<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/>The trooper's reaction caught Har-Vey off guard.  He certainly wasn't expecting them to be suddenly overprotective and concerned that he might have been abused by the Gammoreans.  "Fortunately I do not have a lot of first hand knowledge of Gammoreans, beyond trying to stitch these two back together after a fight," he said.  "But thank you for your concern, officer.  Or is it trooper?  I'm afraid I don't know the proper form of address."<br/><br/>He knelt by the Twi'lek, examining the canister of gas that was being fed to her and turning it off before removing the mask.  "You have a good eye.  Not many would have recognized the canister.  Either you've got a background in anesthesiology, medical gas production or-" he paused, looking up at the trooper as he checked the girl's vitals.  "Or a lot of experience with the slave trade.  Let me say I'm not exactly enjoying my first encounter with it."