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“Your friend is fine,” says the 2-1B medical droid as he oversees Kuvasz on his bed. You stand over his bed with Vikker, crossing your arms. Kuvasz lies there, barely awake, but looking better than last night at least. A bacta patch crosses over his chest where the lightsaber hit him. If he hadn’t been wearing that armor, you’d probably be only looking at half of a Mandalorian right now. “There are extensive burns across his chest, but they should heal with some bed rest and regular application of bacta. Admiral Reike has informed the medical staff to keep you supplied. I must admit, I have not ever had a subject with this much external scarring so it was a very interesting experience.”
“Hey, I’m full of surprises,” mutters Kuvasz.
Vikker pats Kuvasz on the arm. “Feeling better at least, old man?”
“Where’s that nurse?” asks Kuvasz. The 2-1B tilts his head. “There was a nurse here with a very fine rear, I think Rhys and Vikker’d get a kick out of it.” You look at the 2-1B.
“Painkillers,” says the 2-1B. Ah. That explains it. “Should wear off within the hour.” Kuvasz groans, trying to sit up. The 2-1B gently pushes him back into bed. “In the meantime, he will be ready to join you soon.”
“Thanks, Doc.” You nod. You and Vikker turn around and start walking out of the medbay. “You know, Vik, we got lucky. Real lucky.”
“Wouldn’t have happened if you had left the girl back at the ship,” he says. You roll your eyes. If he didn’t want that, he should have said something. The door out of the medbay opens, and the two of you start heading down the hallway. Technicians and engineers were busy at work removing panels and checking electrical wires, apparently diagnostics after the battle that you had missed. Makes you wonder if Eudora is okay. “Listen, Rhys. I think we need to have a serious talk.”