Fyor took care to turn his head slowly to face the voice, not wanting to tax his systems anymore than necessary. Although the fog and dullness seemed to have left his mind his lightheadedness was quite apparaent, a reaction to his sudden movement and the change of bloodflow around his brain. As he was turning, he began to digest what the voice had said.

When his eyes finally made it round to the area from which the voice came, he saw a dull, almost gray skinned figure seem to loom from out of the darkness at him. Fyor was however, more interested to figure out who he was talking to and why- as well as finding out how he had made it Bonadoon, then to truley take a moment and examine his questioner. His head still throbbing he blurted,

"Who are you?"

The man smiled, and nodded his head. "My name, is Katta. I'm a member of Vinda-Corp," he paused for a moment, examining Fyor.

"You, as well as many of your crewmen, were brought here subsequent to the battle at Aaguaru."

The medical droid was having an electric fit behind Fyor, apparently it was reading some fluxuation in the former Jutraalian admiral's body.

"Sir, sir!" it cried, the digitized voice sounding distressed, "Please lay back down, or you will faint from loss of blood to the head!"

"Get some rest, Fyor," said Katta, "Mr. Vinda will be down to see you later."


(OOC: Well, that wraps this up. Check the VC board, Fyor.)