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DISCLAIMER: I don't own him, and I've received no remuneration. I just like to play with him in kinky, kinky ways.

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~ "I'd rather get my brains blown out in the wild than wait in terror at the slaughterhouse." ~

-Northern Exposure

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"There is absolutely no way I'm going back to the rebel base with you," Preitha stated, regarding Luke with a cool, level gaze. "Leave me out here in the jungle to die, or just put a blaster bolt through my skull right now."
"Works for me," Leia quipped, again reaching for the weapon strapped to her hip.
"Take it easy, sister," the older man said, reaching for Leia's arm. "You take it easy too, for that matter," he continued, pointing at Preitha, who was still lying on the ground. "The kid may be right for once."
"I highly doubt the Empire would pay a reward for �her�, Han," Leia said, giving him a stern frown.
Han affected his most convincing, most innocent look of surprise; which was not very convincing or innocent at all.
"She's right," Preitha stated flatly. "I'm just a Lieutenant; the Empire isn't likely to pay a ransom for even its' highest ranking officers. It certainly won�t pay anything for me. My father might have, but..."
"What about Vader?" Leia asked.
"I highly doubt it," Preitha replied, pursing her lips into a thin line. The Princess was trying to figure out if Vader was still alive, and if Preitha knew anything about where he might be. Even if she had known anything, she'd have sooner died than tell 'them'.
Luke bent down and offered her his hand. "Look, we can't just leave you out here."
Leia snorted, but kept silent.
Preitha looked from Luke to Han to Leia and back again, before accepting the outstretched arm. She stumbled as he pulled her to her feet, and he instinctively slipped an arm around her waist.
It wasn't every day that she crash landed a TIE, fought a rebel hand-to-hand, and then nearly drowned in a lake. The whole affair had been rather clumsy and embarrassing on her part, and not much more than dumb luck had allowed Preitha to survive. Her aversion to violent combat had been what had led to her to choose Intelligence Analysis within the Imperial Navy in the first place. She thought she might vomit at the thought of a rebel touching her, but the truth was she couldn't stand on her own just yet.
"Thanks," she mumbled without enthusiasm, allowing him to lead her unsteady form to the waiting airspeeder. He helped her into a seat and unceremoniously dropped down beside her, letting out an exhausted sigh.
"I'm Luke, by the way," he announced, giving her a lopsided grin. "Luke Skywalker. It seems you already know Leia. That scoundrel there is Han."
Han flashed her a winning smile and lifted two fingers to his temple in a mock salute. He took the seat behind the wheel of the speeder, with the two droids beside him. Leia sat down on the other side of Luke in the rear.
"I am See Threepio, human-cyborg relations," the protocol droid announced grandly. "And this," he gestured to the astromech droid, "is Artoo Detoo."
Artoo whistled sharply.
Preitha said nothing.
"So do 'you' have a name?" Han asked finally, powering up the 'speeder.
She glared at him. Their congeniality was only fueling her anger.
"Look, I can't see how it would hurt to tell us your name," Luke prodded.
"Preitha," she said finally. "Preitha Motti."
"Motti?" Leia gasped, recognizing the name instantly.
"That's right."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Preitha," Luke interjected before Leia could say anything else. He raked one, dirt-covered hand through his hair and grinned again. "I'm, uh... sorry I tried to kill you."
"Yea, well I'm just sorry I failed to kill you."
"Listen, sweetheart, you really do need to calm down," Han said, shouting over the noise of the 'speeder as it lurched forward and began to race over the boggy landscape. "If it wasn't for Luke and me, her Worshipfulness here would have shot you between the eyes."
"And if it wasn't for 'Luke', I'd have never crash-landed on this shithole in the first place," she countered.
The astromech droid let out a series of excited whistles and beeps, its' metal dome glinting in the light.
"Artoo says, Madame," Threepio translated, "that you would have landed on this moon eventually, anyway. Your craft did not have a hyperdrive, and there is nowhere else for you to go in this system. He also wonders why you remained in space for so long after the battle?"
Preitha glowered. "Tell that little trash compactor to mind his business."
Artoo responded with a mournful �dwooo�.
"I can't understand why you two don't get along, Princess," Han said, gesturing first to Leia and then to Preitha. "You're both so friendly, so personable. Hell, you could be twins."
"Don't compare me to 'her'," the two women replied in unison.
"I rest my case," he announced and rolled his eyes.

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Leia had wanted to lock Preitha in a cell in their detention block, in a neural restraint field. As it happened, though, the Massassi Temple that served as the rebel base didn't have a detention block, and so they had placed her in a small bedroom, with four guards posted outside the door. Luke had argued that a restraint field was unnecessary - there was no place to run to, after all - and that she'd been through enough for one day. It was apparent to Preitha that he was still feeling more than a little guilty about nearly bludgeoning her to death with a log.
First she'd been taken to meet General Dodonna, the commander of the rebel base. He'd asked her a few, simple questions; which Preitha had responded to with vehement sarcasm. Then he�d ordered that she be taken back to her quarters and allowed to bathe, rest, and eat while he met with the other rebel leaders about her.
The four uniformed soldiers who would become her keepers, led her through the winding passages of the ziggurat temple to her room. A small refresher was set off to the side, through a narrow hall, and Preitha put it to use as soon as the door had closed and locked behind her escorts. She set the water to the hottest temperature she could stand, and scrubbed her skin until it was mottled red, attempting to rid herself of the crusted mud, and pungent lake-water.
A small stack of threadbare towels had been left for her, and a fresh change of clothes sat on the bed in a neat pile. The dress was a simple, robe-like affair in a drab,brownish color - probably one of Leia's, she concluded. She hadn�t seen any other women amongst the rebels thus far.
All in all, the accommodations inside the rebel base were no more primitive than the barracks she'd become accustomed to in the Imperial Navy. In fact, the bed was an actual bed, not just a portable cot, with a deep mattress and thick, rycrit blankets.
She was investigating the rest of the tiny room, paying particular attention to the small port-hole style windows, when there was a sharp rap at the door.

