It has been hard fight again. Raiders had ambushed your party as you were loading the package into your ship. They must have had precise knowledge about you operation, hitting you at it's most vulnerable stage. Things had taken a turn for the worse when a grenade exploded sending the hired help for this job drifting off into space, and leaving you incapacitated with a broken wrist, ribs and fast escaping oxygen.

Luckily your trusty friend Frax had been there, staunchly fending off the attackers even after his ammunition had run out. In the end he had managed to give the raiders the slip as he dragged you into the loading bay. You know he could have easily left you there and escaped with the cargo. It wouldn't even have been immoral to do so.

But here you are, in the med bay of you ship, the Andruomo. Your rips a still aching every time you move you upper body but the medical droid has clearly outdone himself this time. You probably will be able to leave the bed later this day bearing nothing but a few scars more. All thanks to Frax. As you start to wonder about how to thank him the door slides open and your reptilian crewmate enters. You see the scales forming his face light up into a smirk as he sees you.

"Commander Joyce, you are looking much better."