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Jod Na Nawood looked out at the Republic B Wings shooting their lasers to destroy Captain Silvo's pirate ship, his pirate ship. All he had strived for was up in smoke. He would never get those credits; he would probably be arrested and sent to galactic jail; he wouldn't even have a ship any more, and no one would respect him. Still he didn't feel sad or ashamed or scared. Weirdly, he felt warm, thinking about those kids, those sheltered youngling brats who brought him to At Attin. Somehow they had saved the day. Somehow they had saved the planet. Somehow, he felt proud.
His master, Jor Jor Wells, one of the last jedi's words rang in his head. "Yoosa in big doodoo now Jod Na Nawood. The galaxy is muy cruel and if yoosa cannot thrive, yoosa cannot survive". He always had to be strong. he always had to be out for himself. Even she was killed by an army of clones trying to protect him. He had no one. Except, for a few weeks he had those kids. He showed them how to survive. And they bested him. Them and Wim's dorky dad.
Jod hoped he would get one last chance to see Neel, to see KB. He didnt' care what the Republic did to him. He just watned to say goodbye.