#blyaa

Art was made for it as well.

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He had always liked the mashed potatoes.

Most of his men hadn't, but that always meant more for him, right?

Right.

His entire tray is just...mashed potatoes, but it's alright. Sure, some dust from the trembling ceiling had begun to land in the soft food he ate bite by bite, but that was alright. The loud klaxons going off were ignored as he finished his drink, the last of a bottle of spotchka that someone had given him what seemed like eons ago, and the glass breaks when he drops it onto the floor.

It's alright.

He can hear running as some poor souls still left in the now crumbling Tipoca City ran past him, and someone skidded to a halt before running back his way.

"Come on, we have to go!" The voice sounds like a child's, and he just calmly waves his hand.

"Go, get out of here." A voice that had once commanded thousands of soldiers was wavering and scratchy, and he can hear the child make a noise of surprise.

"But you'll die!" She pleads, and he can hear someone else run over to grab the child, who immediately begins to protest. "Please, come with us! Hunter, make him come with us!"

"Get her out of here, keep her safe." He doesn't turn around, and this Hunter doesn't press as he starts to run with the child in his arms.

"Hunter we can't leave him!"

"I'm sorry Omega, he's made his choice, and we can't change it."

The building creaks as the supports begin to buckle under the unrelenting barrage of fire from ships high above the atmosphere. He doesn't hear the child for much longer after that, and with a trembling hand pulls out a small holopic from underneath his chest plate. The tears that have been trailing down his face for the past hour begin to dot the picture, warbling the smile of the blue Twi'lek staring up at him. He remembers posing with her on Felucia, and can almost feel her arms envelop him in a hug as he smiles through the tears.

"Don't worry Aayla...I'll be there soon."

Bly closes his eyes with a smile as there is one last ominous creak, and then...it's finally over.

I've been waiting for you, my love.

I'm sorry....