I’d served my time. My Emperor. Hanging up my helmet had been the hardest thing I’d ever done, and I had fought on a dozen systems between Alderaan and Hoth.
That was three years ago.
There’s not much choice for a former-soldier-of-the-empire. Many veterans settled down on a little backwater rock, peddling protection schemes for some fat Hutt. You didn’t hear from them much. They lost themselves in a bottle of fire-water, losing their edge until finally they went to collect an easy debt and found themselves with a clean hole punched through their gut.
I wanted something more. Maybe not a big dream. Definitely not the same kind of pay. But something much more important. I wanted a family.
I used to be a sergeant, back when I had a squad on Tatooine. Now I was a father to a little boy and girl. The similarities outweighed the differences. My wife, Kessa, was the rock. She dealt with the tantrums, the screams and nightmares; from both the children and myself.
I’d crashed out. Failed a routine psych-eval. I didn’t know why and the autodocs couldn’t fix whatever it was that had broken. A broken fighter. A broken father.
Kessa had found me, crying into a towel, leaving the kids to run wild in the dim apartment. She sat beside me. Took my hands away from my face. And kissed me.
“There’s nothing you cannot do,” she whispered into my ear.
“It happened again.” My composure was shot, but she took my hand. “I was buying a new astromech. I wanted it to be a surprise. And the sales rep, he points to an R2 unit and I…”
I broke down again.
“Shh, shh,” Kessa purred. “I know.”
“I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I just stared at them and I… I started screaming.”
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