Kijani wavered on the spot, eyes widening behind the stormtrooper mask. Impossible. It was impossible! It had to be some kind of trick. A trap! Something. 

“Artoo, are you absolutely positive about that?” She kept her voice low. R-2 beeped an affirmative, and  Kijani felt her stomach twist. 

“Impossible.” She murmured, feeling her whole body going clammy. “Give me those blueprints. I will see this with my own eyes, or nothing else.” Could it be? The strange feelings she’d felt on the ship before were actually real? She snatched away the blueprint once it was printed, ignoring Han’s protests. A good part of her was screaming that she was not thinking rationally, that she was endangering the mission due to personal feelings. She shoved that part down deep and ignored it. 

She had to find her father.