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//VOICE ID... UNKNOWN...
"Listen... I don't know if this is ever going to reach you. I hope your old frequency is still functioning... I just have to try. I know you're out there somewhere, fighting your fight. I know for you it never really ended. I think I get it, and I know what other people think about you.
I know you, though. They just know a name on some datapad. That's not who you are.
Remember that time we went to Hosnian? Mom was there to see some relatives and you came along as a guest. There was that son of some friend of Dad's... bratty little porg boy. I punched him in the nose after he tripped me, and after mom yelled at me and sent me to my room, you came up later with a whole plate of these little baked things. You didn't say anything. You just set them down on that end table and sat there until I started bawling like a baby.
I felt like hell. You never judged me. You just put your arm around me and let me cry it out.
There, you said, feel any better?
I didn't, but I was happy you were there. You called me 'little sun' and took me to this shady little diner behind Mom's back and let me order whatever I wanted. She still doesn't know.
That's the Dorn I remember.
They talk about you like you're a monster.
I know they're wrong."
//SILENCE...
"Just... promise me you'll do what you have to do and come home, okay? I don't think I can do this without you."
//TRANSMISSION... END
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Dorn: A Star Wars Story
Fanfiction-Sequel to 'Buckets: A Star Wars Story'- **New Version** TK-65780. Major. Bucket. Dorn. All names that Ithan Ruana has known in his lifetime, all that live in the back of his mind. Times change. The Empire falls and the New Republic Rises in its pla...
