<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/>There it was. He didn't need the Force to determine that this was suspicious. Large things did sometimes drift into the hyperspace lanes, like asteroids and such, but the painful lack of specifics was what clued Kixia in. Even if you couldn't determine...just make something up. Tell them there was an asteroid.<br/><br/>He got up and casually strolled over to the interior wall. If there was a surprise attack coming, he didn't want to get taken from behind. His eyes swept over the entrances to the Lounge, trying to determine the best place for an invading force to make an entrance, running through possible tactics in his head. Peace and love was great for Jedi, but in his world, violence solved a lot of problems-like someone trying to use violence on you.