The captian's words were all but white noise to Vashir. He wondered how he was to unlace his collar with his arms pinned, even forgot for a moment that he could do so telekinetically. The effect she had on him. The center laces on the cowl unraveled themselves giving the same opening for the ham. Between bites he replied to Captain Zig. He faought to maintain focus.
"Yes, I am a Psion; an Empath, Telepath, and Telekinetic. I am also what is called a Soulknife. I create swords made of Psionic energy." If his blush deepened any further his face would violet. Being this close to Zoroka was maddening. And she was in his lap!
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