Fading slowly back into conciousness the familiar sight of the medbay came into view. The edges seemed blurred and hazy as he looked at it through the clear, thick liquid.
He had no idea how long he’d been here, whenever the pain got too much the medical droid adjusted the anesthetic and put him back under.
He’d been told his ribs had knitted back together and his skin was healing well. His hair would grow back in time, but the itching in his arm was enough to drive a man crazy.
They said it was a neurological condition. As soon as the cybernetic replacement was fitted his brain would accept the limb was gone and the phantom sensations would fade. But for now it was just another thing fueling his rage.
How had he ended up here? He was the best at what he did, respected throughout the galaxy. You didn’t get jobs like this if you weren’t! Had he got slow, sloppy, were they just lucky?
It was no longer about the bounty, this was about his reputation.
The door slid open and the medical officer came in.
“Good news, I think you’ll be ready to leave by the end of the week.”
Moving closer to the tank and speaking softly so only the two of them could hear.
“I sent the message to your associates. They already have a lead and are waiting for you in orbit.”
That’s when he realised this wasn’t about his reputation at all. This was about revenge!
The droid plugged itself into a console and he felt a surge of drugs hit his system. The room began to fade.