20031125 PBEM

2.32.4787 Republic Reckoning

Nakail awoke from a dream about a vast library, and was momentarily disappointed. Then he realized that he didn't remember how he got to be in the medical bunk. Concerned, he went over recent events in his mind. There was the attack by the bounty hunters on approach to Nar Shaddaa, the fight with Bro'jen over defending the ship (he didn't really get that one, but he had seen it coming), and then... here. They were obviously underway, judging by the sound of the engines.

Since he hadn't gotten all the bounty hunters, perhaps one had gotten a hit in, and the damage had knocked him unconscious. That must be it. He hadn't foreseen To'iir's incompetence, and so therefore, while okay, took a small bump to the head. They must be running away now, so he may have been out for a little while. But at least they showed true friendship and didn't ditch him for such a trifling little fight. The piloting skills of the group may require work though.

With a yawn, he swung himself out of bed, removed the IV drips, and proceeded towards the galley for food, but it appeared that the rest of the ship was more or less deserted. Picking up a manual on engine repair he found, he looked in the fridge and decided just to have dry cereal judging by his experience with the milk last time. He sat down for breakfast.

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Quindo woke up with his alarm, and got ready to go wake Nakail up. Couldn't be long now. Getting his lightsaber and a spare syringe of tranquilizer, he went next door. And nearly screamed when he saw the empty bed. A quick look with the Force had him running towards the galley. "Bastard Sithboy woke up early..." he muttered to himself as he hustled across the ship...