The Caamasi Gardens of Ord Mantell...a beautiful place for many, and today was a place for Raxis to hide. His normally boyish features were marred in a healing process as he sat on a bench with a cigarette in the middle of the night. The dark haired pilot's left arm was in a sling with a gauze wrapping over his forearm and bacta patches beneath. Scrapes on his face and a wrapped hand on his left arm also completed the ensemble. Bulges under his shirt over his right shoulder give hint to a further group of healing patches. Truly he was alot worse for wear than his normal state. Simply staring at a small fountain, Raxis sits alone in the moonlight.