and seen the video of the First Mother in the DöÈ—varda recordings. How can you-”

Before AldaÑ—r could finish, the High Commander shoved him away, sending him drifting away into the darkness. AldaÑ—r yelped, flailing his arms out try grab something, the mask floating away from his face. He gasped in a breath, this time unable to restrain bodily functions as thick vomit spewed from his mouth. His hand caught on something, stopping the drift. He shot his other arm upward, grasping for the face mask. It was tethered to him, but he couldn’t see where it was.

Holding his breath, groping around in the dark for the mask, droplets of vomit collecting on his exposed skin, all AldaÑ—r could do was watch as the High Commander fiddled with the computer server. AldaÑ—r had no idea w...

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