The two Sith spent the next several days of their trip reminiscing about their relative childhoods, and comparing notes on how life was in general as they grew up. They made a game of trying to compare experiences and finding similarities between them, since they had no other common ground for their now shared young lives.
They attempted to reach out to the mysterious Darth Vikon again several times. With the help of the Sith Holocron they'd managed to access, they did their best to hone their skills in this area. They began to sense more clarity in their visions of the stars and planets as they sent their collective consciousness out in attempts for contact, but it seemed that the man they were looking for had withdrawn from them for the time being. Daxon Var, the gatekeeper of knowledge of their Sith Holocron, continually pointed out their failed training, and complained about being relegated to fixing the weaknesses of the modern Sith. They usually ignored his snide remarks, as he didn't respond well to the sarcastic tendencies of Trychon's initial replies... having to leave the room and return to access the holocron more than once.
After they'd temporarily given up reaching out to Vikon, they took to another tactic with the occasional moody Holocron. After showering the ways of the ancient Sith with compliments, they were usually able to hear some very interesting tales of battles with the Jedi Order and sometimes other ambitious Sith. When they were extremely complimentary, they sometimes were able to coax out a few very helpful tips and strategies. They found that these stories passed the time for them rather pleasantly when they could keep a few of their choice comments to themselves. It became an evening ritual for them to try to draw out stories while they shared a few beverages.
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They exited hyperspace and communicated briefly with Aitchkay, who was going to stay on the outskirts of the system, waiting for them to contact him to bring the fighter in to whatever location they agreed to meet with their contact.
Raezyr brought the Jet Razor in towards Talus, and set into a high orbit. They could see that the planet had nearly the full variety of climates and terrains, as well as a decent number of medium sized metropolises. Pulling up the information they'd been given on reaching their contact, they allowed their ship to wander again to the nightside of the planet, then they contacted the appropriate port and set up their descent.
After setting down the ship and setting up the security settings, they made their way down the ramp and looked around the dock. It was a fairly remote area, right on the outerskirts of one of the smaller Talus towns.
They were about to head off to get their bearings and get started contacting this Kolant character, when a blue skinned Twi'lek approached them. He rambled off to them in Huttese, demanding a local tariff of an additional 50 credits for this docking spot.
Remembering some of the stories they'd been told during their trip, Trychon gestured at the alien. "You don't want to try to take our money..."
The Twi'lek began to speak more loudly, and reached into the pocket inside his jacket. Before he had managed to pull out whatever he was reaching for, Raezyr had deftly swung his blade through the alien neck and one of its lekku. The saber was only ignited for half a second, and both the Sith watched as the misguided alien slumped to the ground.
Raezyr turned his attention to Trychon. "Seriously, Trych?"
Trychon answered under his breath. "Worth a shot..."
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