Xy'lo sat there, looking through the force and observing the situation with his feelings. The teacher had painted a perfect picture with the force. Everything she said was making since, adding to the realness of what she intended. Now, he could "see" the unnaturalness of the force around her...
Xy'lo rushed through the crowds and almost knocked over a few in the process. He apologized sincerely and continued on. He was late. He was suppose to be helping to get these people off this planet but he got lost within the walls of this place. It was frustrating. He didn't think this mess...
Vent walked into the bar a little late. He had other obligations, on top of checking his armor and weapons. This time around, he made sure he had all of his toys with him. He had his 558 on his back. He had his Mandolarian ripper. He brought along various grenades, including thermal detonators...
Xy'lo leaned in a bit to get a better view of the mans hands. His eyes widened a bit. His scars surprised and scared him more than he thought. He sat back in his chair and marveled at the thoughts of what happened to Vaeyor. This man has seen the worst of torture. The thought of someone existing...
Vent listened to the kid, taking in what he was saying. If he was lying, he wasn't doing a very good job. He was panicky, he started to sweat in the cool room. Vent put his hand up to his mouth and wiped at it a little. There was something more going on with this kid but he couldn't quite place...