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Leia stood in front of the mirror, the corner of her mouth curling upwards as she took her reflection in. She felt a powerful surge of the Force and closed her eyes for a moment before straightening and smoothing out the hem of the high-necked black sweater she worse, a sweater that looked like it had never been worn before. She clamped her lightsaber on her hip and laced up her boots. Her hair, tied at the base of her neck, hung unbraided down her back. When she looked at herself in the mirror again, she almost caught herself gasping but that wasn't her at all. She smiled at herself and then turned on her heel to leave.

An outdoor café, a smattering of people, locals, mostly. Leia stopped in the middle of the street and watched them, reached out to each of them in turn. When a car honked at her, she turned her chin just enough, moved her hand and, thus, the car, pushing it around her and past her, speeding it up until she let go of her control. The man behind the wheel had to slam on the brakes to avoid running a stop sign and hitting another car.

Leia ignored the almost-accident and walked into the café. There was one slice left of a dark chocolate cake that she wanted, and a woman in front of her ordered it. Leia tilted her head to the side and reached out and then the woman was changing her mind. The next three people did the same until Leia ordered the cake, convinced the cashier she'd already paid, and then took it outside to find a table. There were none open, but Leia wasted no time in clearing the one she wanted. She sat and leaned back, crossing her legs casually. With a slight wave of her hand, someone brought her a glass of red wine.

Leia smiled.

There was nothing better than a little manipulation within the Force. Sure, it might seem trivial, but there was little she could do here in this tiny, dusty town that really meant anything. If she wanted to do anything lasting, she would need to go to this world's central government and push her way in. She wouldn't be able to do that alone though, and as she walked along the street into town, she considered who might be useful if she chose to go that route. Her father, she thought, reaching out to Anakin just enough through the Force to see if he might be amenable. Kylo, certainly, she thought, moving from her father to her son.

Abruptly, she drew back from each of them and instead focused on what was in front of her: her slice of chocolate cake.