Straight form the planet of Telos IV came Zaren Bouqi's shuttle. The shuttle that he had used to escape from the Sith that would have killed him if it wasn't for the opportunities that had shown themselves to him, and him leaping upon them and making his escape. It had taken time, but now, somewhere in Republic Space, his ship was travelling to a space station where he hoped he could receive medical aide. He needed it after the wounds that he had taken from the Sith known as the New Order.
His communications array was sending out a text message. A message that was calling for help from anyone that could offer it, while the medical droids upon his shuttle did what they could within the medical bay. He was there, while the ship was upon autopilot. It was the only way for him to get to a Republic facility, especially since he doubted he could speak in his current situation.
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His communications array was sending out a text message. A message that was calling for help from anyone that could offer it, while the medical droids upon his shuttle did what they could within the medical bay. He was there, while the ship was upon autopilot. It was the only way for him to get to a Republic facility, especially since he doubted he could speak in his current situation.
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