Chapter 9
Nute Gunray's Prospective
A Neimoidian clad in a dark purple hooded cloak
Baring a long scar,
A grim reminder of what took place on Mustafar
All those years ago.
The lone survivor carries a cold and lifeless broken body;
Another member of my species.
Cradling my brother close to my chest.
I suddenly stops in my tracks,
Unable to continue my travel.
Gunray.
I hear a voice in my head,
Sounding familiar, as it calls out to my.
Rune...?
You must take my body back.
You know what they do to you, if I do, right?
I do.
Will I ever see you again?
You will.
A smile appeared on the former Neimoidian viceroy's face,
As I spoke to myself. Even in death, you're still with me.
I had come home, hoping to have my advisor,
Who had serve him so loyal by my side to the very end.
Be given a proper burial,
Only to be told that his body was far too gone for that to happen.
In order for my advisor to truly be at peace, was for his body to be burn.
I watched them take MY brother's body from MY grasp,
without much of a protest or hesitation,
As they prepared it before the ceremony could begin.
I fell to my knees, pouring out my grief and brotherly love for my dearly departed advisor,
Letting the racks of sorrow consume me.
Knowing that someday I would be reunited with him again on the other side.