Having just finished communicating with his brother, Raezyr stood up from his meditative trance. He looked to his armor laying on the bunk, but decided not to take the time to put it back on. Instead, he threw on a pair of black fatigues and grabbed only his gauntlet and helm, throwing his robe around him. He was just going down to the control room. It wasn't as if he were going into battle, still he hitched his black belt over his garments and around his waist, ensuring his two lightsabers were still attached. Battle or not, he needed to keep up appearances.
He exited his quarters and strode down the hall toward the control room, cloak billowing behind him as much as the belt would allow. The few people he encountered stepped aside to let him pass in the not-very-wide corridor, but he paid them no attention. His thoughts were on one thing, and that was the fact that his brother was out there somewhere in the Jundland Wastes in a cave, in a sandstorm.
He burst into the control room. The human female controller on duty had been leaned back in her chair, feet on the console and nearly asleep when he arrived. She let her feet hit the floor with a thud and stood up. "Wh-what can I do for you, sir?" she stammered, recognizing him instantly although he was sure he'd never seen her before.
"Where is Captain Falka?" the Sith said, his hands clasped behind his back. He was studying the maps on the wall intently, looking for something.
"I'm sure I don't know, m'Lord," the woman said.
Raezyr spun around to face her and she involuntarily took a step back. "Well why don't you find out," he said. He was a bit miffed at her now. You shouldn't have to suggest something like that to a subordinate. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered just how long she'd last in this outfit before he continued. "And when you find Falka, tell him to meet me in the War Room. Immediately." He didn't know if he needed to add that last part, but he figured it was better safe than sorry.
He strode from the control room and into the adjacent War Room. Before the door closed he could hear the controller scurrying about, and hoped that maybe he put the fear of the Sith into her.
Raezyr took the seat at the head of the long conference table in the center of the room and turned to the computer console. He began punching up terrain charts, maps and weather reports. It wasn't long before Falka arrived.
"What can I do for you, Lord Raezyr?" Falka asked, walking over and standing next to the Sith so he could see what was on the screen.
"Lord Trychon and your cyborg slicer... Hayley...?"
"Stargazer?"
"Whatever... are holed up in a cave in Mos Castoff Canyon. They are in the midst of a sandstorm and are unable to get back to their swoop. I need you to send a shuttle out and pick them up immediately," Raezyr informed the Black Phoenix leader.
"If you don't mind me asking, how do you know this? We've been monitoring any and all communications and air traffic in that direction and haven't seen any sign of them," Falka asked.
"The Sith have ways of finding things out. Secret ways, Captain," he said, looking up at the olive skinned alien. He had thought about explaining it to him, but decided that it was probably better if his Force abilities remained a secret, at least for the time being.
"Now, according to these charts, there are several caves in that canyon, here, here and here," Raezyr said pointing to the charts. "Once the shuttle gets close, it should just be a matter of picking up on their comm frequency and homing in. Now get that shuttle in the air quickly, before the sand storm hits us here too and we can't send anyone up."
Raezyr shut down the computer console and stood up. "I'm going back to my quarters. Notify me when the shuttle has returned."
"As you wish, my Lord," Falka said and nodded slightly. He pulled his comm from his belt as he walked toward the door. "Tocar, get your two best pilots and that MD-3 medical droid and meet me in the hang-" The closing of the door as Falka exited prevented Raezyr from hearing any more of the transmission.
He waited a minute and headed for the door himself. He kept thinking he should be going himself, but at the same time, it was a routine pickup, and wasn't a commander supposed to delegate the mundane tasks to his underlings? Logic told him that was true, but he still couldn't help feel like it was his job.
Raezyr's thoughts were focused squarely on his older brother, and the predicament that Trychon was in, and he was still debating on his responsibility in the situation when he arrived back at his quarters. His thoughts were elsewhere, and it nearly got him killed.
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