"Thanks for slicing the door.", Varik said with a grin as he sat up, seeing his friend Traver walk into the room. His pat on the shoulder reassured Varik.
Varik coughed as smoke blew straight into his face. Under normal circumstances, he would have punched Traver in the face, but he was too weak to exert himself at the moment.
''Well, if these things keep happening it won't be a happy ending for any of us. And they ask me why I don't like Jedi.''
"I hear ya.", he said with a groan. "Anyways, I'm going to check on Kif, care to join me?"
He walked down the corridor into the med-bay, where he saw Light checking up on Kif's broken body.
"How is he?", he asked in a worried tone.
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