Thraxis would look to him, laid out on the floor, still exhausted from the running, "Wha" he would force himself too say, only to be stopped by the heavy panting, "Who is it?" he would inquire, forcing himself up from the floor, he would look to him, he had no real interest in who it was, he did not really know the crew on a close enough level to care, "Also, who killed him?" the air starting to refill himself and starting tor regain his breath.
NPC
"Don't know, looked like a Bothan to me though." he would respond, his face flustered from the running around he had been doing for his higher ups.
Character
Thraxis eyes become engorged with rage, he pulled from his holsters his twin heavy blasters, he started to break into a sprint to room 31-C ignoring the heavy pain that was encumbering his chest, forcing himself to rush through the pain. Tears rolling down his face as the pain grew more painful as he ran though if he was correct, one of his few friends had just been slain and Thraxis wanted too see if this was true, though if it was true, he will make sure that whoever perpetrated the act would not only die, but be slowly and agonisingly painful suffer, Thraxis hoped the painful torture would takes week to do, if not months to complete.
