He had not expected to see that name on this list.
Or rather, he had hoped he wouldn't.
The report was several days old, information rarely reaching the remote garrison of his exile while it was still new, still fresh. His guilt increased with each familiar number, with the knowledge he was days, weeks late in grieving.
Pain which intensified at the sight of one designation.
He wondered how it happened, wondered why "deceased" instead of "KIA" illuminated the screen at the end of the achingly familiar number, wondered again if he had made that sacrifice in vain.
His brothers were still dying, dead.
It didn't matter, he consoled himself. They'd all be corpses in the end.
A bolt to the head hadn't stopped Krell from being right.
A klaxon sounded once, signaling the beginning of the next shift. He stood and collected his plain helmet, no longer adorned with the blue mark mimicking his chevron tattoo, and left for his shift. The console screen remaining glowing, abandoned if not forgotten.
**CT-5385 "TUP", 7/501/TORRENT, Kamino, DECEASED**