342. Hoth: King's Lair - Raezyr

They made the several short jumps to hide their tajectory before making the long jump to Hoth and King's Lair.

They spent the time doing the usual: meditating, practicing their forms and finishing up what little ale the Republic had left on board the Rancor. Neither Trychon nor Raezyr were very happy about the fact the Republic had confiscated their supply, but Raezyr did point out that they would have done the same thing if the situation had been reversed.

When they finally came out of hyperspace, the ice blue orb of Hoth seemed like the most welcoming sight they had seen in quite some time. Raezyr felt that it almost felt like home, even though he had never had one that he could remember.

They undocked the S-250 from the light freighter while still in orbit, then took the ships down and landed in the hangar bay of King's Lair where they were met by the entire crew.

Dianna's people had returned from their mission successfully some time ago and were worried about how long it had taken the three to get back. They also seemed highly interested in just how bad Raezyr's injuries were.

After relating the story, leaving out some of the details on Carida, the crew began handing credits over to Tyrrazapon.

"Why are they paying you, Tyr?" Raezyr inquired.

"When you guys became overdue, we knew you must've run into some trouble. So we started a pool on who was going to be injured and how badly. I won." Tyrrazapon was grinning as he put his scooped his winnings up and put them in his pouch.

Raezyr stared at him for a moment before speaking again. "Since you made money off my pain, I think you owe me half."

Tyrrazapon was still grinning. "Yeah, right."

"How about this: You and I spar... right now. You win, you keep your money. I win, I take half." Raezyr proposed.

"That's not fair."

Raezyr grinned at the incredulous look on Tyrrazapon's face. "It is from where I'm sitting."

With a sigh, Tyrrazapon began digging the credits back out. After counting out half, he slid them across the table to Raezyr, grumbling a bit.

Raezyr turned and slid the money over to Bleetz. "Put that toward your next order of ale. The Republic confiscated all of ours."