Cradle to Grave

69, clouds

Flight training was every Initiate's favourite lesson and in this I was the exception. The Flight Instructor thought I just needed encouragement. My peers thought I just needed teasing.

Matters came to a head on the day I took my first solo flight.

There were clouds. I remember that much. They cluttered around my small craft, blurred the glass and I panicked and forgot how to ease out of them.

My next memory was lying in the infirmary, my mouth filled with bacta.

"Fifty stitches!" Garen crowed with glee.

"It's lucky that your head is so thick, Thud-Wan," Siri decided.