The two Sith ran quickly down the corridor, their boots clicking on the durasteel floor. Their holocron mentor had spoken to them of Force abilities to mask their sound, but neither man had perfected that particular talent.
Fortunately they saw no one who might try to raise an alarm along the route they had chosen and they quickly made it to the hangar bay. As they entered, they saw several people scrambling around two more fighters. They were apparently trying to get the ships airborne, but were having some sort of mechanical problems in doing so.
Two green-skinned Rodians who were standing next to one of the starfighters were the first to notice Trychon and Raezyr, and cried out in alarm, drawing their blasters at the same time.
The Sith brothers easily deflected their blaster bolts and moved in toward them. Other members of the pirate crew came running at the sound of blasters being fired and added their own lasers to the fight amid the flashing red alarm beacons and blaring warning alarm which someone had set off.
Raezyr and Trychon stood back to back as blaster fire began to pour in from all sides, but the fight didn't last long. The two expertly redirected the fire back into the enemy and one by one, they began to fall.
When the last of the pirates and mercenaries were laying on the deck of the hangar, some dead, others alive, but severely wounded, Raezyr turned to Trychon. "Alright, get those docking bay doors open for Taggart, and I'll hold off the back up," Raezyr shouted over the screaming klaxon alarms. "And see if you can disable the alarms, those lights are annoying!"
Trychon dropped down behind a plasteel tool cart, pulled out his data pad and began working feverishly. His own programs already in place, it didn't take long before the gigantic bay doors began to slide open. After a few meters, they began to slid closed again. He punched the buttons on his pad as fast as he could, but to no avail.
"I've got to get to that terminal over there by the wall," he yelled to Raezyr as blaster fire began pouring into the bay from the two entrances toward the lone armored figure standing in the middle of the hangar, red and blue lightsabers burning brightly in each hand. "I don't know who their slicer is, but he's good. He's overriding my encryption protocols, and doing it faster than I can keep up on this thing."
"Go! I'll cover you!" Raezyr shouted, his voice muffled a bit by his helmet, and began moving to his right to cover Trychon's route to the terminal.
Trychon reached the terminal as Raezyr stood in front of him, deflecting the incoming fire. He hooked up his pad and went to work. Within moments, the giant doors began sliding open again.
"I could use some help here, Trych, these guys have personal shield generators. I can redirect the bolts back at them, but I can't take them down," Raezyr said to the other Sith, who was still working furiously at the terminal.
"Can't do it, Raez. I'm fighting my own battle here," Trychon responded. As fast as he could add encryption layers, the other slicer's programs were breaking them. Damn, this guy is good! Trychon thought.
As the bay doors finally finished opening, Raezyr activated his helmet commlink, "Kingsman One, the doors are open, get down here ASAP."
"As ordered," crackled the answer inside Raezyr's helm.
Fortunately they saw no one who might try to raise an alarm along the route they had chosen and they quickly made it to the hangar bay. As they entered, they saw several people scrambling around two more fighters. They were apparently trying to get the ships airborne, but were having some sort of mechanical problems in doing so.
Two green-skinned Rodians who were standing next to one of the starfighters were the first to notice Trychon and Raezyr, and cried out in alarm, drawing their blasters at the same time.
The Sith brothers easily deflected their blaster bolts and moved in toward them. Other members of the pirate crew came running at the sound of blasters being fired and added their own lasers to the fight amid the flashing red alarm beacons and blaring warning alarm which someone had set off.
Raezyr and Trychon stood back to back as blaster fire began to pour in from all sides, but the fight didn't last long. The two expertly redirected the fire back into the enemy and one by one, they began to fall.
When the last of the pirates and mercenaries were laying on the deck of the hangar, some dead, others alive, but severely wounded, Raezyr turned to Trychon. "Alright, get those docking bay doors open for Taggart, and I'll hold off the back up," Raezyr shouted over the screaming klaxon alarms. "And see if you can disable the alarms, those lights are annoying!"
Trychon dropped down behind a plasteel tool cart, pulled out his data pad and began working feverishly. His own programs already in place, it didn't take long before the gigantic bay doors began to slide open. After a few meters, they began to slid closed again. He punched the buttons on his pad as fast as he could, but to no avail.
"I've got to get to that terminal over there by the wall," he yelled to Raezyr as blaster fire began pouring into the bay from the two entrances toward the lone armored figure standing in the middle of the hangar, red and blue lightsabers burning brightly in each hand. "I don't know who their slicer is, but he's good. He's overriding my encryption protocols, and doing it faster than I can keep up on this thing."
"Go! I'll cover you!" Raezyr shouted, his voice muffled a bit by his helmet, and began moving to his right to cover Trychon's route to the terminal.
Trychon reached the terminal as Raezyr stood in front of him, deflecting the incoming fire. He hooked up his pad and went to work. Within moments, the giant doors began sliding open again.
"I could use some help here, Trych, these guys have personal shield generators. I can redirect the bolts back at them, but I can't take them down," Raezyr said to the other Sith, who was still working furiously at the terminal.
"Can't do it, Raez. I'm fighting my own battle here," Trychon responded. As fast as he could add encryption layers, the other slicer's programs were breaking them. Damn, this guy is good! Trychon thought.
As the bay doors finally finished opening, Raezyr activated his helmet commlink, "Kingsman One, the doors are open, get down here ASAP."
"As ordered," crackled the answer inside Raezyr's helm.
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