<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<br/>Content: Lockers<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/>“Now why would they be down a gunner I wonder?”  Har-Vey asked rhetorically. He grabbed the Gammorean space suit and hauled it over to the injured creature. “I’m going to give you a stim shot before I help you into this. It will make you feel like you can wrestle a gundark but that will be the drugs talking. Do not use that arm. You’ll rip the coagulation collar off it and you’ll bleed to death in your space suit and we’ll die of suffocation in the cargo container. Just put your good shoulder against it and let your legs do the work. Once we’ve made it to that ship and we’re on our way, I can double check to make sure you haven’t done any damage.”<br/><br/>The Lepi medic pulled out his stim injector. It would make the Gammorean feel faster and stronger and would dull the pain.  It would not prevent him from injuring himself if he overdid it. “You ready to do this?  It might hurt like hell but it’s your best shot at not either dying or ending up a mine slave. The Empire isn’t fond of those who don’t look entirely human.”  He stroked one of his ears, indicating that he and the Gammorean were, in fact, in the same boat.