Trychon sat in one of the common rooms by himself the next day, working mindlessly on his datapad. He had to make a few adjustments to a few of his basic slicing programs, or the chances of it getting figured out or blocked were highly increased. Eventually, they may be able to find a particular trend in his methods, but by keeping his programs updated, he made it that much harder in the meantime.
Stuck in isolation from news sources again, they had little choice but to assume what was being broadcast about them, if it wasn't being covered up. It brought back memories of his forest... just sitting there with his datapad, and imagining what might be going on elsewhere. It certainly was better than some of the alternatives though. As far as they knew, the Republic was looking for them... but they were as blind as a Miralukan on Myrkr. It wasn't exactly secret knowledge that there were smugglers on Hoth... but the reason they were there was that even the far reaching arms of the Government and Jedi would avoid the planet if at all possible.
There was probably enough signal around there somewhere that they could get holonews, and Trychon could help set that up and boost it... but that alone would make finding this base easier by tenfolds.
He shrugged off the random thoughts about what he couldn't change, and kept working on his coding. It was hard to really advance the abilities of his datapad when he hadn't encountered any new obstacles yet. He'd already set it up so that the ships he worked with couldn't hide a program from him again, since that nearly cost them dearly. It was a simple trick, but it caught him off guard. He didn't like the feeling.
Something else was bugging him. He couldn't figure out what, until he looked at his chrono. It was nearly halfway through the day. He got up and grabbed a glass and an ale. He sat back down, feeling a bit better. He'd had to go without for a few days at the end of the trip. He wasn't going to forget that either, if he ever came across another Republic cruiser.
Tyrrazapon strolled in casually and sat opposite of Trychon. "Mind if I sit here?"
Trychon smiled at him. "Only in my mind."
Tyrrazapon shrugged the comment off. "Are you sure about this plan? I mean... I understand the basic idea of all of it... Holocrons good, Republic bad... makes sense. Don't get me wrong either... Anya and I get along just fine. I just don't know about splitting up again. Seems like it's just not the best idea."
Trychon set down his datapad and retrieved an extra glass and some more drinks. "Here. I find that this helps." He offered a glass to Tyrrazapon, who took it gleaming. "I'm with you on all of those points. Obviously, together the four of us are stronger than any combination of just two. Really though, we need to try to make sure this doesn't come back to Di and her crew, when they took us in. So we need to distract the Republic. We also need to get those holocrons. We can't possibly allow for the Republic to come across this Sith Library. This is really the only way. You'll be fine."
Tyrrazapon laughed. "I know... I know... but how come you get stuck with Mr. Sunshine?"
Trychon laughed with him. "Well, we have some kind of bond that makes us paired up together a bit stronger. We haven't really figured it out yet... but it is worth planning for a bit... and you and Anya clearly make the most sense for a distraction. Raez and I are too recognizable right now... we can find ways to work that in your favor." He grinned, clearly with something in mind.
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