Trychon and Raezyr stared out into the sky for a few more moments, enjoying their victory over the Pirate leader that had not only caused them problems, but been more than a thorn in the side of their friends. Now that he was gone, they could see what else they had to gain from this trip. If they were lucky, they would not only find some wealth to add to their small collection so far... but also turn the remnants they'd not yet destroyed from this operation into an operation of their own. That was their plan, anyway.
After looking around the previously hidden hangar, they quickly found a small transport tube that led them back to another concealed doorway in Riv-ars' office. They entered the room to see it very much the same as it was when they'd left a few minutes prior. Trychon walked over to the still-open trap door that Riv-ars, pressed a button on the desk, returning the seat and floor to normal. He sat down in the chair and stretched as though he were getting comfortable.
Raezyr rolled his eyes and walked over to the large brute on the floor near Trychon's feet, and pulled the man by the main entrance the two Sith had originally entered through. He stood up and turned to Trychon. "We need a way of getting everyone's attention."
Trychon was already playing around with Riv-ars' desk controls. "On it.... ok. Go ahead... talk."
Raezyr looked at Trychon and stopped just short of shaking his head at him. Public address was clearly a strength of his elder brother's more than it was his. Assuming that Trychon didn't want to take a visible lead role when he was weak, he spoke up anyway. As he started, he could hear his voice echoing down the hallway. "Attention all survivors. We have gotten what we came here for. Phyllis Riv-ars' life. Were he still alive, he would have learned not to cross the Sith. We plan to flatten this base of his... but some of you may still prove useful. We are monitoring all movement in the building, so running will only cause us to give chase and cause great pain. For your chance to learn from Phylis' lesson... please report to his office in the next 5 minutes."
Raezyr moved to stand behind Trychon, who had popped up a security monitor out of the desk, and they observed various attempts to sneak out of the building. Trychon toyed with them individually... allowing them to feel as though they were on their way out before blocking their exits. Raezyr was just beginning to chuckle as the first person entered the room... it was the woman they'd encountered earlier.
"Ah... Ms. Stargazer... I'm glad you were the first to arrive. Please have a seat." Trychon welcomed her with a grin, not looking up from the monitor he was entertaining himself with.
Haley did not sit down though, as she walked over to the desk to see what Trychon was doing to her system. She tried to reach in front of Trychon to some of the controls, but he brushed her hands aside as he turned to face her. She raised her voice over the semi calm tone she'd used earlier. "Are you crazy? Do you expect everyone you shoot to do as you ask?"
Trychon blinked. It certainly seemed to be an odd question to him... and her intensely blue eyes were distracting him from a foot away as she leaned in to glare at him. "Uh..." he started to formulate an answer before Raezyr stepped in for him.
With a look of clear irritation bordering on anger, he tried to figure out how to best get her to get out of the way and stay quiet, as Trychon was clearly off balance with her. "We expect those whose lives we spare to understand their place. My brother chose to spare you already... so he may have a plan for you. We may have a plan for all of you, in fact. You're simply the only one who's value he's determined. Sit down, and be quiet, as we may be asking the others a bit less pleasantly."
Haley straightened up and glared at Raezyr before walking silently to one of the seats against the wall as some of the others began to find their way into the office.
What the hell was that, Mr. Smooth? Raezyr asked his brother through their link.
Thanks, Raez. I'll do the talking, and I'm here for you if this turns into a fight... but I'm a bit out of it. Make me proud.
Right... Raezyr thought more to himself, although he was sure Trychon heard him. He turned to watch the last of the men walk in, and taking Haley's example... find seats. There was a rather small group all in all... but enough to make a rather tight fit for the office. There was the Khommite and his small group, the unconscious bald man, Haley, and then a few others they had not run across, who seemed the most confused.
All in all, there were a dozen of them there to talk to the two Sith. Raezyr turned to Trychon again. No problem... but saw Trychon's gaze intently burning into the last man to enter. He was wearing the same guard outfit the two they'd run across in the prison. The same as the one that had killed Kord... and the same as the one Trychon had electrocuted for it.
The man took the last seat, next to the bald enforcer. Raezyr pointed at him. "You! Wake him up!"
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