Corr awoke feeling groggy, but thoroughly better. He was still in the hospital... Which was kinda surprising, he should've been in the bacta tanks by now.
No matter, he thought silently.
He gazed around the room, through blurry eyes. It wasn't too shabby. He could survive here... For a while.
At least that incessant Twi'lek isn't here, he thought with a grin on his face.
He wriggled to find a better position on the bed.
It feels like I'm still in my plastics, his mind was starting to function again, Too much time in the field I guess. Can't get rid of that armor feeling... Wait... I am in my armor!!! In the hospital... What the heck was wrong with my arms???
The plastoid ended just above his elbows, after that was pure robot. His arms were no longer organic. They looked like grey battle droid arms.
He tried making a fist... It worked! Aside from the fact that they were three fingered metal fists.
Corr wasn't sure what he was feeling. His my mind was a tornad