Y̶o̶u̶ a̶r̶e̶ r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶.̶ T̶h̶e̶ J̶e̶d̶i̶ a̶r̶e̶ t̶r̶u̶s̶t̶w̶o̶r̶t̶h̶y̶.̶ How would we though all we know is war...

I̶ h̶o̶p̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ o̶n̶c̶e̶ w̶e̶ w̶i̶n̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ w̶a̶r̶ y̶o̶u̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ J̶e̶d̶i̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶ n̶i̶c̶e̶ l̶i̶f̶e̶.̶ Well brother I hope you are still alive when we win.

Kandosii sa ka'rota, Vode An

In battle and at the bar once we win!

For the Republic!

“...Use it to mark his grave. So when we come back once we win, we will know who we are burying... Did he have a name?”

“What’s the condition of Striker’s body?” He asked as he carved the fallen clones name on a piece of scrap metal with a Viro-blade.

“His blaster?”

“We can burry the Vanbrace, use the blaster as a tombstone, and use his helmet as a marker.”

“Agreed.” He had had a trench shovel with him already. He had been burying bodies all day. He started to dig a small hole for the vambrace.

“One imdomitable heart, Brothers All! Corcuscant's Wrath, we Brothers All! And glory! Eternal Glory! We shall bear it's weight together! Forged like the sabers in the fires death, Brothers All!”

He nodded as he finished digging the hole. “Ready when you are.”

Vicro welded the scrap of metal with Striker’s name on it to the blaster then placed the helmet on the butt of the rifle. “ Do you wish to say any words?”

“Then we shall let vod Striker rest.”

Not able to hold his booze head ass!