"Yea?" she called, rather surprised that whoever had knocked was bothering to ask for permission at all.
The heavy door slid open to reveal Luke. He'd also visited the 'fresher, judging by his still-wet hair, and had changed into casual clothes. He stood holding a tray of plates, and flashed her an awkward grin as his eyes found hers.
"Thought you might be hungry," he said, lifting the tray of food slightly and gesturing towards the interior of her room. "Can I come in?"
Preitha shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. She watched him set the tray down on the bed - the only furniture in the room - and begin lifting away the plate covers.
"So you were one of the pilots in the battle over the Death Star, right?" Luke asked, sitting cross-legged on the corner of the bed.
Preitha nodded, eyeing him warily.
"What happened? I mean, how come you survived?"
"I got lucky," she scowled, rolling her eyes at the irony. "From a certain point of view, anyway."
"You must be pretty good behind the controls of a fighter then."
She shook her head. "Really, it was just luck. I'm not a pilot." Despite herself, she was warming up to the kid. He was just so damn 'sincere'.
"Was your father an officer, too?" Luke reached for a manza chip. snatching it off her plate without waiting for permission, and popping it into his mouth.
"Admiral."
"An Admiral?" his eyes widened.
"'The' Admiral," she sighed. "One of the ones in charge of the station."
"So that's why Leia recognized your name."
"Yea, I guess."
"Seriously, you should eat something." He pointed to the other end of the bed and reached for another manza chip. "Have a seat before I end up stealing it 'all'."
Preitha sighed again and dropped her cross-armed stance, moving to sit as far away from him as possible. She picked up a bright blue legume of some kind and nibbled on it tentatively. 'Not half bad,' she thought, and she really �was� hungry.
"Did you grow up in the Navy? Around your father?"
"Yes. I pretty much spent my entire childhood on one ship or another." She confirmed, grabbing another vegetable.
"Where's your mother?" Luke asked suddenly.
"She died when I was little."
"So did mine. My father, too. I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle on Tatooine," he revealed.
'Tatooine?' She almost choked on her food. Things were clicking into place. "So you were the one she was looking for on Tatooine."
"Huh? Me?" Luke looked surprised. "No, I sort of ended up involved in all of this by accident. Leia was looking for old Ben Kenobi."
'Kenobi. The one Vader fought and killed on the Death Star.' She stayed silent, pretending not to recognize the name.
"Imperial soldiers killed my family," he continued, "I guess while they were looking for Ben. I had nothing left there anymore, so I just kinda... tagged along when offered the opportunity."
"It's a risky existence, though, being a rebel."
"I suppose," he shrugged. "But from what I hear it's risky to be a part of the Empire, too. Even as far out as Tatooine we'd hear stories."
�There�s always going to be a group of people who want change, no matter what the current power structure is. Do you think that your Republic would be unopposed if you were to topple the Empire? Can you honestly say there�d be absolute peace?�
�I don�t know. Maybe not.�
�Don�t lie to yourself. Whatever you do - don�t lie to yourself. I�m sure you think that you�re doing what�s best, but don�t tell yourself things will be perfect if you win. There�s no such thing as perfect.�
"You could always join us, you know," he offered. "The Rebellion."
"Not a fucking chance," she spat, dropping the half-eaten vegetable back onto the tray. "Just because we had a ten minute conversation doesn't mean I agree with your point of view. Besides, don't you still want to find the Imperials who killed your Aunt and Uncle?"
He closed his eyes for a moment. "I suppose part of me does."
"So, what makes you think I wouldn't want to find and kill the rebel pilot that destroyed the Death Star? The one responsible for my father?"
Luke froze.
"Do you know who it was?" she asked. "Do you know who did it?"
After a pause he shook his head.
"Really? I think you do."
"I'm just a soldier, and a new one at that," he shook his head again. "You probably know more about what happened in that battle than I do."
"You're a shitty liar, Luke," she concluded, but she dropped the subject anyway. He seemed to like her, and he just might be her only way of getting back to Imperial Center.
They sat in silence for some time, picking apart the tray of food. Eventually Luke opened his mouth to speak, looked at her for a long moment, and shut it again.
The door slid open. Threepio shuffled into the room and paused, cocking his head at them. �Master Luke, Princess Leia has asked that I come find you. General Dodonna wishes to speak with you now.�
�I just want to get back,� Preitha said. �I don�t know what use I could be to the rebellion. I don�t know any government or military secrets, and I�m not important enough to be used as a bargaining chip. I�m dead weight here, Luke. It�s not as if I can hinder your cause in any way. I haven�t learned any rebel secrets either, and the Empire already knows about this base.�
He seemed to consider this. �I honestly don�t know what they plan to do with you. But you do have a point.�
�Just tell them what I�ve said, then. When you move your base � and you have to soon, if you want to avoid a fleet of Star Destroyers bombing you into oblivion � just let me go my way. I�ll go my way, and you�ll go yours.�
�I�ll tell them,� Luke sighed, as he stood and followed Threepio out of the room.
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