<strong>Name:</strong>Har-Vey<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/ca442772-e588-42e4-9111-05972d090d0c/dchuebq-fc6aec84-6c7c-47ff-9417-a41af1658598.png/v1/fill/w_730,h_1095,q_70,strp/male_viera___final_fantasy_by_sexyloomy_dchuebq-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD00NTAwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvY2E0NDI3NzItZTU4OC00MmU0LTkxMTEtMDU5NzJkMDkwZDBjXC9kY2h1ZWJxLWZjNmFlYzg0LTZjN2MtNDdmZi05NDE3LWE0MWFmMTY1ODU5OC5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MzAwMCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.KEk0O4vL7vZ18qVk5iQl2zJWR7OVl9EAWFNIMH7OhG4)</div><br/>Location: Cargo Bay of the Fate's Fortune<br/>Content: Fighting for freedom and other heroic deeds<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/>They were monsters, straight out of some hellish nightmare.<br/><br/>The were also the most obvious thing standing between Har-Vey and freedom.  Not many took the hiss of a Lepi as any sort of warning.  They were, after all, two meter tall rabbits.  Those few that did understood that the sound was their equivalent to a Wookie's battle roar, significantly quieter but equally serious.  The Gammorean's likely didn't hear the hiss over their own snarling and gnashing of teeth; that didn't mean that Har-Vey wasn't going to war.<br/><br/>Legs meant for hopping were also meant for kicking and Har-Vey was hoping to kick the first Gammorean he could see right on the face.  And as powerful as his kicks were, this time they were going to have a little extra behind them. He was wearing an odd pair of boot, fresh out of the box.  That was the only reason he was wearing them when he'd been captured; he'd picked them up that morning and was trying to break them in.  Shock boots made to fit Lepi were hard to find.  He'd paid far more than he'd wanted to for them but at this moment, they were worth every credit.<br/>