For the most part none of this Universe belongs to me. I'm just a HUGE Star Wars fan and wanted to play around with some original characters that have been floating around in my mind even since watching the movie. I hope you enjoy this.

-Julia

"No!"

A cry echoed throughout the empty bedchamber. Friggé sat upright gasping for air while clutching the bed linens. Looking around hastily, she realized the cry had passed from her own lips. It was the dreams again; though her dreams were better defined as nightmares.

Terrified faces of nameless people as fire and heat engulfed the courtyard. Screams reverberating throughout the halls until a deafening roar exploded in her head. Then there was always that last cry of 'no' before she woke up.

Running a hand over her forehead, Friggé wiped away the moisture from her brow. It was the third time this week that she had been torn from a nightmare covered in sweat.

There was a knock on her door.

She righted herself, squaring her shoulders. In a somewhat even voice she called out, "Who's there?"

"It is just me, dearest. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Mother."

"May I come in?"

Quickly, Friggé used her sheet to wipe the rest of her face. She smoothed her hair making sure she appeared fine even though her mind was in a tumultuous swirl, "Come in."

It was dark in her bedchamber, the pale light of the moon creeping through the curtained windows. She saw her mother open the door, the light from the corridor illuminating her mother's figure; tall and stately – a moving statue in the darkness. Friggé noted that she still wore her ornate robes from dinner though her heavy veil had been removed. Her mother's round face became clear as she stepped into the moonlight. Many spoke of her mother's great beauty; Odé the Brilliant, that's what they had called her.

Despite her age, her mother was free from imperfection despite a few fine lines around her eyes that wrinkled when she smiled. There had been little cause for smiling lately, Friggé realized. She had not witnessed her mother smile since the destruction of the New Republic.

They had both lost loved ones that day.

Friggé watched as her mother perched herself on her bed. Her bed chamber was sizeable and ornately furnished. It had formerly been her sister's room and the idea of it made Friggé miserable.

Her mother's voice interrupted her thoughts, "What troubles you dearest? Is it that dream again?"

Nodding, Friggé wiped away a tear that threatened to spill down her cheek. She had shed enough tears to last a lifetime, but miraculously she still cried. Her mother rested her hand on her cheek cupping her face gently. The young woman relished the warmth of her mother's palm, a stark contrast to her own cold skin.

Steadying her voice, Friggé spoke, "I hear screams in my dream and feel the pain of those who died. Then my heart wonders about them. All I can think about is if Yohan and Thadlé suffered…if they felt pain when they died."

The thought of her loved ones dying in fear and misery consumed her heart. She was angry at the world, angry at the universe for taking Yohan and Thadlé from her when they had planned a lifetime together. The Trio – they had been friends to the bitter end. It was unfair who survived and who died in war. If she could, she would have traded her own life to spare theirs.

Crawling forward, Friggé came to rest in her mother's arms as she had done many times before as a child. She let her head fall against the silk material of her mother's court dress. Though she didn't cry, she felt her body shake with sobs. Another night spent mourning the loss of her loved ones. Imagining the faces of people she would never see again.

Eventually, Friggé was pushed back onto her pillows. Her mother's soft voice hummed a melody while the older woman stroked Friggé's hair.

"Go to sleep, dearest. Tomorrow brings new memories."

Bright light greeted her as she woke up to an empty room.

Friggé remained lying amongst her soft linen sheets, staring at the red marble walls. A part of her wondered if she could remain in bed forever. The days after Yohan and Friggé's deaths she had remained in her bed forgoing all food and drink. Only by the gentle coaxing of her mother had Friggé finally emerged from her mourning.

Friggé had a duty; a promise to keep. Her heart would not stop until she had revenge upon those who had taken her loved ones from her.

That thought was interrupted by a sweet smell that caught her nose.

Her stomach rumbled and her curiosity won out. Friggé raised her head spying a tray of food on the table by the windows. Rising from her bed, she found a warm bowl of porridge sweetened with Kete honey and a glass of pressed juice. Even though there was still a lump of sadness in the pit of her stomach, she ate a spoonful of porridge hoping the food would ease the ache. Her mother said that the sadness would eventually ebb; Friggé just needed more time. It had been three months since the destruction of the New Repulic's base on Hosnian Prime. How long would it take to heal?

There was a soft roar outside her window.

It was the sound of a ship flying over the palace. It wasn't an uncommon sound to hear; her room was near the Palace's hangar overlooking the hanging gardens.

The ship passed by again. That sound was unlike the dull hum of a cargo jet.

