Trychon walked up to the leader until he was practically bumping him backwards with his chest. He took on a military tone and stance and stared into his eyes.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Trychon yelled into the face of the commander, similarly trying to sound military.
This was clearly not what the man had expected. His face twisted a bit in confusion."We're uh... surrendering to you..."
"What is your name and rank?"
"Commander Zeke McDaris" he replied, although with a bit of unsureness to his voice.
"Commander, why would you open fire and give chase to four Sith?" Trychon asked, with the continued hostile tone.
"Uh... Sith? We got a call that..."
"How many of your men are you willing to risk based on some random call of a disturbance?" Trychon interrupted.
Tyrrazapon and Anya walked to positions near the other two judicials left standing. Raezyr just stood by the wall, watching.
"I..."
"Can you think of anything more absurd to do, Commander?"
"We..."
"I can only think of one thing that would be more absurd than chasing after four Sith, Commander McDaris... can you?"
"I'm... not sure?" McDaris responded... clearly lost as to what was happening.
Trychon lit his blade right in between their eyes... which were only inches apart to begin with.
"Never, EVER... Surrender to four sith."
Trychon just held his glare into the eyes of the man in front of him while Anya and Tyrrazapon cut down the two men still standing... and then making short work of the wounded. Raezyr watched on, seemingly bored... his mind still on the Jedi that eluded him.
When there was only the one man left, Trychon spoke again. "Never forget."
Trychon powered down his blade and turned and took a step away as though he were leaving.
Then he turned again with the black blade lit once more, and cleaved the man from hip to shoulder.
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