*Cracken walked cautiously through the smoke, rifle at the ready. he slowly walked, and heard a moaning. He headed toward the sound, and found Starr, his body failing.*
Starr: I'm...... *cough* sorry....
It's alright, young one. You have done me a favor. Rest now....
*Cracken, unflinching, fired a single shot, ending Starrs suffering.
As he sat down, Cracken lit another cigarette, and wiped a single tear from his eye. he took Starr's Lightsaber, and holstered it next to his.*