Peeking out the window, Friggé pressed her face against the glass to get a better look at the aircraft. It was a T-70 X-wing flying over the Palace. The meager militia that Naboo possessed didn't own starships as advanced as a T-70 X-wing. Even from a distance, she could make out the bright orange starbird painted on the ship's helm.

That ship was with the Resistance! What was a Resistance ship doing on Naboo?

Quickly, Friggé downed the glass of juice on her tray and shoved another bite of porridge into her mouth.

Hopping over a trunk full of her belongings, she lifted the trunk's lid to find her pistol. It was a standard issue S-5 pistol given to members of the Naboo Royal Guard (though she herself was not a member). The pistol had come into her belonging after she had pilfered it from an unsuspecting officer too drunk on Corellian wine to notice.

Friggé fixed the gun's holster to her waist. Grabbing her navy cloak, she kept the pistol hidden from view. Friggé brought the cloak's hood up to hide her face. The court would be filled with gossip if she were to be seen carrying a weapon around in broad daylight. Besides, the Council had disarmed the Naboo people for their own safety. The First Order's shadow loomed over them; any sign of rebellion would not doubt be snuffed out.

The young woman peaked into the hallway. Normally there were guards standing outside her room, but perhaps they had been called away. Knocking on her mother's door, she opened it to find her mother's room empty.

Mother was probably with the Queen and the Advisory Council, Friggé reasoned.

Continuing through the maze of palace hallways, Friggé looked out onto the hangar from the balcony windows. The starship had just landed. The palace denizens seem to be oblivious to the Resistance starship in their midst. It was not far from her rooms to the hangar. Keeping her head low, she passed a few recognizable faces but did not stop to exchange greetings. She was still in her nightclothes – a very improper thing for a lady of the court.

Friggé arrived at the hangar a little out of breath. She was eager to see the Resistance ship and find out why they had been sent. Was Naboo being called to war against the First Order?

Gaining entrance to the hangar wouldn't be difficult. She just waited for several officers to round the corner and open the hangar's secured doors. Giving them a minute to go in, Friggé followed behind the officers as the sliding door closed with a hiss.

The presence of the Resistance starship had the entire room in an uproar. Security had the ship surrounded with blaster rifles at the ready. Friggé fell behind a barrel of oil as a droid mechanic passed her by. From her position, she could easily spy the pilot disembarking from the X-wing.

"I have a message for Queen Jopinath on behalf of General Organa."

Friggé spotted the pilot with his hands raised. He was standing in the cockpit looking down on the guards. His face was unintelligible from this distance, but his voice was confident if not cocky.

"Pilot, you will not disembark from the cockpit until we have confirmation from our supervisor-"

"At least allow me the opportunity to stretch my legs."

Definitely cocky.

Friggé edged closer to the X-wing ducking around an empty crate. Now she had a better look at the pilot. There was an air of confidence around him as he remained standing in the cockpit with his helmet under his arm. He was attractive with bright eyes and an eager smile. There was an air of nonchalance in his demeanor as he swept a hand through his wavy hair. She was surprised at how much she was drawn to the pilot. His smile reminded her of Yohan.

A droid broke the palpable tension by beeping endlessly from its position behind the cockpit. Friggé couldn't understand what the droid was saying, but the pilot seemed concerned for its safety. It was detached from the ship and placed gently to the hangar's floor by a robotic arm. A guard immediately came forward blaster canon at the ready causing the droid to cower behind the ship's wing. The pilot jumped down from the X-wing, ready to confront the guard before he was arrested. Friggé felt the need to jump in despite knowing she was supposed to remain out of sight. She went for her pistol, the hand resting on the weapon's hilt.

As she popped out from her position behind the crate with her pistol ready, a commanding officer ran down the hangar's ramp shouting at the guards, "Halt what you are doing! You are to bring the pilot to the receiving chambers immediately."

The pilot grinned as the guards backed away, "See, I told you I'm harmless."

Friggé lowered her gun, somewhat shocked at how ready she was to defend him. This man could have easily been sent by the First Order as some sort of distraction, and she had been ready to fire on the Naboo guards. A part of her mind rationalized that the pilot reminded her of Yohan and she was still emotional from the night before.

The other half reasoned that this man could help her in getting revenge.

That idea made Friggé smile.

Before he was escorted from the hangar by the guards, the pilot's eyes swept the room. Friggé wondered if she should hide again lest she be discovered by someone.

It was too late as she met the pilot's gaze. If he was surprised or confused by the cloaked figure holding a blaster pistol he didn't give it away. All he did was stare at her for a few seconds before he turned away to walk up the ramp with guards on either side of him. The droid beeped merrily before following in their footsteps leaving Friggé to wonder in the hangar.