The decadent palace of Jabba the Hutt hums with murmurs of de galaxy’s most notorious. In its dimly lit corner, figures of the underworld lurk, each with stories of smuggling routes, bounties, and treacherous deeds. But among this menacing crowd, one figure stands out, not for her infamy, but for her audacity. It’s Leia. With a hand defiantly placed on her hip and her gaze turned slightly backward, she casts a steely glance that meets one such underworld dweller. Through the ambiance of the ’50s, this moment feels like a scene straight out of a classic film, where the leading lady, undeterred by her surroundings, demands respect without uttering a single word.