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Celebrate Rogue One ♡ Bodhi Rook ♡ Day 4: Smiles and/or Tears

The stormtroopers were closing around the cargo shuttle. Bodhi could tell because, not infrequently, a particle bolt would blaze up the boarding ramp and impact the interior bulkhead, raining sparks onto the floor. Bodhi didn’t know how many of Tonc’s people were still alive, fighting desperately to hold their foes back; nor did he know whether, at any moment, someone might sever the cable snaking up the ramp to the communications console.

He was almost out of time, and all he could think was: I’m sorry, everyone. Sorry for promising what I couldn’t deliver. Sorry for not coming up with a better plan.

He’d tried. That counted for something, didn’t it?