It's Gentes, Trychon's voice said in Raezyr's head. He picked up Dianna's hand and kissed it lightly. Quietly he stood up then exited the room. When he got outside he pulled his comlink from his belt. "Aitchkay, start prepping the ship. We leave in an hour."
After a few more brief instructions to the battle droid, he went back to his quarters to make his own final preparations. He double checked his armor and weapons to make sure they were in good working order, then went over the rest of his gear, making sure everything was in place and ready to go.
Confident that everything was as ready as he could make it, he loaded what he wasn't currently carrying into a duffel and headed next door to Trychon's quarters. The durasteel door slid open as hit the control panel. Trychon was had finished his own packing, and was finishing buttoning up his black fatigue jacket. He pulled on his black leather gloves, then hitched his black utility belt around his hips, as the metallic cylinder swung from it's usual place. He picked up his own duffel and looked at his half-brother. "Everything ready?"
"It's all shiny," Raezyr replied and jerked his head toward the direction of the hangar. Trychon fell in step with the other Sith as they walked down the hall.
As they entered the hangar, they could hear the ships repulsor lifts beginning to whine as they started up. Two figures walked over on an intercept course from a small converted freighter that also appeared to be getting ready to take off.
Dengar, the Mandalorian turned mercenary, and Taggart, Dianna's ace fighter pilot, met them half way to the Jet Razor. "Me an' Tags are commin' with you," Dengar stated matter of factly.
Raezyr glanced at Trychon who just shrugged. "Why?" Raezyr asked, eying them suspiciously. There was still the possibility that there was another leak.
"We figure you're going after Riv-ars, and we've got some scores to settle of our own. They shot down my best friend and wingman, and killed two of Dengar's men, captured one and put two more in the med bay," Taggart said, smelling slightly of alcohol as usual.
"If you're gettin' payback, we want in," Dengar added.
We might be able to use the air support, Tryhon thought.
Raezyr nodded in agreement. "You can come on one condition. You take orders from us, got it?"
"Whatever you say, boss," Dengar said and they both turned and headed toward their own freighter, and Trychon and Raezyr watched them go.
"Do you think it's wise, letting them tag along?" Raezyr asked once the two pirates were out of ear shot.
"I don't think it can hurt our chances any. I didn't sense any deception, although that might not mean a whole lot. Besides, we'll still have the Stalker as back up, if needed," the other man replied, before turning back toward the Razor. "C'mon, let's get off this ice ball before any other stragglers wander in, wanting to tag along."
They climbed up the ramp and made their way to the cockpit. Aitchkay climbed out of the pilot's chair as they arrived, and Raezyr slid into the seat and began to operate the controls as Trychon took the co-pilot's chair.
Within twenty minutes, Raezyr was reaching for the hyperspace levers for the short jump to Gentes.
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