Jango sits in the hanger on the cold floor. Crossed legs, crossed arms, and searching eyes. He silently wonders what is going on. The ship has seen it's fair share of death. Jango has seen it too. His eyes hold the story of a million souls, all of which he could have saved but did not. All of them he loved more than his life. But that one fateful moment full of fear and terror. All of those lives just slipped through his fingers like sand. But he would never kill himself. He knew that his life was to valuable. He knew that he could save more people alive that he could dead.