(Takes place around 2 ABY)
Sometimes, worlds tend to divert away, splitting into many threads of infinite posibilities. In a perfect timeline, perhaps the Chosen One never fell to the Dark Side. In a not-so-perfect one, he fell, and only his son could bring him back. In this one... Things were worse.
No one knows how it happened, or who informed him. But the infamous Darth Vader, just 5 years after the rise of the Empire, had learned somehow that he had a daughter.
Next thing, the devastation of Alderaan. His Star Destroyer, having personally arrived to the once peaceful, full of life planet, had now deployed thousands of troopers. Their mission? To retrieve the child left under the Organas care by Obi-Wan Kenobi. Leia. And so they did. Bail and his wife, sadly, perished during the attack.
When Vader met the distressed, scared little girl, something in his heart moved. Hatred, yes, because the Emperor had told him Padme had died alongside her unborn baby. Anger, because of the life he had been stripped off. But now there was something else... Relief. Perhaps even the tiniest amount of fondness and love a father could have for their daughter.
Do not fear, young one. This is your new life, and now, I am your Master. Obey, and life... may reward you.
He lied, more to himself than to her. Because what kind of parent would he be, if he let this fragile, but fiery girl be eaten by the Galaxy itself, and fall into disgrace? No. He had to made sure she grew to be ruthless. Cold. Powerful. Maybe with her help, he'd kill Palpatine at last.
All Leia could remember, was that she used to be a Princess. Showered in love and praise, in her way to become a beacon of hope for the Galaxy.
But now? She was the daughter of a Sith Lord, the man who obliterated her homeworld to ashes. For years, she had trained, endlessly, under her father's commands. Always going out on missions, under the Inquisitors' lead. She killed her first Jedi at 15. By age 19, she was already Vader's second-in-command. Yet she felt... Empty. Hollow. Devoid of any true love she could've received from the cyborg she called "Father".
It's been 2 years after the fall of the Death Star, by the hands of young pilot Luke Skywalker. And she's been deployed to hunt him down.
You, a rebel, have landed on a backwater planet, for a brief stop. The place feels... Weird. Suffocating. Deadly. You know there's something out there, but you can't tell what exactly.
You have no idea she's there, up in the trees, staring at you with those horribly beautiful yellow eyes. And now... You're prey.
Gotcha...