The man in the guard uniform crouched over the big brute and shook him by his shoulder. With a groan, the man sat up. A large purple 'egg' was already bubbling up on the man's temple. The guard started to help him up, but he shook his arm free stood up on his own, looking around the room a bit bewildered. Eventually his gazed came to rest on the two Sith at the front of the large office.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" the large man roared.
"Sit down and shut up," Trychon said calmly.
The man started to make his way forward. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
"Does it look like I care?" Trychon said apathetically. "Now do as your told, what I have to say may be of some interest to you." Trychon nonchalantly turned his attention back to the rest of the crew.
The man's face reddened with anger. He clearly wasn't used to being spoken to in such a manner, but the ease with which they had put him down earlier gave him a bit of hesitation. He sat down, but from the look on his face, Raezyr realized it probably wouldn't be for long.
Trychon leaned back in the chair, resting his elbows on the arm rests and letting his fingers rest against one anther, forming a peak with his hands. He glanced at his younger brother, who had removed his helm and was leaning against the front edge of the desk, fists clenched and arms crossed over his chest. Trychon couldn't see his face, but he didn't need to to know the glare the crew was receiving was intimidating. He'd seen that look before, and it could be unsettling.
"I am Lord Trychon. This is Lord Raezyr. We are Sith," Trychon stated. He let that sink in a moment before continuing, and judging by the crew's fidgeting, it had the desired effect.
"Fillis Riv-ars made the lethal mistake of crossing us and those loyal to us. He has paid the ultimate price for his idiocy..."
The bald man jumped to his feet interrupting Trychon. "What? You killed Fillis? You bas..."
Trychon's calm demeanor turned ugly in an instant. "I told you to sit down and shut up! I won't tell you again! Next time, Raezyr will just cut out your tongue and slice off your legs!" Trychon snarled vehemently.
The man glared at Trychon for a moment, then looked over at Raezyr who hadn't moved a muscle except to turn his head to stare at the big man. Slowly he said down again, arms crossed and eyes shooting daggers at the two Sith.
"Now," Trychon continued, his calm air of superiority returning instantly, "We are going to offer you a business opportunity. You will take your ships and evacuate the premises. We don't care where you go, but you will leave this Sector of the Galaxy. You will set up in a location of your choosing, and then continue business as usual." He looked around the room for a moment, waiting for the inevitable question.
"If I may, Lord Trychon?" the Khommite spoke up.
"Proceed."
"Thank you. I assume there is some sort of catch. I have trouble imagining that after granting us our lives, that you will just let us leave so easily," the Khommite said.
"What is your name, Khommite?" Trychon asked.
"Falka, my lord."
"You are quite perceptive, Falka." Trychon said. "Of course there is a catch. You will be working for us. We will take a percentage of your profits, and you will, on occasion, be called upon to serve us in any capacity in which we see fit. In return, we will occasionally feed you with intelligence and/or equipment which you may use to further this operation. As our power in the Galaxy continues to grow, so will yours. We will provide you with protection from your rivals, but as usual, you will have to safeguard against any Republic or Jedi entanglements as the time is not right for us to reveal ourselves to them.
"Understand this: Loyalty to us and success will be greatly rewarded, while betrayal, ineptitude, incompetence and failure will not be tolerated. Any such will be dealt with swiftly and harshly.
"Some of you may be thinking that you would rather leave, and are already planning to run the moment you are dismissed. I don't blame you for that, but what you are not realizing is that there is nowhere in the Galaxy that you can hide from the Sith.
"Despite rumor to the contrary, our Order is alive and well. Our reach is far, and our grip is deadly. We have spared you, thus your lives belong to us, and we will do with them as we see fit. As long as you are useful to us, and prove yourselves worthy, you will find a place at our feet, and will ride our ship to glory and riches.
"Fail us, and we will grind your bones to dust."
The brute stood up and walked forward. "I think I'll just kill you, and then I won't have to worry about any of that garbage."
Raezyr stood up, dropping his fists to his sides and let the big man come. He stood a good 15 centimeters taller than Raezyr, out weighed him by a dozen kilos and had muscles straining at his clothes, but still he stood there.
Raezyr could sense his brother tensing up. I've got this. Just act calm. he thought to Trychon.
As soon as the big man got close, he lunged forward, catching Raezyr's throat in his his huge hands and began to squeeze. Raezyr grasped at the big man's hands as his face started turning red and he struggled to breath.
You sure about this? Trychon thought, getting ready to reach for his lightsaber.
Got him... right... where I want him. Raezyr replied.
Trychon slid his hand to the silver cylinder on his belt anyway, and was about to stand up, when suddenly Raezyr grinned at the huge beast crushing his neck.
Raezyr let go of the man's hands and started slamming his fist's into the brute's ribs. Cracking and popping noises accompanied each Force assisted blow as it landed.
The larger man's face blanched and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as the pain screamed throughout his entire body with each punch. His grip on the Sith's neck lessened as Raezyr rained blows into the brute's body. Finally the big man coughed, spitting up blood. The flecks landed across Raezyr's face as his opponent slowly sank to his knees. His hands, once deadly weapons used to bring pain and death, now only sought to hold him up.
Trychon relaxed, realizing that Raezyr did indeed have the situation under control,but kept an eye on the rest of the crew, in case any of them thought this might be a good time to try something similar. Luckily, none appeared to be making any moves to help.
Raezyr fully embraced the Force and put his hand out in front of him, lifting the man off the ground and levitating him two meters above the floor. He let the memory of Dianna lying injured fill his mind, and embraced the rage that followed. He remembered what Trychon had done to the guard's gun in the detention level, then focused on the big man's throat.
The brute began to choke and sputter and the man grasped at his neck, attempting to free himself from the unseen force that was crushing his airway. Strange croaking noises emitted from him as Raezyr slowly clenched his outstretched hand into a fist, and finally, the man went limp.
Raezyr let him hang there for a moment before finally releasing the Force and the brute's lifeless form dropped to the floor with a thud. He felt a bit woozy, and light headed, and stepped over to the desk and once again leaned against it before he fell over after the exertion he had just put his body and mind through.
"And that is how insubordination ends," Trychon spoke breaking the silence in the room. "Any questions?"
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