<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 2 Light<br/><br/>Har-Vey found himself holding his breath as they drifted in zero-G.  It was too much like being under water.  He wasn't much of a fan of the return of the gravity either; it landed him on his ears.<br/><br/>How had he gotten here?  He couldn't remember.  It was a blur.  He could remember leaving the hospital.  Then somebody called him by name, someone he didn't recognize.  Beyond that it was all fuzzy.  Had there been a blindfold over his face?  He thought he remembered a sweet chemical smell.<br/><br/><em>I've been shanghaied...</em><br/><br/>After so much time in the darkness, even the dim light of the cargo bay seemed bright.  He fought to keep his balance as the floor was pulled out into the open.  He watched dumbly as their value was declared.<br/><br/><em>You're not a slave, you idiot.  Say something....</em><br/><br/>Har-Vey tried to speak but his mouth was so dry it took almost a minute to get his tongue to work and by that point, the Toydarian and the two Gammoreans were gone.  "There's been a mistake," he said, his voice sounding husky.  Either he'd been a long time without water or whoever had attacked him had used a chemical that left him dehydrated.  "I'm not a slave.  I was jumped.  What was he saying about classes?  Class one and two?  Did that Gammorean say that somebody sold me?"<br/><br/>He looked at the others.  They'd taken away everything except his clothing.  He looked back at his feet.  He was still wearing the very high tech looking boots.  That was something.  He stretched out his legs, showing remarkable flexibility.  He'd be able to kick as far as the Mirialan, maybe even as far as the next woman in line but with chains anchoring him, it would be a short fight with a foregone conclusion.  They needed to get free of the chains before any they could do anything else.<br/><br/>"If any of you has learned the trick of dislocating a thumb to enable you to slip your bonds, I can put it back in again.  I'm a doctor."<br/><br/><br/><br/>