As Caizu, 66 and Lang get out of the speeder, Dro-Kar lifts up a worn duffel bag and opens it up. "You go ahead and get us that part," he says to the threesome. "I'm not likely to talk a merchant out of his spare part so I'm useless in there unless you want someone to beat him up. So I'm putting on my armor. When those thugs find us I intend to die in my armored suit. With a blaster in hand and my claws around one of their throats. Just shout if you need me."
The bulky Nikto, who seems rather pessimistic about the chances of escaping from Mos Shuuta, starts getting his gear out of the bag, putting on his armored suit and strapping on the armor plates that cover the most vulnerable areas. He then starts to put on his helmet, custom-made to fit his horned head, but stops when he feels his bruised, swollen head. He opens up a pouch in his utility belt, gets out a stim capsule and injects it into his shoulder, close to the wound. He immediately feels the area going slightly numb, and the kick of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
"Hey, you. Droid," he addresses the medical unit Caizu had persuaded to join them. "My face is all swollen up from the beating that Gammorean gave me. Do you have something to numb the pain and stop the swelling?" As he talks he straps the holster for his blaster pistol to his leg. He then looks at the bloody vibroknife he had used to kill the Gammorean pit fighter, before shrugging and wiping it almost clean on a piece of grease-stained cloth left on the floor of the speeder by a mechanic or someone tasked with cleaning the speeder. He then tucks the knife into his belt behind his back, making a note of the fact that it might help to find a sheath for the weapon if he intends on keeping it.
Dro-Kar uses a single stim to recover 5 wounds. If the medical droid is feeling better it would really help to have it administer first aid. If it is willing, just tell me what dice to roll. With the injuries Dro-Kar has remaining the check will be Easy.