daddy daughter field trips [for organa]

[morally_cryptic]

True to his word, Anakin brought Leia along on his next mission. The Outer Rim Sieges were aptly named so the trip wasn't exactly a short one, even if military ships tended to have faster hyperdrives than civilian transport. Not to mention they had priority in the spacelanes...but the rules of physics still applied and interstellar space is vast and the planet they're headed for is quite far out on the Rim.

So he had also promised a sparring session, to test her skills. He'd intended for it to happen before they left Coruscant but of course things never work out exactly the way one intends.

While the Resolute was a large ship, she was also full of troops and varying ships and other war materiel. That meant there were few spaces large enough to properly accommodate Jedi lightsaber sparring sessions save one of the hangars. Which all but guaranteed they'd end up with an audience but there wasn't much that could be done about that.

"You still up for this?"

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[morally_cryptic]

He gives her a completely guileless look. "The thought had crossed my mind."

It wasn't that he doubted her ability to look after herself, it was more that he doubted his ability to just let her do it.

[organa]

"Oh, I'm sure it did. Multiple times."

She doesn't approve. Yes, she's perfectly capable of running things from orbit, but she doesn't prefer it. Leia wants to get her hands dirty, needs to hit something before she implodes. She's been itching for a fight for months, and she's not going to satisfy that craving by ordering around a bunch of officers unaccustomed to being under her command while he wrangles all the battle droids on the ground.

[morally_cryptic]

"But then I decided," he looks at her pointedly, "that you'd go whether I liked it or not so I might as well keep you where I can see you."

She reminded him of himself Ahsoka that way.

[organa]

"I don't need to be watched."

And yet, time and time again, she's done things to prove that she does. Reckless things — dangerous things that could have very well gotten her killed if people like Han weren't constantly watching her back, regardless of whether she wants them to or not.

[morally_cryptic]

He snorts, expressively. "Right. Of course. Forgive my assumption."

Sarcasm is strong with this family.

"You're still going to be watched. Just be glad I didn't give you your very own pair of troops."

Though if she's very very good maybe one day she'll get her own squad to lead.

[organa]

It is, and she'd say it's an inherited trait from both sides of the fence. Bail Organa was sarcastic at times, but he was nowhere near as acerbic as his adoptive daughter could be.

"You mean my own entourage? Because I've had several of those, and let me tell you, I was very good at losing them."

[morally_cryptic]

"You haven't met our ARC troopers."

That at least might be entertaining to watch but they all have better uses of their time.

"Either way. We can make better arrangements. I wouldn't mind the backup."

[organa]

"No, but I've had plenty of experience with what they become."

Entertaining for as long as they managed to survive her wrath. The armor the clones donned was unsettling enough as it is. She hadn't spent near as much time around them as Luke had. Certainly not enough to forget that they were the stormtroopers' predecessors.

Leia folded her arms. "From me or them?"

[morally_cryptic]

He flashes a scowl at her for the comment. Considering they're his men, no matter what they become, he doesn't exactly appreciate the reminder. Maybe he just identifies with their situation a little too much.

"I meant you could be my backup." There, olive branch extended.

[organa]

They may be his men now, men that are hardwired to be loyal to the Republic and the Jedi they answer to, but she fears that may not always be so. Something happened to make them turn against the Jedi, to support the formation of the Empire. And after observing how dutiful the clones are, she can't help but wonder what exactly that something was. (Or if it's destined to happen again.)

She doesn't voice her concerns, though, opting to take that proverbial olive branch. Leia knows a pointless argument when she sees one, and the last thing this ship needs is two hotheaded Skywalkers shouting at one another when there were other, more pressing matters to attend to.

"I'd still like to carry a blaster when we go down there. If anything, they won't expect a woman in Jedi robes to have one."

Or to have vibroknives hidden in both her boots.

hahaha oops, he and han did do the fives thing, technically they know about the brain!chips

[morally_cryptic]

[ooc: i just now don't remember if anything else really happened with that after that]

"That's because I can't think of any Jedi I've ever met who preferred to carry a blaster alongside a lightsaber." He's not saying it shouldn't be done, more just agreeing that it'd be unusual. He would definitely agree with the knife thing though.

"And we've got some time to kill still before we get there. You should get in some more practice. With remotes this time."

[organa]

( ooc | ...i totally forgot about that too, oops. i don't think anything else happened beyond that, though? )

"Precisely why the element of surprise would be working in our favor," she points out.

Running through more drills, though, she's less enthusiastic about in spite of agreeing with their necessity. Naturally skilled or not, she's still a novice, and will benefit from any sort of practice she's able to get in before engaging in her first official fight with a lightsaber.

"As long as you're not shouting critique from the sidelines."

[morally_cryptic]

[ooc: i don't think anything was explicitly said. maybe rex and fives are off quietly de-chipping clones as they get the opportunity]

He couldn't resist a small laugh at that. "I'll whisper the critique from the sidelines. It'll make it more of a challenge for you to figure out what you're doing wrong."

Standing, he holds his hand out to her, mischief in his eyes. "Of course, I'd be happy to demonstrate the best way first, if you think you can keep from swooning.""

[organa]

( ooc | let's roll with that. sounds like something they'd do. and I'M FREE! summer workshops aside, no more work until august! \o/ )

The princess rolls her eyes at that swoon comment, but takes his hand anyway, shaking her head.

"I won't argue that I need the practice, but you do realize this isn't my first battle," she reminds him. "It's just my first battle with a lightsaber, is all. If I can't handle it, well then, I'll just have to improvise."

A humble shrug of her shoulders. She'd gotten herself out of stickier situations before, and while she might not have Han to watch her back, there was no doubt in her mind that her father would be watching it in his place. Regardless of whether he could actually see her or not. Leia would certainly be doing the same for him, even if he didn't really need his quasi-trained daughter keeping an eye out for him.

[morally_cryptic]

He gives her hand a gentle squeeze and offers up a smile as they head back toward the hangar. "Nothing against improvisation. Sometimes it's even better than planning."

Everyone knew plans fell apart once you actually started fighting anyway.