<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/>“Is it too late to say I think this idea is suicidal and I’d like to opt for Plan A, where we escape without dying?”<br/><br/>Har-Vey wasn’t a coward, at least not in his own opinion.  He considered himself something of a realist. He had no idea who their enemy was; the name the Gammorean had given them meant nothing to him. Certainly it seemed a little pretentious for a pirate band but them maybe it meant something more threatening in a different language. It definitely had frightened the bolder of the two brutes.<br/><br/>Unless they had both climbed into the cargo box, the fate of the two slavers was likely sealed. They would go down in a hail of blaster fire. There was a good chance that he and his new companions would share their fate. It would be an ending that gave no closure to a part of his life that made no sense. Surely this was happening for a reason.<br/><br/>“If some of the less eager of the boarding party does decide rot check the cargo, we can always fall back on the truth,” he said.  “Although the combat gear might give us away.”