#naboo

🎨 by Aitor Prieto

Sorti en 1999, Star Wars, épisode I : La Menace fantôme a longtemps divisé les fans. L’attente était énorme, mais George Lucas a pris le parti de réinventer l’univers, quitte à heurter les attentes. L’introduction des midi-chloriens en est l’exemple le plus frappant. Avec le temps, la période des préquelles a pourtant été réhabilitée, en grande partie grâce à la série The Clone Wars, qui a…

Star Wars: The Crown of Resistance

Chapter 1: Welcome to Naboo.

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Disclaimer: This is a story about my OC, Saché Valerune and her life throughout the original trilogy (if you want to learn about her, go to my recent post where i introduce you to her!

(this takes place in ‘A New Hope’ after Leia, Han, and Luke escape from the Death Star)

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Saché Valerune sat on her throne, her handmaidens flanked. As she was signing an official letter to government officials, the chief of security entered the throne room, his expression etched with uncertainty. The Queen looked up from her work.

“What is it, Chief?” She asked.

The chief bowed in front of her, then spoke, “Your Majesty, a Corellian fighter has entered the city.”

Saché’s posture straightened, her expression serious. “Imperial?”

The chief shook his head. “We don’t believe so. The design is not Imperial.” He handed her a datapad, containing the information and appearance about the fighter. Saché studied it carefully.

“It is heading into the Royal Hangar.” The chief stated.

Saché returned her gaze to him, handing the datapad back. “Send a transmission and ask about their business here. Do not let them land until I say so. And bring me the information about the passengers to me.”

The chief nodded, and bowed again before turning to leave. “Right away, Your Majesty.”

The throne room doors shut behind him. Saché continued to signing her letter.

A few minutes passed in silence, until the chief of security returned into the throne room, the uncertainty of his expression replaced by surprise.

“Your Majesty, Princess Leia of Alderaan is inside that ship. She requests an audience with you.”

Saché’s eyebrows raised. “Bring her to me.”

“Oh, and she isn’t alone, Your Majesty. She has two other passengers with her. She says they won’t be a threat, and she would like them to come meet you too.” The chief explained.

The Queen nodded. “They can come along. Let them land in the Royal Hangar.”

The chief bowed. “Yes, Your Majesty.” He left the throne room once again.

Saché had finished signing her letter. She placed the letter in an envelope, and sealed it with a wax stamp, engraved with her initials. She turned to her handmaidens still flanked beside her.

“Alaré, bring this letter to my advisors.”

Alaré, The Queen’s right hand, stepped forward and nodded, taking the envelope. “Of course, My Lady.”

Alaré left the throne room. As Alaré returned to her position to the right of Saché a few moments later, the doors opened again.

The chief of security, followed by other security guards, were creating a semicircle around three people. Saché’s gaze landed on the woman dressed in a white silk gown; Princess Leia.

Leia and Saché are allies, and are also friends as well, so they were delighted to see each other again.

The Queen stood from her throne gracefully, and bowed at Leia. Since they are both royalty, they had to bow to each other. Leia bowed back with a soft smile.

“It is good to see you again, Queen Valerune.”

“I could say the same, Princess.” Saché smiled regally at her.

Then, Saché turned her gaze to the two men standing on either side of Leia. “And who are the…” Her gaze lingered on the boy with sandy blonde hair. “others?”

The man on the left stepped forward and bowed with a grin. “Han Solo, Your Worship. Captain of the Millennium Falcon.”

Then, the sandy haired boy on the right bowed, his expression a little more shy and flustered. “I’m Luke Skywalker, Your Highness.”

Saché nodded. “Nice to meet you.” She focused back on Leia, sitting back down on her throne. “So, what brings you here to Theed?”

“Needed to land somewhere to repair the Falcon. Chewie’s working on it. We had a bit of a rough time with the Empire.” Han explained.

Leia’s voice dropped, her expression solemn. “We have another problem, Your Majesty. My home planet, Alderaan, has been destroyed by the Empire.”

Saché’s eyes widened. Some of her handmaidens gasped softly beside her. “Destroyed? How is that possible?” Saché questioned.

“The Death Star. A huge battle station. It has enough firepower now to blow up whole planets.” Han spoke.

Leia stepped closer to the throne. “And, it won’t be easy for you to hear this, but… Naboo might be one of their next targets.”

All of the handmaidens gasped, louder this time. Saché’s expression tightened, a subtle hint of worry in her eyes. “Our planet? Why?”

“Your planet’s history has been relevant to resisting the Empire’s orders. I know this because I was captured on the Death Star before Alderaan was destroyed. I eavesdropped on the crew that work there.” Leia explained.

Saché sat in silence for a few seconds, trying her best to maintain her regal composure. “The Empire has gone too far this time. We must do something quickly to stop them.” Her voice raised with certainty.

Luke stepped forward, his past shyness replaced by a new determination. “And we will, Your Highness. We are heading to Yavin 4, the Rebellion’s secret base. Our droid has the plans about the Death Star. We can use it to stop them.”

Saché turned her gaze to Luke, her composure faltering for a second as she studied his face; bright blue eyes, tan skin just like hers, light pink lips, defined jawline, she could tell he was from Tatooine. But who would’ve thought that a man from that planet would look this pretty? Saché suddenly realized what she was doing, and snapped out of her daze. She gave a short nod at his words. “Okay. Thank you for telling me about this… grave problem.”

Leia hesitated, then she spoke once more, “Your Majesty, under the circumstances, I suggest you come to Yavin 4 with us. Your presence might… give us all confidence that Naboo stands with us.”

Saché’s expression mirrored Leia’s hesitant one. “Thank you, Princess, but my place is with my people.”

Alaré leaned forward slightly, her voice soft. “If I may speak, My Lady, going with these civilians might be our only hope for us and our home.”

The Queen thought about her right hand’s words. “Either choice presents great danger to us all.” Saché turned her head to Alaré.

Alaré met her gaze. “We are brave, My Lady.” She gestured to the other handmaidens.

Saché looked back at Leia, Luke, and Han, her expression determined. “Then I will go with you.”

Leia nodded with understanding at her words, offering a small, encouraging smile. “Perfect. It is settled then.”

Captain Panaka - which great name btw, it means idiot in portuguese - even says they can't take the queen there