<strong>Name:</strong>Har-Vey<br/><br/>Wounds: 0/12 - Strain: 2/13 - Soak: 2<br/><br/><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 to Swift Vengeance<br/>Content: Turn your head to the left and cough.<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 4 Dark 3 Light<br/><br/>Har-Vey nodded. “I would not be so unprofessional as to dally with a female when there are injured in need of tending,” he said. “No matter how charming she might be.”  Having an interest in hybridization didn’t make the medical officer a bad person. Putting it before her duties might.<br/><br/>Had-Vey also took warning in the commander’s use of the word ‘intact’. For him it held connotations of castrations. He hoped he would never find himself anything other than ‘intact’. The fact that the medical officer was clearly delighted to find him fully functional spoke volumes about what usually happened to Lepi who found themselves in this part of space. For a moment he wondered how his new companions were doing and hoped he wouldn’t see them on a table in need of medical attention before the slavers were defeated.<br/><br/>“How many injured are there that don’t trust you?” Har-Vey asked the medical officer.<em>And how many are like that because they are not fully humanoid and male?</em><br/>