Minuteman75
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It has been a few days since the titanic battle of Naboo between the Empire and its enemies occurred. By a sheer miracle the Rebel allied forces, were saved from total destruction by the arrival of the mysterious rainbow fleet and then routed the Imperial invaders. Despite turning the tide, it had been a costly victory for the insurgents. The members of the rebel frigate Corusca and its fighter squadron codename Violet felt those losses personally. Forty-seven dead, including four pilots as a result of the battle.
By comparison such casualties made seem light to a causal observer but for each men and women who loss someone they cared that fateful day, the grief was utter hell. The only solace the Corusca crew could take from it, was that those deaths were avenged by the victory they achieved. Still it couldn't bring back the comrades, friends, and lovers taken due to death's impartial hand. Bittersweet indeed Forim Viridux thought to himself as he lead his remaining squad mates quietly down a hallway. Their destination was the captain's quarters, for they were invited to share a private drink with the commanding officer, Arya Atin'al. Though hesitant and still grieving they compiled with the order/invite.
All of them were wearing causal clothes since their Mandalorian captain mostly prefer to keep things to be less regulated and formal during off-duty hours. Forim himself wore a brown spacer jacket with a red t-shirt, blue pants and dark boots, it was his favorite grab beside the flight suit. Pal, his emerald atsromech rolling alongside him, chirping softly in comfort to his organic partner.
"Thanks buddy I know we made it count back at Naboo, but their deaths are still on me. My command, my fault."
Forim whispered back to Pal in order to avoid being overheard by the rest of the pilots, but the attempt likely fail since they were all bunch up together. Then finally they arrived to Arya's door and opened it then entered inside.
By comparison such casualties made seem light to a causal observer but for each men and women who loss someone they cared that fateful day, the grief was utter hell. The only solace the Corusca crew could take from it, was that those deaths were avenged by the victory they achieved. Still it couldn't bring back the comrades, friends, and lovers taken due to death's impartial hand. Bittersweet indeed Forim Viridux thought to himself as he lead his remaining squad mates quietly down a hallway. Their destination was the captain's quarters, for they were invited to share a private drink with the commanding officer, Arya Atin'al. Though hesitant and still grieving they compiled with the order/invite.
All of them were wearing causal clothes since their Mandalorian captain mostly prefer to keep things to be less regulated and formal during off-duty hours. Forim himself wore a brown spacer jacket with a red t-shirt, blue pants and dark boots, it was his favorite grab beside the flight suit. Pal, his emerald atsromech rolling alongside him, chirping softly in comfort to his organic partner.
"Thanks buddy I know we made it count back at Naboo, but their deaths are still on me. My command, my fault."
Forim whispered back to Pal in order to avoid being overheard by the rest of the pilots, but the attempt likely fail since they were all bunch up together. Then finally they arrived to Arya's door and opened it then entered inside.
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