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Jae shook her head, frowning. "How can you know this story from all angles, Old Man? I could by you peering into the thoughts of one of the characters if you had been there, but you've spoken about the thoughts of three people so far." The patrons who were absorbed in the story frowned at the Imperial interloper, annoyed at her interruption. "I know what they was thinkin' for the sake of a good story. Now shut yer yap if y'a'int got nothin' constructive to add!" The Old Man's tone caught her off guard, and she indeed did fall silent.

Mustang took another long drink of Caf, savoring the texture of the warm drink before continuing. "So Char acted like a dumbass and got himself fried, busted up, and knocked out.When he was in the Clone Wars, they used to say his head was harder than his helmet, but I guess this is the second time Covetous has proved that false, eh?" He chuckled to himself, and continued. "Alana yelled at Tower somethin' fierce after that for throwin' a grenade into the mess when he already knew she could toss 'em back, but he just shrugged her off, pointing out that it was the only weapon he had, and she should just be happy somebody had thought to shoot after the Sith. Delah was giggling nonstop at this point, And hen Alana turned her angry gaze on the Twi'lek, she just held up a small hologram of the last few moments of the fight captured by the scope of her blaster. Covetous stood over Char, white lightning crackling, when the first grenade hit her in the breast, bouncing off to land at her feet. She looked down confused, only to have the grenade blind her. as she stumbled back, shaking her head, another grenade hit her in the forehead, landing at her feet. Delah stopped giggling long enough to gasp 'nice shot' before collapsing into another giggling fit. Tower just nodded all cocky like, as he was prone to doin', as if that's all that needed to be said, and Dinh sighed. grumblin' somethin' about kids. Khef seemed the only one with enough wits about 'im to try an take care of Char, who was at this point layin' on the ground and bleedin' up a storm in his helmet."

"How did he get injured while wearing a helmet?" The Old Man raised an eyebrow at Jae, who seemed to have dropped her earlier doubts, and shrugged. "It was the grenade that did it mostly, the concussion slammin' the helmet against his head, and then his head hittin' the other side of the helmet when he hit the ground. Split his forehead wide open, as well as givin' him a some neck trauma, breakin' his nose, and givin' him a concussion, which explains the addled thought process toward the end there." The teal Twi'lek romantic spoke up. "So did Alana treat him, then?" "Naw, she was too busy dealin' with her own bruises and cracked ribs from havin' a Mando land on top of her, plus the burns and bruises from the various close calls with a lightsaber and Covetous's kicks. No, Khef did most of the treatment to Char, with the exception of re-stitchin' his hip. Alana did volunteer for that, since she had smaller and more dexterous fingers. Of course, you can imagine how that went..."
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