As Garik started to lecture, Ton took a seat and looked over the pilots. A strange troupe we have here. He thought to himself with another smile. People from all over the galaxy come to this room. Come to this squadron. Wraith Squadron. He enjoyed watching the expressions of the new pilotes as Garik went on.
Ton Phanan let out a loud sigh and kicked his feet up onto a chair in the row in front of his. Several pilots glanced his way, but Ton stared contently at Garik, listening to the lecture. Ton always thought he was a good lecturer.
Out of the corner of his eye, one of the pilotes kept drawing his attention away from Garik. His was named the shadow. Ton knew that he wasn't trying to draw his attention... but a certain aura surrounded this man...
Ton blinked and turned his attention back to Garik.
"I loathe bus stations. Terrible places. Full of lost luggage and souls."