When they reached the Eirami soldier, he was in a crouch. Palms and knees on the ground, a tremor racking his frame from the exertion of holding that position. His hands were red and blistered from the sun, and the blue-green metal plating of his uniform had been badly warped across the shoulders. He lifted his head, mouth ringed with white film as a wheezing sound scraped from his throat.
Gella felt his pain through the Force. So much pain, not just his body but his spirit. What terror had he endured before this?

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