<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: Helping the good guys<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tag: Open<br/>Destiny: 4 Dark 3 Light<br/><br/>"I would consider it an honour and a privilege, captain," Har-Vey said.  "I've only got the vaguest idea as to where we are but I'm fairly certain that medical aid is not all that easy to find out here."  He would realize later that he could have planted the seeds of his own reenslavement at that point, under such vague terms as 'forced enlistment' or 'critical personnel acquisition protocol'.  He began gathering his medical equipment, as well as the mini med-droid.<br/><br/>"If you would be so kind as to warn them of my intentions so that your ship's crew don't shoot me for boarding without permission, I'll be on my way."<br/><br/>Assuming clearance was given, Har'Vey stepped through the shattered airlock and onto the Imperial vessel.   Even with the captain's message, he moved slowly, with both hands visible.  His ears were twitching, listening for any sound.  He stopped a short distance in front of the first person he saw, likely a sentry protecting the ship from a counter boarding attempt.  "I'm unarmed.  My name is Har'Vey. The commander of your boarding party indicated that your medical officer could use some assistance.  I'm a medic and I have some supplies.  I was a slave on that vessel until about ten minutes ago.  Permission to come aboard and render assistance?  If you would be so kind as to direct me towards the medical bay?"<br/><br/>He felt vaguely guilty about abandoning the others to the fight, especially the gentle Twi'lek who had helped him treat the Gammoreans. A few of the others almost seemed actively bloodthirsty and what they were going to do would hopefully slake their thirst.  If not, he was in for a rough ride home.<br/><br/>If he ever got home.