Another bar, another night and Alema Rar had found no companionship. Her distinctive lekku and blue skin hidden beneath a hood she watched the patrons, streching out with the Force looking for the weak of will or just plain stupid.
She found violence in the form of...he felt like an animal. All rage and vengence, claws springing from his hands. He took a blaster to the chest and lived.
She'd stayed back like the other patrons, left when they did cloaking her appearance as much as she could. But she'd hung back, watched him emerge with a bundle by his jacket.
A child.
Intrest piqued she focused on the childs Force signiture, the fear was easier to track following at some distance finally the girl stopped moving...and the man with the claws emerged from another bar, without the girl. Returning her she suspected.
He took off down the street and Alema quickly caught up to him.
"You saved her...that little girl. We watched the destruction. For such a noble cause as balance."