After they were in the air, Trychon got up out of his seat.
"I'm going to get a bit of rest. I dozed off in the Archives last night, but ended up not getting as much sleep as I'd like. It's ok though... I was originally planning on staying up all night reading and then catch up now anyway. Perhaps when I'm done, you can spar with me so that you and Anya don't surpass me too quckly."
He smiled and headed back to his bunk.
Tyrrazapon stayed in the cockpit, watching the through the viewport as the ship shot through hyperspace. He had a lot to think about, really... it turns out his father was indeed right about some things after all... not that he'd ever get to hear it since he'd gotten his deserved fate.
Trychon lay in his bunk for a number of hours.
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Trychon and Raezyr stood in the room, triumphant, glaring over the foes laying at their feet. Trychon grinned at Raezyr. "This feeling will never get old." he could feel the smile spread under Raezyr's helmet as well.
Then, a man came running down the hall and into the open area. "Die, Sith scum!" he yelled as he propelled himself off of one of the stone tables into the air towards them, igniting his green blade. Trychon turned around with his hilt raised, but waited till the last moment to ignite his blade to block the incoming downward blow. He then pushed the misguided man's saber up and away, while raising his foot and kicking his chest, adding some emphasis with his control of the Dark Side.
As the man landed on his back, he didn't even have time to try to react before he was hit with lightning from Raezyr's extended hand. The man screamed in agony. Trychon powered his saber down and clipped the hilt to his belt again before raising his two hands to add to Raezyr's rage. The man's screams stopped with the incoming energy... but his convulsions didn't. They continued for five seconds after the onslaught ended. "Don't know if I'll ever enjoy the smell of burnt flesh quite like you do, Trych." Raezyr commented.
Tyrrazapon returned from the roof with HK. "Battle completed. Well done, Masters!" HK remarked. Tyr added "This is all going to be a well deserved prize if we find what we're hoping for! Would've been boring if all we had to do was not step on the wrong tiles or something as we came in. Or some battle droids... (No offense to our buddy) Live fights are so much more entertaining."
"Thanks, Huck... Tyr." Trychon said, walking towards them. Anya came jogging in from another room with a smile on her face as well. She ran right up to Trychon, stopping just in front of him. "I need to speak with you alone over here, please... Lord Trychon."
They walked off a ways down one of the halls until nobody else was visible around the corner. Anya propped herself up onto her toes and forced her lips onto his. Trychon instinctively put his hands to the back of her head, embracing the very surprising gift.
He was just starting to really take in the sensation of her against his body and the aromas that always accompanied her when he heard a familiar snap-hiss...
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Trychon sat upright, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. What did it mean? Why did she kiss him? He felt surprised, he thought... was there something there? Who's lightsaber woke him? Anya's?
He got up and decided to dismiss the dream as left over mixed feelings from the other night. Not much could really be made out of that dream anyway.
He felt pretty rested, despite the rushed ending to his sleep. He walked out of his bunk and towards the cockpit.
"Are you ready for me now?" He called, stopping in the common room just outside the forward section. He lit his blade and swung it around a few times, concentrating on his memories from his lessons on Korriban.
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