The shots came on down to Keith, Danny firing them without even looking, it was only luck that they had missed his vital organs and pierced his legs. The commotion rose around the whole bar, and even rose some more as some guy with a militaristic look, combat vest and all, along with a machine gun, flipped around a table and did some stuff.
The adrenaline wasn't enough to mask the pain Keith felt, he screamed at first, although getting used to it, and calming his voice. Danny's 'minions' let go of Keith when Danny got out of the bar, the militaristic guy with the weird helmet came over to Keith.
''Not smart....but perhaps you could be of some use to me...''
The guy took out something that looked like a first aid pack and held it to Keith.
''I scratch your back, you scratch mines...''
Just then the Barkeep came along, giving a glance at the guy with the gun, and then looking over at Keith's wounds.
''Alright Mikey...looks like none of 'em hit the bone, yer god damned lucky, I told ya to not mes-''
''Screw that idiot, if he can't do s*** alone''
The pain still in him, he eyed the Rogues that had held him down and beat him before Danny had taken the shots, Keith spit at their feet.
''I'll be seeing you bastards later''
The Rogues looked tough 'en all, but Keith could just feel them backing away. The Barkeep took the aid kit from 'the guy', and looked it over.
''Nah, this wont do nothin', if ya really wanna help, help me get him to Medical''
They lifted Keith up, each taking one shoulder around their necks as he laid all his weight onto them, lucking he wasn't that heavy, they took Keith out of the Bar and headed for the Medical Bay.
