I return with the fulfillment of requests from Laloga. Please enjoy even if you are not Laloga.
Some portions of this, the letters to Flanker, are taken from the Clone Wars comic "Cold Snap" which was published an age ago but that I've never been able to get out of my head. I think it may actually be semi-responsible for kicking off this fic. If you can find I recommend it, bring your hankie though.
Disclaimer: See Ch. 1
Panic: a sudden overwhelming fear, with or without cause, that produces hysterical or irrational behavior.
Tup pulled garrison duty on some backwater ice world ten months ago. He'd found a blood crusted 'pad with letters to clone called Flanker in the snow. He's read them two dozen times. His company transferred to an even more obscure desert world, only Tup made it off.
He lays in his bunk on Umbara and recites each of those letters to himself. When Dogma demands he get up he can't say no. He doesn't want to give up the others but he can't stand to be alone. Krell will find them out anyway. He'll write them after they're gone.