Keepin Corellia Weird
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IumYMCllMsM
Another mission, and another near failure. Casualties far too high for the units he had led. [member="Coren Starchaser"] had urged him back to the field, and he had taken to it quickly enough. Now he sat at the Starbird cantina, a row of empty shot glasses before him. He longed for Corellia. For his family. For the son he knew he had done right by in giving him over to the Order to raise. Certainly his mother, nor him were really parental material.Each shot glass had been preceded by a name, and he was fast approaching a well-intoxicated state even for him. A final glass was slammed down, and he burped loudly, and tried to grab the attention of the bartender studiously ignoring him. Conveniently, the bottle came off the shelf and to his hand on a wobbly wave of telekinesis. And thus began the journey again.
Corellia was fine without him. The Alliance rose to greater heights and then fell all without him. He was no general, and his saber skills had fallen from where they once were. Generally, he was useless.
[member="Romi Jade"]