The turbo lasers of the Wasted Rancor opened up, firing in rapid succession on the Republic Commandos. A few turned and returned fire on the converted freighter, but their blasters had no effect on the armored hull. Within seconds the entire platoon had been blown to pieces with only a few scraps of armor, some appendages and scorch marks on the ground to mark where they had stood.
The Triad stood for a second, wondering what was going on, and who might be on the Rancor when the answer suddenly dawned on Tyrrazapon.
"Alright Aychkay!" he yelled. The other three then spotted the droid sitting in the cockpit of the Raider's ship.
Trychon issued some quick orders, "Anya, take the Rancor. Tell Huck that Raez and I said he's to help you."
Anya started to protest that she didn't need any help, but Trychon cut her off, "With that bad arm, you'll need it, especially with those Republic capital ships bearing down on us. I'll take my shuttle. Tyr, you take your ship, and Raez, you're always boasting how fast and maneuverable the Razor is. Now's the time to prove it. Draw them off, and cause a distraction. Anya and I are going to be counting on you. We'll meet up again on, say... Tatooine.... Anchorhead, I think the colony is called."
"And May the Force serve us well," Raezyr added as they broke up, trotting to their respective star ships.
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The four ships lifted off the ground one after the other, with the Jet Razor being the last. Raezyr watch his scopes as his friends zipped across the Korriban landscape at low altitude, hoping to escape detection for as long as possible.
He waited only a few moments longer before gaining altitude and making lazy circles around the academy. He spotted a ship docked on top of the academy and assumed that must be Eiron's as it was near a large hole where he had made is entrance.
But the Republic troop shuttles and various other craft parked in the Valley were another matter. He opened fire on them, making multiple strafing runs until nothing was left of them but charred and smoking hulks.
He then turned his attention on several squads of Commandos stationed between Dreshdae and the Academy and opened fire. Their blasters were harmless against his deflector sheilds and he quickly tore them to shreds.
He banked around and made a pass over Dreshdae. He recognized the Republic ships parked there, but decided against attacking the Czerka outpost. They would need the cooperation of the galactic trading company if they ever made it back here.
Pulling back on the stick he headed for space when his radar began to blare a warning of approaching craft. He looked down at the readout to see a squad of Republic fighters entering the atmosphere.
Raezyr let his anger and hate well up inside and felt the Dark Side surge through his being, then turned to meet them as he switched his deflectors to full front.
"Let's play a game of chicken, shall we," he said and took them head on. He laid into his turbo lasers returning fire as the fighters swarmed past him. He took a few indirect hits, but when the pass was over, there were two less fighters.
He banked hard left and came around. The aerodynamics of his craft were far superior to the enemy ships and allowed him much more maneuverabilty in the atmosphere. He got behind them and took three more attack craft out before they could split up into different directions.
He followed a pair of fighters as they tried to bank to the right. They dipped and rolled in an attempt to shake him, but with the Force guiding his actions, he was able to anticipate every one of their moves. He could also sense that the other fighters had circled around behind him, but they weren't in position yet and he depressed the trigger switch, turning the fighters in front of him into giant fireballs.
The Razor's scopes were indicating more inbound fighters, so he throttled up and sped across the Korriban skies in the opposite direction of the other students.
All the craft attempted pursuit, but because of the superior design of his ship, Raezyr quickly outdistanced them and headed once again for space.
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Luckily for the other three ships, Raezyr's attacks on the ground had dominated the attention of the incoming Hammerhead class warships. It took the other Sith a bit but they exited Korriban's atmosphere at the same time the first wave of fighters were beginning their attack run on the Jet Razor.
Giving their ships full throttle, they headed for open space. Once they were out of the gravity well of the planet, they could make their escape into hyperspace.
Suddenly a Republic attack cruiser broke off from the task force, heading toward them on an intercept course.
"Throttle to the max, boys!" Tyrrazapon yelled into the comm.
"I'm right with you Tyr," Anya said.
"I'm already AT maximum speed," Trychon replied. "You guys get out of here."
With out a reply, both the Nefarion Wraith and the Wasted Rancor left the shuttle craft behind.
The cruiser suddenly altered it's course to chase the two. Seeing this, Trychon switched course as well. It wasn't the direct route, but if Tyrrazapon and Anya got away, he'd be just that much farther from the cruiser.
Just as he'd hoped, he watched the blips on his screen indicating the Rancor and the Wraith dissappear before the cruiser was able to close to tractor beam range. The cruiser changed course again, back toward the shuttle craft, but it was too late. Trychon breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled back on the hyperdrive levers and watched the stars outside the cockpit elongate and then dissapear into the mottled blue of hyperspace.
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Raezyr burst out of the atmosphere and into space. He pushed the sub-light engines as hard as they would go. He made a few adjustments on his control panel and eeked out a little bit more power, pushing his craft far beyond safe limits.
The Republic ships had spread out, attempting to blockade the planet. He pointed the Razor between the two Hammerheads, which were spread out considerably. The downfall was that there was a frigate right there. He didn't like his chances against the frigate, but he liked them even less against the Hammerheads.
Suddenly there were fighters everywhere. And they seemed to becoming from all sides. As much danger as he was in, he realized that this was his ticket past the big ships.
Raezyr dipped, rolled and spun, all the while heading for empty space. He let the Force guide his actions and never let up on the turbo lasers. At the same time, he made sure he never shot free of the swarm of fighters. He was taking alot of hits, and his sheilds were holding, although they were dropping rapidly.
The frigate held it's fire as he passed it. Just as he'd hoped, they didn't fire, for fear of hitting their own fighters.
Too late, the fighters broke off to allow the frigate to fire, but Raezyr used to momentary gap to shoot out of Korriban's gravity well. And none too soon, as the Razor's sheilds were down to zero.
Once in hyperspace, Raezyr let go of the Force and his hands began to shake uncontrollably from the adrenaline.
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He set down in the spaceport in Anchorhead. The other ships weren't there yet, but that didn't surprise him. The Jet Razor had a 0.5 hyperdrive, making it one of the fastest ships in the galaxy, and he had run the drive at maximum the entire way.
He stayed on board the ship, sinking into a meditation trance. He attuned himself to awaken when he could feel the presence of Trychon, as he felt him stronger than the other two.
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