For this fiction you're a Tarenti that's fallen in the battle field. Through the Force you've maintained a presence with sentient thoughts and feelings though your body has long been burnt to ashes. Unfortunately, your anger and opinions have prevented you becoming one with the Force and have not yet learned to appear to others. Instead your forced to follow around your fellow Tarenti and observe the Dark Crusade and the pauses all around you as you work towards earning the right to interact with the living...

Minimum of 600 words with no maximum. For grading I will be utilizing the rubric Sarin/Pravus shared in his latest Voice of the Brotherhood report. Entries are due by August 15th, 2359 EST.