Re: Imperial Conquest
I’ll live.” Fenn smiled at Alo, then closed one eye as he carefully took off his broken lenses. He scrutinized the object with apparent frustration, and explained with clear frustration, “These things aren’t exactly easy to come by.”
The Sith hid the lenses somewhere in the folds of his heavy black cloak. He could fix it with his limited skill in Sith Alchemy, but that involved a lot of blood, time, and energy.
“Here,” Fenn held up his black-gloved hand to the hired mercenary, “Help me up.”
When Alo pulled him up, he gave a sharp cry and quickly grabbed his shoulder as he stumbled to his feet. He gave a sharp intake of breath between clenched teeth against the searing pain that shot through him. Fenn took hold of the black sleeve and ripped it halfway off at the seam, exposing his muscle toned shoulder and the thick sore of black scorched flesh where he had been shot earlier.
He rolled his yellow eyes slightly upward and shook his head.
Methodically he reached into the pouches hanging from his gun belt and pulled out a bacta patch, and stuck it on over the open wound with a slight grimace as he started walking back towards the complex, “Well, Lady Veera, what do you think of the job so far?”