<strong>Name:</strong>Har-Vey<br/><br/>Wounds: 0/12 - Strain: 0/13 - 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: Telling an injured Trandoshan what to do.  What could go wrong?<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/>"I couldn't pilot that thing in a straight line through open space with any expectation of success,"  Har-Vey said.  "So somebody else is going to have to prep the ship.  I'm not exactly a gunslinger though.  To be fair, I've never fired a blaster in my life.  What I can do is open lockers and look for emergency packs."  He smiled at the Twi'lek.  "If it turns out we need to double up on the Gammorean suit, I'm take the front so you don't need to worry about me poking you places you don't want poked."<br/><br/>He turned to look at the others and rubbed his hands together.  "Let's try not to get too shot up, shall we?  I cringe at thinking about having to patch any of you up in the hold of this rust bucket.  You'd all need tetanus boosters."