<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CyTtAD4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kixia Unyete<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Respite Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>13/13<strong>Strain:</strong>12/12<strong>Status:</strong>Fine<br/><hr/><br/>What a piece of junk.<br/><br/>That said, couldn't be too picky with your choices of vessels. Sometimes, you just had to pick one and hope it didn't explode in hyperspace. With how many rather...colorful characters there were around, he had to wonder if he'd rather get blown up. He had taken to the lounge for two reasons-one, it was a better place to sit than the cramped quarters he had been assigned, and two, it allowed him to practice some of the lessons his former mentor had taught him. Opening his mind, feeling the connections that the Force made between people, to sense what was unsaid and unheard. Not that it was his strong suit. His only really trick was taking that power inward, enhancing his abilities.<br/><br/>He was, however, mostly distracted by that givin over by the wall. Something about his disposition just made his eyes keep drawing back to him. His master had warned that strong emotions-whether joyous or depressive-could cause a disturbance in the Force. He kept forcing himself to look away, not wanting to stare at the man, which allowed him to catch the looks of several others. A Kel Dor and a Falleen, starting a conversation that the Kel Dor seemed completely uninterested in. A Nautolan, her human companion, who seemed to be fidgeting a lot. A few others as well. His brass knuckles were still in his pocket. He didn't think that he would need them. Really hoped he didn't.