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Silent night. Holy night.
The transmission was overwhelmed with static, but he loved this song.
His ship purred over Serenity Valley.
All is calm. All is bright.
He pulled a lever. Pushed a button.
He had his orders. End the war.
The bomb dropped.
Round yon virgin, mother and child.
He hated this part. But he was building a safer ‘Verse for his girls.
Detonation and the screams of Browncoats.
Holy infant so tender and mild.
The announcement came. Independents surrender. The war is done. Victory.
But it would haunt his memory.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.