What is the most important decision you've made in your life and why?

Late afternoon, and Tarc had just finished eating in the mess hall with the Rogue and Yellow Aces pilots. He liked eating with them; they were noisy and messy, sort of like at home, but different and funny enough that he didn't feel nostalgic.

Now, he was in Tam's quarters on Wolam's shuttle, preferring the ship -- cramped and disorganized as it was -- to the room he had on base, adjoined to the Solos' silent, empty quarters. He sat on top of the bunk, squinting at the pages of a holocam manual he'd found in the main workstation area, comparing the diagrams inside with the 'cam in his lap dubiously.

( quickest and easiest decision of his life, too )

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muse: Tarc
fandom: Star Wars NJO
words: 473