AliveLeoben stands in the warmth of the hangar deck, his fingers brushing lightly against the Raider's wing. He's taken a hit, low on the side, enough to damage but not to destroy. "Shhh," Leoben says softly, and the Raider's pain thrums down his spine in a series of short flares, vibrating through Leoben's body and lighting behind his eyes. "I ( Read more... )