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[h1][color=9e005d]Stehrr[/color][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Anchorhead Spaceport, B1 Hallway 
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Stehrr stood tensely just behind Sutton as the woman stepped forward to address the troopers in Huttese, his small eyes still glowering distrustfully at the new people though he did lower his weapon ever so slightly in an attempt to appear less threatening.
[b][color=9e005d]“Grrrrrrr….”[/color][/b] the growl that rumbled from deep in his throat had no real meaning, other than to express his displeasure at their current situation. He made no move to lunge for the other group (though every part of him [i]wanted[/i] to, out of sheer instinct), gaze darting from the strange woman staring at Luke, to the Raven’s captain, to Sutton and then back again.


A feeling in his gut told Stehrr that there was something...off, about the woman in the strange makeup. The way she looked at Luke just made the Wookiee feel uncomfortable, though he couldn’t have begun to process that there may have been a shared history between the pair, not without knowing Jaina and certainly not in his current agitated state. 
[b][color=9e005d]“《Luke....why other human female stare at you?》”[/color][/b] he began to enquire, but then Jaina’s blaster fired and the Wookiee was fumbling to grab both Luke and Sutton by the shoulders and pull them backwards out of harm’s way. Thankfully, for some strange reason, the female seemed to be shooting at her own companions and not his, so the Wookiee stopped before he accidentally crushed anyone’s shoulders with his hefty grip, instead standing there to watch Jaina now with a rather perplexed expression on his face.


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


Denali heard Sutton drop into the Hutt language on the other end of the line and fell silent, waiting with baited breath to hear the reply from the other party. The doctor reached up, fiddling with the earpiece in an attempt to reduce the amount of noise feeding into Sutton’s comlink. With Stehrr reacting the way he had, the last thing the group needed was for the other group to notice the devices in Luke and Sutton’s ears.


He waited, holding his breath, for someone else to reply. Then he heard a blaster going off, and felt panic drop into his gut like a rock. 
[b][color=8493ca]“Shit...”[/color][/b] Denali cursed under his breath, fumbling to get a field kit together, just in case. Of course there was no guarantee one of their group had been hit, maybe it was a stray shot or they’d dodged, but if somebody [i]had[/i] been injured, they would need his help. [b][color=8493ca]“Gol, sounds like there’s been some shooting, just be prepared to babysit the Raven with that bucket of bolts if it turns out I need to go tend to somebody!”[/color][/b] he warned the mechanic over the ship’s onboard intercom. With all his supplies gathered together, Denali perched on the edge of his seat and waited, listening intently to the comm channel, for any indication that one of the Raven members out there needed medical attention, all the while hoping that they could get out of the situation without getting hurt. 


He didn’t like to treat patients in the field if he could help it, there were too many unpredictable variables and it was often a risky business, but desperate times called for desperate measures. 



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