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Post by Elifain on Nov 25, 2008 13:57:37 GMT -5
Roland watched as his brother was dragged into the med lab, and quietly sat down in the waiting room. He quietly removed his helmet, and checked his armor for holes that could lead to a fatal wound. He figured that his brother, if he survived, would have to have a replacement prosthetic arm, and a helluva lot of bacta, just to repair the wounds that he took in the fight. He was releaved, when a few hours later, a med droid came out of the room, and said, Your brother will live. we have fixed him up.
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