"Dantooine they're on Dantooine."
Wait a minute, had she really just said that? (insert creative fowl language here). Was that even her own voice? It couldn't have been, her voice never squeaked like that. It must have been hers though, she didn't see any other rebels around here.
What happened to the confidence she had felt seconds earlier? She had every right to feel confident, after all she had survived the Probe Droid without giving out a speck of confidential information. But what she felt now was far from confidence.
What if they knew she was lying?
However, aparently her captors didn't know she had just told them a lie. She winced at the wicked smile on Tarkin's face. He clearly wasn't surprised that she had divulged that bit of top secret information.
She stepped forward threateningly, putting on a menaceing face. Her enemy was behind her. A black gloved hand was on her shoulder now, to keep her from becoming a threat to anyone. A suicidal person could at times be more dangerous than the coldest trained killer.
"Carry on with the plans," said Tarkin a look of triumph upon his face.
Her blood ran cold. She felt sheer terror bubble inside her as she tried, weakly to protest. She knew her words wouldn't work, but she had to do something.
Leia's home planet and everyone on it was about to die a horrible, firey death and she was powerless to do anything about it.