In the midst of the action, things tended to happen quickly, sometimes so fast one wouldn't even detect them.

Cutting off droids, putting the citizens out of harm's way whilst avoiding enemy shots and leading troopers represented demanded his complete focus. Everything else remained at the back of his mind during battles, his sole priority was the success of the mission, keeping innocent people safe mattered too much to let himself be distracted.

Such state of mind granted him an unparalleled efficiency, but it occasionally caused him to put his own life on the line a little recklessly as he once again noticed in the aftermath of the fight.

Despite the fatigue that seemed to be Force bent on slowing him down, he kept wandering around to check on his troopers, offering his help to the citizens of the planet.

Meeting the people he saved made the bitter pill of all the sacrifices this war demanded a little less hard to swallow. The sight of children waving at him, families safe, couples reunited helped him clear his mind of the atrocities of the fight at least for a moment and reminded him what he fought for.

Yet his little promenade around camp took a painful turn when a sudden ache started spreading in his body. His steps faltered and he wondered what could possibly be causing such symptoms considering he didn't recall receiving any more than a few scratches during the fight.

The ache grew more painful and before he knew it, his knees buckled under him. A circle of worried faces gradually appeared above him but failed to focus on what they were saying. Pain blurred his mind and soon enough the concerned glances faded as he allowed himself to slip into the welcoming darkness.