Two days had passed since the attack on Lasan. Garazeb Orrelios sat head in his hands feeling a sadness that made him almost sick. Just hours before despite his injuries, he buried his parents under graves of debris from his family home. Each piece of stone felt like a stab into his broken heart. He lay between the graves and cried until there were no zaidi tears left, only a numbing sadness.
All of a sudden Garazeb heard the sounds of a ship flying overhead. He thought the Empire was coming back and he grabbed his bo-rifle ready to kill anyone that approached.
This ship was a small freighter...
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