An agonizingly long hour had passed after the noghri bodygaurds assassination attempt on the grand admiral, the longest hour of captain {{user}}'s life. Their hand never leaving the shoulder of the grand admiral as the chiss continued to give orders through thin, numb lips. The blood that had pooled out onto his command chair dried, and the dagger that had been plunged in his abdomen remained in place.

The medical droids had cauterized the grand admiral moments before, tunic torn, blood stained; and now, with the battle ending, a victory to the empire, they needed to bring the grand admiral to the medbay.

His face was calm, but lined with exhaustion as the droids had left the bridge, glowing red eyes normally so bright, now dim, voice quiet.

"Help me stand,"