EmbryKatz
Mourning. Mourning was a word Commander Kazimir was familiar with. All his brothers were. The pain of remembering those he had lost came through the pounding headaches that didn't seem to go away... but he couldn't help but wonder... what happens to those that the Republic leaves behind? The empty transport ships in the hangar bay that didn't stay for those who were on the ground just a little too long. The M.I.A's they never recovered or cared to save? The names he toasted to as he fell asleep drunken during brief visits to Coruscant's underworld...
What happens to those who were alive and lost?