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Vaxus stood over the white haired, golden-eyed woman, his vibrosword leveled at her throat. Their fight had been long and hard, but he finally had her beat and was ready to deal the killing blow. He raised the bladed weapon over his head, preparing to bring it down on her head, when the report of a blaster pistol rang out. Looking down in shock, he noticed the all too familiar sleek chrome-plated pistol in the woman's hand, and the smoking hole in his leg. With a scream, he collpased into and the world went dark.
The Zabrak sat bolt upright in his bunk breathing hard, the faint smell of charred flesh and melted armorweave still lingering in his nose. Sighing, he swung his legs over onto the floor and put his head in his hands, noting with a twitch of irritation the dull pain in his hip as he maneuvered his new prosthetic around. It'd been a just over a month since he'd be released from the hospital after recuperating from the surgery that had installed the artificial limb, yet his body was still adjusting to it. 'The doctors said it would take quite a while before it felt even remotely natural,' he mentally chided himself, 'so stop whining ad be happy it isn't worse.'
Standing up, he moved over to his quarter's refresher station, walking with a slight limp. After a short shower, he dressed himself in his armour and walked out into the corridor of the Desolator, heading towards the armory to pick a few things. As he walked, he triggered his comlink and contacted the hangar crew chief. "Have my personal fighter prepped and fueled for take-off, I'm heading planetside."
The Zabrak sat bolt upright in his bunk breathing hard, the faint smell of charred flesh and melted armorweave still lingering in his nose. Sighing, he swung his legs over onto the floor and put his head in his hands, noting with a twitch of irritation the dull pain in his hip as he maneuvered his new prosthetic around. It'd been a just over a month since he'd be released from the hospital after recuperating from the surgery that had installed the artificial limb, yet his body was still adjusting to it. 'The doctors said it would take quite a while before it felt even remotely natural,' he mentally chided himself, 'so stop whining ad be happy it isn't worse.'
Standing up, he moved over to his quarter's refresher station, walking with a slight limp. After a short shower, he dressed himself in his armour and walked out into the corridor of the Desolator, heading towards the armory to pick a few things. As he walked, he triggered his comlink and contacted the hangar crew chief. "Have my personal fighter prepped and fueled for take-off, I'm heading planetside."