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The nature of this one had eluded him until now. He had seen him before, sure, but Eceil had paid no real attention to the Nautolan, or most of the others for that matter. Thanks to the days work, though, his damn sixth sense was awake and murmuring things Eceil didn’t want to hear. He could feel now that this one was a force sensitive, and that thought suddenly put a sour taste in Eceil’s mouth.
For a while he tried to ignore it, but such a thing is impossible to avoid. It scratches at the back of your mind relentlessly.
Finally, he approaches the creature with a mixed feeling of fear and curiosity. Eceil instantly find himself staring at the Nautolan’s two vibro-swords.
“Vibro-swords? Good luck.” He slowly mutters, in between grinds of his teeth. “You’re not going to find a lot of people on Courescant willing to stand still long enough for you to cut them with one of those things.”
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