Title: Pieces of the Past, Fragments of the Future Author: Briannakin Characters/Timeframe: Various Notes: Written for the Ultimate Drabble Challenge VIII. These will probably be all over the place, but probably a focus on Legends. Week 1: Pieces of Alderaan 1. Valor The flag of the New Republic was neatly draped over each of the caskets. Chief of State Leia Organa Solo looked on in horror as bodies were offloaded off the transport, not that her shame showed on her face. They had won the conflict; brave beings brought peace to a waring planet. But she, as their commander and chief, did not share in their courage. The dead were the heroes. But all the politicians had was blood on their hands. And Leia’s hands were dripping; stained red with the valourous. How many had she asked to die for her causes? 2. Honor Honour Thy Father: the man who taught you to know when to speak, when to stay silent, when to pretend, how to beat them at their politicking, but always to stand up. Honour Bail Organa. Honour Thy Mother: the woman who taught you the importance of history; to learn from the past so that former mistakes are never made again. Honour the woman who gave her life to become the last Queen of Alderaan. Honour Thy Planet: for you, Winter Celchu, are the last true child of Alderaan. You are the one who can’t forget; the one who must remember. 3. Sacrifice “This will be their fatal mistake,” Bail Organa said, holding his ailing wife close. She was dying, but that didn’t matter now. All of Alderaan was about to be destroyed. Breha raised a hand to softly cup her husband’s cheek. “Our death will not be in vain,” she agreed. “Alderaan will be avenged. Winter and Leia will make sure of that.” “And the Empire will finally pay for all their sins.” “This is right.” “This is how it needs to be.” They were at peace. “I love you.” “I’ve always loved you.” They did not run. This was their sacrifice. 4. Defeat Winter’s shoulders slumped in defeat, an uncharacteristic display of emotion for the woman known as Targeter. Within a moment, she returned to her regal posture. She passed the flimsy note back to the Bothan spy. She spoke with clarity and strength. “Inform General Madine and Mon Mothma. Tell them Intelligence must have a meeting with all the commanders. Get Admiral Ackbar.” The Empire was constructing another Death Star. Another planet could share the same fate as Alderaan at the command of the Emperor. No. That could not happen. That would not happen. She began calculating all of her next steps. 5. Victory This was Alderaan’s final victory. A daughter, born to two proud Alderaani, thirty years after the planet had been destroyed. Peace had prevailed. Love had been found. Memories lived on. Though, in the moment, Tycho Celchu only thought of this sweet infant in her mother’s weary arms. He and Winter had discussed many names, but in the end, there was really only three options for this fair-haired bundle of joy. Tegwen: named for the first queen: the mother and uniter of Alderaan. Breha: named for the final queen. Alderaan: well, that one was self-explanatory. Tegwen Breha Alderaan Celchu.