"I think the clincher was the promise of new toys, Trych," Raezyr said after Haley had closed the door. He hadn't been too sure of how much she was buying into the new regime until he had seen her eyes light up when Trychon mentioned getting her some top of the line equipment.
"Yeah, I think so too," Trychon commented as he stood up. "I better go see if I can help her anymore than I already have." He shook his head to clear the fatigue that was creeping in. His stunt in the prison block had taken more of a toll than he had realized, and after what Raezyr had done in here, he was pretty sure his younger brother would be feeling the same way once his stims began to wear off.
Raezyr decided to go poke around a bit, and see if he could find anything worth loading onto his own ship, and the two Sith split up, with Trychon heading for the control room. Raezyr made a round through the dormitory area, noting that most of the crew's personal belongings had been cleared out already. He poked through some of the rooms that hadn't been cleared, assuming they must have belonged to those that had been killed in their assault on the base, but found nothing useful.
He began heading toward the hangar bay when an idea occurred to him. That dirt bag, Riv-ars would probably have horded the best stuff for himself. He doubled back and made his way back to the office and then into the Captain's quarters.
He searched around a bit, but found nothing of interest. Standing in the center of the room, he decided to let the Force guide his actions. Closing his eyes, and embracing the Dark Side, he began to wander around the room until he felt the urge to stop.
Opening his eyes he found himself standing in front of a set of shelves. Various knickknacks and pictures of nude females lined the shelves, but his attention was drawn toward a single tome standing upright in on of the corners. I bet that nerf-herder can't even read, he thought to himself and reached for the book.
When he grabbed, it tilted forward and the entire book case slid silently away opening into a small store room. Inside he found two medium sized plasteel crates sitting on the floor and a small wooden box on a set of shelves.
Opening the box, he found it was filled with several pieces of expensive looking jewelry and some loose gems. He closed it again and picked it up, tucking it under his arm, then turned his attention toward the crates.
He opened the first one and found several cases of what looked to be Corellian brandy, and in the other, several cases of Delfa ale, known to be very good, very potent, and very expensive.
He keyed up the comm link in his helmet and ordered Aitchkay to his location, adding that a small gravsled was needed as well.
It took the droid a while to get there, and by the time he did, Raezyr could tell the effects of the stims were starting to wear off, and fatigue was starting to close in on him. The droid loaded the crates onto the sled, and after Raezyr sat down on one, they began to head back to the ship.
He let the droid load the crates and made a show of supervising the rest of the crew as they were finishing up the loading of the other starships, then boarded the Jet Razor and sat down in the pilot's seat. He ordered Aitchkay to do the pre-flight inspection, then leaned back and closed his eyes. I'll rest for just a moment... only a moment... he thought to himself.
Raezyr nearly jumped out of his skin when Trychon spoke behind him. "We ready to go? All the other ships have left." He chuckled at having startled the younger man.
"I was just, uh, resting, and um..." he trailed off as he began going through the controls, and starting the ship.
"Right," Trychon responded, drawing the word out as he sat down in the co-pilot's chair and hooked up his data pad to the ship's computer.
Raezyr glanced at his older brother, who was looking a bit haggard. Something else was strange, and it took a couple more glances for Raezyr to figure out exactly what it was.
Trychon noticed Raezyr staring intently at his face. "What are you looking at?"
"Your eyes."
"Oh, well, I thought you were... well... but if your not... I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that... except I'm related to you, so that's a bit weird," Trychon said with his usual grin.
"Seriously, Trych... You're irises have flecks of yellow in them."
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