Bankor

ooc: With Dapper dispensation to retro-activate!

Aran had stumbled through the triage and de-briefing post-mission. During, and on exiting, he found himself running torturously through the same cycle of imagining something worse could have happened (if one more person had fallen, leaving only him to carry out three others; if he had ever had to face Varo himself in close combat) or how he could have done better (if he had intersected that blaster bolt that caught Azura; could they have saved Hacha?). Emerging in to the general population, he could not begrudge the crew their general celebratory air, but could not participate. With his normal calm eluding him, and running largely on increasingly scant adrenaline and other parts of the post-near-death cocktail his body had created, he decided that sleep was likely to elude him even with his best efforts, and instead resolved on a quest.

And so he came to the Midnight, leaning on his walking staff with one arm and a landing strut with the other, waiting to see if the captain would answer the call-chime.

Jax had heard the team sent onto Varo's ship had made it back and that Azura was in the hospital. He had just finished getting ready when he heard the chime. He rushed to the door and saw Aran.

"Hey, you were on that mission to take out Varo right? Glad to see you're in one piece. How's Azura? I recorded word she is in the hospital but not much else." Jax said trying his best to keep calm on front of this virtual stranger.

Aran switched his other hand to the staff, leaning on it with his full weight. He offered Jax a small, tired smile, and a nod to match. "Captain Dolross. Yes. Azura was awake when last I saw her, although not very pleased about it. She fought well, and will recover fully." He blinked, a little dazedly. His own wounds were minimal and already bandaged, although he hadn't changed, so the burn the heavy repeater had put through his robe looked somewhat dramatic. "May I come in?"