The body of the injured Zabrak dragged behind the Commando droid. The binders were tightly affixed to the wounded target's wrists. It was from the space between the wrists that N4-X4 dragged the zabrak. The smoking hole on the front of the organic's chest would have maybe bothered a non-droid but the bounty hunting automaton was unphased.
Just a meter behind Naxa was another droid. A small saucer shaped ID-21 seeker droid. Two manipulators protruded, poised like mantis legs with two shock prods that made occasional test shocks in the air until the bounty hunter droid stopped outside the ship. He had requested medical aid for the organic's sake. He was a target and worth considerably more alive.
"Doctor Morata. This is N4-X4. I have a patient that is in need of your medical skillset." The vocabulator of the droid was deeper than B1 battle droids. The Arkanaian woman would likely see the elctrostaff along the droid's back as well as the rest of his attire since he was not concealing himself like he did on occasion. Nar Shaddaa was not calculated to be a place that would be bothered by a battle droid for law abiding sake so long as he did not travel to the more 'civilized' parts of the planet. The zabrak coughed a little. Thankfully the blastvest the horned man had been wearing was what likely saved his life. Even then, their two hearts forced Naxa to follow up with some stun shocks.
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