. The officer turned and strode out of the room.

As soon as he was gone, Leia felt mentally around her for any trace of her lightsaber, but she couldn't feel anything. Beside her, Mon Mothma began to stir.

"Leia?"

"Mon? Can you hear me?"

"Yes," she whispered as her eyes fluttered open. Leia sighed in relief. She wasn't sure how Mon Mothma waking helped their situation, but she knew it sure as hell didn't hurt.

Suddenly, the officer strutted back in. "Have you made your decision?"

"What decision?" Leia asked innocently.

"Whether or not she gets her head blown off."

"And how would she choose not?" Mon Mothma interjected.

"By telling me where the Resistance base is."

"I believe that would be a question for the General."

"She is the General."

"Her? No. I'm the General."

"Mon! No!" Leia cried struggling against her binders.

"So you tell me where the base is, or he is dead."

"You really think I care about him? I barely know him! And she's merely my decoy! I don't care if you kill either one of them. I wouldn't want to kill them myself, but I don't care if you do."

"Mon..." Leia whispered brokenly. "I thought... I thought you loved me..."

"Get me her weapon!" the officer barked at the stormtrooper guarding the door. "You either tell me where the base is, or you cut off her head with her own lightsaber."

"I will never tell you anything," she spat.

"Very well then," the officer intoned mildly enthusiastically, receiving Leia's lightsaber from the stormtrooper. "Murder it is."

He yanked Mon Mothma to her feet and released her hands, keeping her pressed against his body and his fingers tight around her left wrist. He handed her the weapon.

"You will kill her now."

Mon Mothma swallowed stiffly and ignited the lightsaber.

"Mon, please! I loved you!"

She raised the lightsaber as if to strike, but as she brought it down, she swung it around to slash the First Order officer. He fell to the ground, very much dead.

The stormtrooper from the doorway came rushing in when her heard the officer's fall, bolts shooting from his blaster. Mon Mothma deflected his bolts, admittedly with some difficulty and a mildly scalded shoulder, until he was close enough that she sliced right through his armor.

"How'd you get so good with a lightsaber?" Leia asked as Mon Mothma freed her and Ransolm.

"A story for another time. I believe this belongs to you," she said, handing the lightsaber back to its owner.

"Thanks. Let's get off this hunk of metal."

"Agreed."

The three hurried along the hallways until Leia stopped dead in front of a viewport: Bright flashes had caught her attention. She looked out to see that part of the Resistance fleet had arrived and was engaging the First Order ships.

"Leia!" Ransolm urged.

They continued down until they reached what looked to be the landing ramp.

"Chewie," Leia whispered into her comlink, which miraculously had not been found, "landing ramp of the flagship."

A low grunt was all the reply she got.

Leia ignited her lightsaber and began to cut through the ramp, with Ransolm and Mon Mothma covering her back with the blasters they took from the two First Order troops.

Suddenly, Leia's comlink crackled to life with Chewbacca's low rumble. Leia finished her hole in time to see the Falcon fly up to the ship and the hatch on the top open.

"Go!" Leia called.

Ransolm and Mon Mothma jumped from the hole Leia had cut and onto the ship before blaster fire began. Leia leapt onto the Falcon and made her way inside after her friends, fending off several shots as she went.

"Chewie, we're good!" she shouted, closing the hatch behind her. She felt the ship speed up as she rushed along to the Falcon's guns. She pulled on her headset and started firing at the TIEs that were on their tail.

"We've picked up enemy fighters," she said to the Wookie pilot via the headset.

He roared.

"Light cruiser on your left."

"Rojer that." Leia smiled. She hadn't expected Mon Mothma to take up the guns with her, but she wasn't surprised.

Chewie growled.

"Alright. All we have left is that last cruiser."

The Resistance ships swarmed around the ship, dodging and weaving through jets of enemy fire. After a few moments of undergoing heavy fire, the cruiser erupted into a ball of flames.

Leia sighed and leaned back in her seat for a moment before climbing back from the guns.

I don't believe we've had a proper hello yet," Mon Mothma commented when she and Leia rejoined in the cockpit, and pulled her into a hug. "It's good to see you, Leia."

"You too, Mon. Thanks for getting us out of that mess, by the way."

"No problem at all."

"Well, it was my fault you were dragged into this in the first place."

"And it's mine for dragging you into galactic wars, so I think we're square."

"I suppose so."

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Senator Casterfo," Mon continued, turning to the former senator.

"Too long. And please, it's Ransolm."

"Then you must call me Mon. By the way, since when have Populists and Centrists worked together?"

Leia and Ranslom exchanged a rueful glance, and with that, the Millenium Falcon jumped to hyperspace.