Nico sat at the royal palace dining table. Alone.
The halls were dark as only the moon's light illuminated the glum corridors.
The golden curtains had been replaced with black sheets.
The royal palace's golden walls had been covered in black, as had the streets, as the planet mourned the loss of the King and his men.
There was a sense of suspense around, as a succession crisis was nigh.
Nico didn't care much though.
He sat, staring at the empty chairs.
He stared into the ashy fireplace that had once illuminated the warm halls.
He looked again at the empty chairs where his friends had once sat.
Once again, he was the last man standing. The only survivor.
R3 came into picture, nestling next to the smuggler.
"R3 = Found possible lead on Mara!"
Nico took a swig from his flask and looked down at the droid.
"Thanks, R3. But forget it. She's gone. I'm sorry bud."
R3 responded with a sad noise but remained by his friend's side.
Nico sighed before raising a glass to his friends... his family. And the loss of those he'd loved.
He thought of the day he'd see them all again.
He dreamed of a life with Mara.
A life he'd never have.
But still, he dreamed anyway.
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Star Wars The Old Republic: The Jedi Crusader
Science FictionAs the war seemingly quietens down with the Republic and Empire signing a treaty, the peace remains fragile. Tension remains lingering as Jedi Battlemaster Mara Tallian remains vigilant and ready for war, despite the Jedi's wishes. But when a trag...
