<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/><em>Crap on a crutch.</em><br/><br/>Off all the things he expected to hear, himself being mentioned wasn't one of them.  Of course now that the pirates (or were they Strmtroopers?) knew he was there, they were likely going to look for him.  It would likely go easier on him if he came out, rather than making them find him.  He took a deep breath and called out, hoping they were what they appeared to be rather that less savoury types in stolen armour..<br/><br/>"Medic here," he announced.  "Hold your fire."<br/><br/>If they valued the skills of a medic, they wouldn't shoot him.  If they were real Stormtroopers, they likely wouldn't shoot him.  If any of a hundred other conditions were accurate, they might shoot at him but one thing was certain.  If he didn't step out, the others would likely be discovered.  He had no idea about the sniper lining up a shot.  As far as he was aware, everyone was hiding.<br/><br/>He swung one the cargo container door, then stepped out from behind it, both hands clearly visible.  He turned so that the medical bag slung over his shoulder could clearly be seem.  He was pointedly not looking at the two dead Gammoreans; he didn't want to join them.<br/><br/>"I'm unarmed," he said, turning in a slow circle.  There weren't many places to hide a weapon.  Other than the boots, he wore only an apron.  There might have been something in the medical bag but if any of them searched it, they would find only the tools of his trade.<br/><br/>"That helmet must play merry hell with your lekku," he said.  "Unless they've pulled half the padding out.  Even if they did, the pressure on them must give you excruciating headaches.  Of course that explains why you're so willing to remove it."  He looked down at the unconscious Twi'lek on the floor.<em>We would have left her here, except for an accident.</em>"Can I check here?"<br/><br/>