<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: Dazed and Confused<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 3 Dark 4 Light<br/><br/>"The chains lie,"  Har-Vey said.  He watched, impressed as the Trandoshan broke his chains.<em> Reptilian.  Probably won't feel the pain for a few minutes.  Might even be able to break somebody else out before the slavers get back.  I wonder how many more of them there are.</em><br/><br/>He was even more impressed when the woman who had mocked his statement of not being a slave literally picked somebody's pocket from across the room.  His eyes widened further when the lightsaber ignited.  It was a legendary weapon, mystical even.  Half the stories made the Jedi out to be fallen heroes, the other half made the out as a once great order that had grown too bound up in their own importance and had fallen not only from grace but also from their lofty perch as guardians of the public.  It wasn't the first time greed and power-lust had brought a once benevolent organization to their knees.<br/><br/>He was relieved to hear that neither woman was a Jedi.  They dwelt in secrecy, if they still lived and the could either convince everyone in the room that they were not, in fact Jedi or they could kill all the witnesses.  Har-Vey was more than willing to allow himself to be convince, if the alternative was an encounter with that weapon.<br/><br/>"Har-Vey," he said to Tartris, as he began moving towards the door, hoping to make it to the side before it opened again.  It felt good to move his legs; they were cramped from being forced to crouch.  They were long and powerful.  He doubted he'd be able to do much more than stun a Gammorean but he'd likely be able to come close to decapitating the Toydarian, should the kick land properly.  They'd made a mistake in not rendering him fully naked; they'd left his boots on.