Son Of Tia Organa, Nephew Of Bail Organa

This is the first fan fiction I am ever embarking on, and have done some research into the aspects of Star Wars; being a fan of it, of course. I have the general outline of the story now, and have begun writing my first draft, here is the intro, nothing too interesting, so far, just setting the scene.

This story will probably be more a part of the extended universe, most main characters from the films won't make an appearance, although some will. Without giving too much away, the story is following Tia Organa (Bail's sister/Leia's adopted aunt) and her son Rios Organa and begins in 0BBY.

Smooth and shiny, yet dull and brown, segmented into equal sets of square perfectly lined in an absolute formation, the sound of light bubbling and the distant whispers of the atmosphere could be heard. All of a sudden a halt in the very placid moment, and tumbling down to the surface in a heap a worn and battered rag of cotton plummeted to the floor, Tia Organa broke her gaze from her day-dreaming glare and collected the rag from the floor and advanced from the centre of the kitchen to move the pot from the boiling stove, before tossing the tatty garment onto the near-by counter. She rested her hand on the rounded, hard, rough corner of the kitchen-top and put her hand to her forehead, before locking into her distant gaze again and frowning to herself.

As she stood at the cooker of her small, square kitchen, which had a very mild yellow-orange tone to it and a long rectangular window over-looking the other stone houses in the village, a room that she had done well to keep hygienically clean, despite the tops and cupboards overflowing and being held ajar by various cooking books and implements. Her pre-occupation with keeping her box-like, quaint, house tidy, but yet being over-run with other reading material, small physical activities and housework where perhaps just a small part of the cracks showing from her disagreement and eventual dis-attachment from her family, which had been weighing on her minds for almost 4 years.

Tia had left her other 2 sisters, brother and her mother after major tension with all of her family members, she has only talked to them again a few times, most recently, being told that her brother, Bail's adopted daughter had been kidnapped by former Jedi-turned-Sith, Darth Vader and the evil Galactic Empire.

She worried greatly for her son, Rios, but never regretted leaving her family to live by herself, even if she did not have much money despite her rich backgrounds, she begun to realise that her son could also be a target, should the Empire decide to trace Leia back to her home world and learn of her adopted aunt's children, also. Following this thinking, a thousand thoughts rushed into her head at once, all armed with the anxieties of her son being safe on the current planet of Alderaan, which, Ironically, she thought, was a completely peaceful planet, which would spell disaster should the empire decide that the planet was to be landed on and attacked for it's strong rebel alliance roots.

Tia was not a large physical figure, only roughly 140 centimeters in height, with dry brown hair, tied into a ponytail and with a weathered face of time, but a gentle one, at that. She continued to stand almost unmoved, with one hand troublingly placed on her cheek, still as a statue wondering and pondering of her son's and her own future. She finally escaped her gaze once more, and turned from her position she had held for so long.

"Rio! Your lunch is ready!"

A tiny child rushed into the kitchen, grinning and hoisted himself up onto the seat of the counter and transferring the food hastily into his mouth, he looked up at his mother, who smiled at him, and patted him on the head, he grinned back, and continued to finish his meal, as Tia looked-up and her smile slowly turned into a concerned gaze, once more...