Sunlight drifted through the leaves on the pleasantly warm afternoon. Manicured trees stood tall and proud with grass as lush as fine carpet growing about their roots. Chandrila was often like this. A paradise world that was practically comforting down to its molten core. Lieutenant Velt had a fleeting smirk at a funny thought. The soil where Vera Coulter would be buried juxtaposed against her demeanor. This planet was sweet, soft, and pleasant. She might've found it annoying in her rough-and-tough way. That smirk drifted back to a stoic frown. She had to be buried here because her Tionese space was occupied by the Sith Empire. Here she would be laid to rest until her remains could be rightfully returned to her people. Whenever that was. History had a long arc and Corran hoped it arced towards justice.
Lieutenant Velt himself was dressed in his best uniform - the one he wore for his induction into the Sector Rangers. Not everyone had one or even kept theirs, but he did. It was finely pressed with dress pants tucked into finely polished boots. A jacket with squared shoulders made him even seem more rigid than normal. A cap with a visor provided shade over his eyes as he watched over Vera's casket. There was no lectern or elevated platform. They were all equals here. Mortals mourning the loss of a comrade.
"Thank you all for coming," Corran began, nodding to the assembled crowd, "It is today that we lay Ranger Vera Coulter to her eternal rest." He gulped dryly before continuing. "I don't... have any prepared remarks, but I want to share something. Vera was a good ranger. Tougher than Rancor leather and the temperament of a living one. Hero doesn't quite do her justice. In my personal life, she gave me my first flying lessons in a starfighter. Live fire included." He chuckled weakly, visibly remorseful over an old memory before gathering himself. "She never shirked her duty and stood by her comrades always. At the battle of Byblos. Even at the very end. Bravery is too weak of word to ascribe to her. She'd brook no tears among us and I hope we can take her spirit of courage and resilience with us all."
Corran turned on his heel, took a step backwards off to the left and stared at the casket now. "Her final oath was Defend and Protect. We, as the living, now have the duty to carry on this last wish. Her legacy binds us and for that, we are grateful. Your watch has ended, Ranger Coulter. There is rest." The blond ranger stiffly saluted and remained in that position as the honor guard raised their ceremonial blaster rifles equipped with blanks. Twenty one shots in a steady cadence provided the final farewell to one of the most hard-bitten people Corran had ever met. The galaxy would surely miss one of its most stalwart defenders. Her casket was lowered into the ground and her memory passed into legend.
A large white tent had been set-up on the grounds for after the ceremony. Some refreshments were available and tables for those who wished to talk or grieve together. Corran took off his cap and tucked it under his arm. He stood off to the corner, his gaze holding onto the marble tombstone that bore record of one that was now gone. The blond ranger wouldn't linger long here. There were so many other funerals he needed to attend. So many had died at the Byblos prison. Some with large families and some with only him to see them off into the next life. But for now he would grapple with the loss of a friend.
Lieutenant Velt himself was dressed in his best uniform - the one he wore for his induction into the Sector Rangers. Not everyone had one or even kept theirs, but he did. It was finely pressed with dress pants tucked into finely polished boots. A jacket with squared shoulders made him even seem more rigid than normal. A cap with a visor provided shade over his eyes as he watched over Vera's casket. There was no lectern or elevated platform. They were all equals here. Mortals mourning the loss of a comrade.
"Thank you all for coming," Corran began, nodding to the assembled crowd, "It is today that we lay Ranger Vera Coulter to her eternal rest." He gulped dryly before continuing. "I don't... have any prepared remarks, but I want to share something. Vera was a good ranger. Tougher than Rancor leather and the temperament of a living one. Hero doesn't quite do her justice. In my personal life, she gave me my first flying lessons in a starfighter. Live fire included." He chuckled weakly, visibly remorseful over an old memory before gathering himself. "She never shirked her duty and stood by her comrades always. At the battle of Byblos. Even at the very end. Bravery is too weak of word to ascribe to her. She'd brook no tears among us and I hope we can take her spirit of courage and resilience with us all."
Corran turned on his heel, took a step backwards off to the left and stared at the casket now. "Her final oath was Defend and Protect. We, as the living, now have the duty to carry on this last wish. Her legacy binds us and for that, we are grateful. Your watch has ended, Ranger Coulter. There is rest." The blond ranger stiffly saluted and remained in that position as the honor guard raised their ceremonial blaster rifles equipped with blanks. Twenty one shots in a steady cadence provided the final farewell to one of the most hard-bitten people Corran had ever met. The galaxy would surely miss one of its most stalwart defenders. Her casket was lowered into the ground and her memory passed into legend.
A large white tent had been set-up on the grounds for after the ceremony. Some refreshments were available and tables for those who wished to talk or grieve together. Corran took off his cap and tucked it under his arm. He stood off to the corner, his gaze holding onto the marble tombstone that bore record of one that was now gone. The blond ranger wouldn't linger long here. There were so many other funerals he needed to attend. So many had died at the Byblos prison. Some with large families and some with only him to see them off into the next life. But for now he would grapple with the loss of a friend.
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