[hr][hr][center][h3][color=d19f6a][b]Ed Penior[/b][/color][/h3]
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[b][color=d19f6a]Location:[/color][/b] Escaping Space Jail
[b][color=d19f6a]Skills:[/color][/b] 
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[color=d19f6a]"Klara, you said you had something to help us. What is it?"[/color] Ed asked. He was thankful they'd be able to get their stuff. Maybe their ship was still in functioning order and they'd be able to get back to their mission. Or, he supposed, deal with whatever made the Nova Corp lose their collective mind. If they could fix that they'd be able to get back to their mission without looking over their shoulder. 

He hadn't had any luck healing himself. Thankfully, he was doing okay. He stood up. [color=d19f6a]"I'd like to get my stuff too."[/color] At least he had everyone's hair so he had been able to track and heal them. He knew it had been a good idea to get some from everyone. Even though at the time it had seemed...creepy.