Xieza slipped a hand under his coat to press against his ribs. He silently started to use the force to try and heal his wounds. To distract the others from noticing him doing this, he began to speak.
"I am quite worried about those that you may have pissed off... Even though you didn't give them functional weapons, they still would have their native weapons. Looking at the current situation as we have no transports or anything to move at a decent speed, we will have to move on foot, which means that those people you pissed off are going to want to get back at you and will start following your trail. That will lead them to all of us. So I suggest we move out as soon as possible..."
As he finished saying what he had to say, his wounds were healed enough to where they won't hurt anymore. The ribs were still cracked and injured, just the pain was gone. The man that has been approaching them finally made it to where they were. He looked to be injured as he was propped on an ancient rifle model. The man even wore armor that Xieza had seen in a history book, which was odd. The man spoke and Xieza listened. The man revealed that his name was [member="Farlon Orbit"] . Xieza responded.
"Greetings, Farlon. We are all here from bad luck. Some meteors caused my ship to crash, and I believe the others are stranded here as well from ship crashes. Except for that man."
He pointed at [member="Sam Turain"] .
"I believe he had a speeder crash. He has a ship and has offered us all rides off the planet. The ship is far far away though, so we will have to do some heavy hiking... with some dangerous foes on our tails. You are welcome to come with us, as well, I suppose."