<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: Down boys....<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/>The Twi'lek had a point.  "True that," Har-Vey said.<br/><br/>He looked back at the Gammorean whose severed arm he'd just tried to reattach.  "Now don't give me that look," he said, as if he were chastising an unruly child.  "I didn't cut it off.  I'm the one who did you a favour of trying to put it back on.  If I were you, I'd sit back and relax and try not to move.  That coagulation ring isn't designed to knit the muscle and bone back together unless you're not moving.  You won't be able to feel anything but that doesn't mean you aren't doing more damage. You're going to need a prosthetic if you want to get your arm back.  If not, they're going to call you Lefty. So do what I tell you and just lie back against the bulkhead and rest until all this mess is over, one way or the other."<br/><br/>Har-Vey wasn't even certain that the thug could even understand him.  His bedside manner was certainly not at its best but then he wasn't really at a bedside.  He was in the belly of some freighter that was under fire. He was hoping that it was whatever passed for law enforcement.<br/><br/>He looked at the second Gammorean, the one who looked like he was about to cut and run.  "Rest easy," he said.  "Right now, this is the safest place for an injured person to be.  Nobody is trying to kill you and as long as you don't do anything stupid, it will stay that way."<br/><br/>"Is that the hatch to an escape pod?"  he asked, looking at Neesarozul.  Twi'leks, with their Lekku trailing down their backs, always looked sad to him, even when smiling.  Then again when a Lepi's ears drooped like that, it was because they was sad, depressed or utterly exhausted.<br/><br/>