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[h1][color=9e005d]Stehrr[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location: The Raven [/b]
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For a while, Stehrr was alone in the main compartment until the ship's doctor shuffled in to join him, settling himself neatly on the edge of the center console. [b][color=9e005d]"《Doc! Is Gol okay?》"[/color][/b] the Wookiee whined at Nali, hoping the Echani man would at least reassure him that the Zabrak would recover even if he wouldn't know [i]exactly[/i] what Stehrr was saying. It hadn't escaped his notice that Gol was limping quite badly when she returned with the new engine parts, and he was more than glad she had at least gone to see the medic. [b][color=9e005d]"《She not hurt bad, is she?》"[/color][/b] 

Suddenly more anxious at the thought that Gol could in fact be seriously hurt, Stehrr began to munch more vigorously on the hunks of bread and cheese clutched in his paw. He almost couldn't hear Nali's answer over the sound of his own chewing.
[b][color=8493ca]"Don't you worry, Stehrr. Gol's gonna be just fine. She just needs to rest up a little while."[/color][/b] Stehrr nodded along as the doctor explained something about "rest". The Wookiee knew next to nothing about medicine but he at least understood what that word meant, and appreciated that Nali tried to make his explanations simple enough for Stehrr to understand without speaking in a patronising manner. [b][color=8493ca]"So I'm gonna need you to keep an eye on her when you're with her today, make sure she's not trying to fix anything and keeps off that foot properly."[/color][/b] 
[b][color=9e005d]"《Stehrr promise, will make sure Gol rests!》"[/color][/b] the Wookiee pilot crowed, his attention diverted as he heard more footsteps down the hallway, indicating someone else might be joining them soon. 

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[h1] [color=8493ca]Denali Keesda[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location: The Raven [/b] [hr]

Nali nodded his head, glad he at least had the Wookiee to back him up somewhat. As much as Gol might protest, he knew she would listen but it was always better to have some back up just in case. After all, he knew putting extra strain on it while it was still healing would only make the damage worse and Gol certainly didn't want that. As Stehrr's attention drifted away towards the sounds coming from other parts of the ship, Nali decided not to pester the Wookiee too much, it was easy to get him annoyed after all and an angry eight-foot Wookiee on a small ship in the middle of a hyperspace route would [i]not[/i] be a good idea, instead letting his own thoughts drift. 

The Echani plucked the vibroblade from its sheath at his belt and turned it over in his hands, examining the weapon for any minor imperfections or blemishes out of mere habit. Of course, there were none now, because he hadn't lifted it against another person in battle in many years, not since his sister Rhine had passed. Despite that, he had gotten used to checking it and the blade still needed to be cleaned and sharpened occasionally in order to keep it in pristine condition. They never knew when or if the crew aboard the Raven would be placed in a situation where Nali may have no choice but to use it and he wanted to ensure he was always prepared for that eventuality. They were still in the middle of a war, regardless of his own personal views on the conflict. 

Hearing someone sniggering, Nali looked up to see Matthew hurrying past the doorway into the main hold covering his mouth and rolled his eyes in exasperation. It would be a matter of mere seconds, he was sure, before the laughter was followed with the enraged shrieks of whichever unfortunate soul--most likely Kayala, Matthew seemed to take a particular liking to getting underneath the Face's skin--had fallen victim to his latest prank.
[b][color=8493ca]"[i]Kriffing[/i] hell, Matthew, what have you done?"[/color][/b] Nali muttered, narrowing his eyes at the mercenary suspiciously.