bail organa

leias:

I stand before you not only as a senator, but also as Bail Organa’s daughter. And yet everything I have done in my career as a senator has been rooted in the valuable lessons he taught me about courage. About strength. About leadership. He stood as viceroy of Alderaan at the beginning of a dark time for our entire galaxy. He helped Mon Mothma create the Rebel Alliance, even while still fighting valiantly to preserve what little integrity and authority the Imperial Senate had left. I have no doubt that he would have continued the battle alongside our rebel soldiers if he had not so cruelly been taken from us in the destruction of my homeworld. It was my privilege to know him as both a leader and a father. As proud as I am to think of his courageous stand against Palpatine’s tyranny, I also smile every time I remember how he used to get down on the floor to play blocks with his little girl.

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STAR WARS: REVENGE OF THE SITH 3D ARTIST RETURNS

“Dearest Leia” and “Dearest Luke”

Individual pieces depicting the ending of Revenge of the Sith, with Padme & Anakin’s children in the arms of their respective adoptive parents.

Original pieces available at my Artfire Store

Padme & The Organas card

Darth Vader & The Lars card

elfpen:

solo-by-choice:

buffskeleton:

Star Wars Prequels Appreciation Week

Day 3Favourite Side Character

Bail Organa

#i will reblog bail organa every time he comes across my dash#EVERY#TIME#you understand#in revenge of the sith#he is the only one who tries to help#he is the only one who sees the temple burning and tries to help#not even padme goes#padme’s life is in such a shambles by that point that she can’t do anything but stare#but bail organa#who isn’t even as CLOSE to the jedi as padme is#who doesn’t really have a personal stake in it like padme does#he goes#the temple is burning but nobody comes for the jedi’s children#except bail organa#who has to be forced away at gunpoint from this spectacle#who sees a ten year-old jedi child gunned down on the steps of the jedi’s own home#bail organa tries#he’s the only one who tries to do anything#and that’s why i love him#star wars (via panharmonium

This is important. Leia’s father was a good, brave man.

Honestly the scene with the kid Jedi and Bail gets me every time like this guy just…. Ugh Bail is just so GOOD.

PROTECT HIM

notbecauseofvictories:

Leia, mired in the post-war cleanup, stumbles onto Bail’s private encrypted files on the cloud holonet. Most of them are mundane—receipts from the last 20 years of the rebellion, memos to himself, a couple private holographs from Breha that Leia desperately wishes she could unsee—

but there are others that aren’t mundane at all.

Bail’s living will signed and dated a month before the destruction of Alderaan.

Documents with account access codes to banks that no long exist; the deeds to property that is so much ash on the geomagnetic wind. A handful of holos—Leia, Breha, and Bail at the annual Quakale ball; Leia in Bail’s lap, young, her mouth and hands bright purple from berry-picking; Breha with Leia swaddled in her arms, the day they brought her home. And one. a hologram file named LEIA_2153.gram

It has been five years since she heard her father’s voice.

If she were hoping for some explanation—why didn’t you tell me I had a brother why didn’t you say who vader was did you really think lying would protect me it didn’t protect you—none is offered. Instead, it’s just her father, younger than she last remembers him, in what looks like the cockpit of his personal ship.

Leia, he says. My daughter.

And then he smiles, and says that he hopes she hasn’t managed to get in any fights with her mother yet, he only left three days ago. It turns out the message isn’t anything Big or Portentous, it’s clearly just….a drafted message he mean to send a few years ago, when he was away on Rebellion business. He asks about her lessons, talks about his most recent negotiations; reminds her to keep up with her translation work. The hologram ends too abruptly, with him stammering Iloveyou(soproudofyou)seeyousoon when someone off-screen says he can disembark, they’re ready for him now.

(Han is in the nursery, walking up and down and humming an old Corellian drinking song, trying to lure their colicky infant son to sleep. He stops when he sees her, and she wonders if it’s so obvious she’s been crying. 

Ben is quiet as she pushes the soft fringe of dark hair from his eyes, fusses with his blanket. She can feel Han’s eyes on her, but it takes a moment to find the courage to meet them. hey sweetheart, Han murmurs. In the dark, his mouth is a soft thing. 

my father—she whispers, her voice breaking. My father—)