"Okay," Ryder said without a single ounce of apprehension in his voice "Just don't make me regret this, please. You seem like an alright guy and I really hate killing." He started for the door. "Just stay here a minute, I'm gonna get the drugs then give you a few shots. After that I'll talk to the others and let them know what's happening. Don't want another fight." he said standing at the door before he exited.

A few moments later he returned. "Okay, just sit still. Don't freak out, this is gonna hurt quite a bit." he said, the medical gun clicked as he loaded in the vials and the needles moved into places. "Hold tight." he said, pressing the ring of the needle protector against Vol-Kur's neck. "3...2....1..." *CLICK* a series of needles went off rapid fire. All injecting something else. A warmth spread through Vol-Kur's body, but his vision was showing it would come back. Though it would take some time.

"Sit tight. I'll be back. If you get up to try to figure out the layout of the ship, just be careful. Those crates are more important than you could imagine." he said, "I'll need you to convince the others you are calm. But I will tell them you want to talk." Ryder passed by Beryl as he left handing off his high powered blaster to her, giving her a look that said ‘don’t hesitate if he goes for an attack’.

Leaving his ship, Ryder limped down the ramp. Seeing the backs of everyone looking at something, he caught the smell of burned flesh on the wind. "Gods, what happened?" he said, staggering up beside them, holding his side, and hoping they didn't care too much he was bloody, one side of his face the worse for wear, and his torn shirt revealing the massive lightsaber burn scar on his back. "Why does trouble follow you all everywhere we go?"

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