Leia wasn't completely certain what order events were happening in. It was all going too fast, like a holo from a malfunctioning droid. Images were still racing through her mind, violence mixing with the fresh memories. She didn't know if the blood on her hands was real, or imagined. When Luke stepped in front of her, she raised her hands in fists, ready to brawl the unknown man barehanded if he continued to block their escape.
In the corner of her eyes, there was the flash of a red lightsaber, just as the sounds of several igniting struck her ears from behind. Somewhere in that timeframe, there was also an explosion of wood and glass, where she fell to her knees, arms wrapping around her brother to shield him from the shards cutting her bare skin.
The strange voice in her head. Gentle, but strong. Firm. Fraying around the edges with madness. Father? Her father? Her eyes widened, turning towards the man weilding the red blade, the one adorned in black Jedi robes. Fear tightened around her heart, gripping further when her head continued turning to see the two glowing blades of Exar Kun's lightsaber.
Until another sound entered her attention, and pushed away all the rest. Leia's dark eyes shot upward, and a breath of sweet relief left her when she saw the Falcon hovering overhead. She heard some words of apology, and something about healing, but for that instant, her relief was too great to notice. They were saved.
But the thought of imminent rescue didn't stop her from glaring at the masked man, her hand grasping at her hip for the blaster that wasn't there. The way Luke had taken his hand was a hopeful sign, but it still enraged her. "You planning on getting us out of here, or bonding?" she snapped.