by Durasay Mixo » Tue Jun 05, 2018 7:20 pm
"Surprisingly, other than the leg, I'm not in too bad of shape." He laughed over the comm. "Save the stims... the painkillers will be enough for now." Durasay swallowed down a set of the pills, before checked the rest of his gear. Flipping on the distress signal, sending out the IFF code to the Republic. "Hopefully they'll the find the ship sooner rather than later. At least we can saw we beat them all down, huh?" Another laugh, before a grunt.
Time to find something to act as a crutch.
Pantoran | Peacekeeper | Senator | Commanding Presence | Field Commander | Tough | Enhanced Leader | Strong in the Force
Carries: Paired Heavy Blaster Pistols w/ Bantha Eye Lasersight | Vibrosword (+1 Melee Defense) | Utility Belt with gear | Heavy Battle Armor (1/1 Defense)
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Mando'a, Pantoran
"We won't leave anyone behind."