"Mom! They're calling for food vendors. I don't know what we should do. Should we warn them?" Came the call from Little Timmy, Dave's youngest orphan. The mother, she wasn't doing so well, not since Dave had died. The bread winner of the family had left his progeny without their male figure, but the One Sith had been doing their best to support the family, and the benefit on Marna had done wonders. The Techno Union had even stepped in, the capitalists providing college funds to match the ones the Dark Lord and [member="Reverance"] had set up. The problem was, Dave was always remembered for his love of meat and food trucks.
Looking at Tim, she shook her head and sighed. "I don't know what good it will do. It seems that the fighters are keeping away from the planet. Maybe it won't happen to another's family." Maybe it wouldn't.
She could only hope.
She looked back at the family photo, before grabbing the bottle of whiskey. The mother was still not over her husband's death.