573. Flight of the Decoy - Raezyr

"Where are we again?" Anya asked, slightly perturbed. She was beginning to grow weary of the dives and holes they had been frequenting for months and was beginning to think they may have visited just about every backwater planet in the galaxy, or the inhabited ones, at least.

"Budpock," Tyr replied. "It'll be a good place to lay low for a while and still get a chance to see some action. There are plenty of pirate gangs in this sector." Tyr pulled their speeder up to a decently sized cantina, and even though it was fairly busy for a mid-afternoon they had no problem finding a booth.

"I'll get the drinks, baby," Anya said and gave Tyr a smile that he knew meant she was looking for fun, and when she looked for fun, people could get killed.

He grinned to himself as he watched her walk across the crowded bar, swaying her hips underneath tight fitting leather trousers and the shear, short-cropped tunic she wore left little to the imagination. She's a gundark in nerf's clothing, that one, he thought to himself, but she's MY gundark.

He watched her for a bit, then began following her gaze, trying to see what she was up to. Here and there around the room she was making eye contact with various unsavory looking characters. Inwardly Tyr groaned.

This was one of her favorite games. Anya would catch people's eye, and give them some sort of subtle encouragement. What it was exactly, he hadn't figured out, but soon, she'd have a dozen of them fighting over her.

It amused her to no end to watch the mindless males fall so quickly for a quick smile, a batted eyelash or a feigned blush. Someone was going to get themselves killed, and she was going to love watching it. Tyr usually sat back and rolled his eyes a bit, and it annoyed her a bit that Tyr was so confident she belonged to him that he didn't feel the need to fight for her. This time she had a plan to get him involved as well, though.

It would probably have surprised Tyr to know that she didn't really care if he made it through the fight alive or not. She'd be thrilled if he did, as her bedchamber toy and chauffeur would still be around, but if not, there were plenty of others to do her bidding with just a glance.

Normally the bartender was quick to fill her order, but today it was a droid serving the refreshments and the machinery was immune to her charms, making her wait in line.

"Can I buy your drink, miss?" said a voice at her elbow. She turned her head just slightly to identify the speaker. It was a human, most likely an ex-Mandalorian judging by the pieces of armor he wore.

"You Mandalorian?" she asked.

"Born and bred," he replied proudly. "I'll make it home someday, but for now I do a bit of mercenary work."

"Do you have friends? My friend just loves Mandalorians. Maybe you and your friends could join us. We've been in space forever it seems like, and haven't been around men in forever," Anya said, working her ploy.

"We could sure do that," the Mandalorian said. "Who's your friend?" he asked, looking around the bar.

"Right over there," Anya said, pointing at Tyr and waving.

Tyr watched the exchange between the two. Most of the time, the Mandalorian couldn't keep his eyes off of Anya's barely concealed chest. When they turned and looked his direction, he instinctively returned Anya's wave, and instantly he regretted it.

The Mandalorian turned back to Anya and shoved his finger in her face, his own turning three different shades of red. That the mercenary was pretty angry about something was obvious.

Tyr got to his feet, still watching the exchange. Everyone was watching it, he noticed. Apparently this guy had a lot of friends here.

Anya said something back to him, and the Mandalorian cocked his arm and threw a punch the blond Sith girl barely dodged. Tyr was sure she could have gotten out of the way sooner, but he didn't bother to think about that.

Instead, he lunged across the room, drawing and igniting his orange laser sword. In one quick motion he attacked and the two halves of the Mandalorian hit the ground with a sickly thud.

Tyr turned to face the rest of the cantina, holding the lightsaber defensively while motioning for Anya to get behind him with his off hand.

Slowly, all around the room, beings of all shapes and sizes began to get to their feet, and the murmur that was growing had ill portends.

The Sith warrior let his senses take over as the Dark Side rushed to fill him. He heard the scrape of metal on leather as several blasters were drawn around the room. The bolts began to fly as he took action, blocking and returning the lasers and slashing though limbs and torsos.

Dimly he was aware of a comm beeping, and Anya answering it, rather than igniting her own lightsaber and giving him a hand.

"Hello?" she asked into the comm, which had rung in on an encrypted frequency.

"Anya? It's Raezyr. Is Tyr there?" came the voice over the comm.

"He's... busy," she said hesitantly. "Can I take a message?"

"Put him on."

Anya rolled her eyes and covered the device with one hand so she couldn't be heard. "Tyr... it's the asshole and he insists on speaking with you."

Why he didn't ignore her, he didn't know, but instead, he grabbed the comm with his off hand, continuing to battle the pirates and mercenaries attacking from all over the cantina, while Anya sipped the drink the droid had set down in front of her just moments before it's head was disintegrated by stray blaster fire.

Through gasps for air, he answered the device. Raezyr's voice issued from it. "Tyr, it's Raez."

"Hey guys! How's things?" Tyr replied as if nothing were going on.

"We're fine, thank you. I'll keep this short... I've been informed you have a full schedule at the moment. You've done a great job so far keeping the Republic off our tails, but they have to be close to figuring out what's going on."

"Yeah... it's been closer scrapes lately... but nothing we're not ready for. What's up?" Tyr replied, pausing briefly to cleave limbs from torsos.

"Time's up for these games. We're done with our missions and we need to regroup. Meet us within a standard week in the Corellian system."

"No problem." He laughed, right as a deflected laser struck a blaster, causing it to explode. "Oop... gotta run! Give Huck my best!" He switched off the comm and tossed it back to Anya.

Within another moment, Tyr was standing alone surrounded by the dead and dying... and Anya.

She slipped up behind him as he shut his lightsaber down and clipped it back on is belt. She ran her fingers through his hair and, standing on the tip of her toes, bit Tyr's ear a bit.

A thrill ran though him.

"What did that nerf-herder want?" She whispered in his ear.

He turned around and slid his hands around her narrow waist. Her chest was heaving with excitement. "We need to meet them in a week in the Corellian system which is alright, especially since we can't stick around here anymore."