A. Sugar, We're Going Down Ugh, did someone get the name of the bantha that stepped on me?
[Despite the fact that she's reaching up to touch her head, Leia's sharp eyes look around her surroundings. Dread starts to build up in her stomach. This is not The Millenium Falcon. Her husband is nowhere to be found and she can't remember how she got here. Which is not at all common for someone as rigidly controlled as she is.
She wastes no time in removing the restraints keeping her strapped into her chair and goes to check on the others who appear to be waking up around her as well.]
Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?
Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying [Rain in a such a desolate place such as this strange oasis in the middle of a desert is actually welcome. And after so much time on Tatooine and Hoth, Leia's realized that she actually hates most weather. Because of what it does to her hair. Her usual braid is frayed and messy due to all of the humidity.
And concentrating on her hair is far easier than considering the fact that she and the others she's met so far are stuck on this strange world. And that this strange world has decided to answer their presence with ice from the kriffing sky! Or that the hail has woken up...Force knows what that are trying to attack the barrier around city.
But, she's got a blaster and she's determined to use it to help the others. She knows there are people out there still and that they'll need a clear spot so they can return. Most of her concentration right now is split between mentally complaining about her frazzled hair and making sure she takes care of the creatures. There are others around here doing nothing and after taking one of the things out, she turns with a hard look to those wasting time.]
Leia Organa | Star Wars
Ugh, did someone get the name of the bantha that stepped on me?
[Despite the fact that she's reaching up to touch her head, Leia's sharp eyes look around her surroundings. Dread starts to build up in her stomach. This is not The Millenium Falcon. Her husband is nowhere to be found and she can't remember how she got here. Which is not at all common for someone as rigidly controlled as she is.
She wastes no time in removing the restraints keeping her strapped into her chair and goes to check on the others who appear to be waking up around her as well.]
Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?
Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying
[Rain in a such a desolate place such as this strange oasis in the middle of a desert is actually welcome. And after so much time on Tatooine and Hoth, Leia's realized that she actually hates most weather. Because of what it does to her hair. Her usual braid is frayed and messy due to all of the humidity.
And concentrating on her hair is far easier than considering the fact that she and the others she's met so far are stuck on this strange world. And that this strange world has decided to answer their presence with ice from the kriffing sky! Or that the hail has woken up...Force knows what that are trying to attack the barrier around city.
But, she's got a blaster and she's determined to use it to help the others. She knows there are people out there still and that they'll need a clear spot so they can return. Most of her concentration right now is split between mentally complaining about her frazzled hair and making sure she takes care of the creatures. There are others around here doing nothing and after taking one of the things out, she turns with a hard look to those wasting time.]
Either help me take them out or get the hell out!