576. The Heist - Raezyr

On the outer fringes of the Corellian Sector, so far out that the Corellian sun looked like little more than a slightly brighter star, the Jet Razor and the Twilight Stalker drifted, docked together.

On board the two ships the 4 humans and the droid went about their business: the hired hands competently checked ship systems and made repairs where necessary and were assisted by the droid, Trychon worked on his nearly completed dual-bladed lightsaber, and Raezyr sat cross-legged in the center of one of the Stalker's cargo holds.

The hold had been converted to a training room by Delki and Bleetz back on Hoth and this was really the first chance they'd had to put it to good use. In the center of the room the younger Sith sat the row of holocrons and one by one sent Dark Side energies into the information storage devices, trying to unlock their secrets.

Of late, the avatar of Dark Lord Daxon Var had grown more stand-offish and was less forthcoming with new knowledge and teachings as both of the brothers had grown more powerful. They had come to the conclusion that either he was finding them unsuitable as students, which didn't seem likely considering their quick progress, or more likely, the old Sith hadn't been as powerful as his holocron claimed and he was running out of things to teach them.

Either way, it was getting harder to learn anything from it and soon they would have to stop using it. Considering this, they decided it was time to try in earnest to activate some of the other devices.

They had tried to activate the others several times before, but always together, and always with the knowledge that if they were unsuccessful, they still had Daxon Var. This time, Raezyr was trying by himself and Var was a poor fallback plan.

One by one, he searched the devices, poking and prodding, exploring with tendrils of the Force, trying to get a reaction or any sign that these others were still functional.

He'd already been at it for a few hours when one of them began to radiate a reddish yellow light. Raezyr could feel the power emanating from it and drank in the power like an intoxicating aroma.

Suddenly the holocron's avatar sprang to life and before him stood a reddish-brown Devaronian male wearing a black vest and matching pantaloons. His muscles bulged an his eyes blazed as he drew an ancient-looking lightsaber and activated it's crimson blade.

Instinctively, Raezyr sprung to his feet, his own blades springing to life almost of their own volition. For a moment, he felt a bit stupid, reacting in such a manner to a mere holographic image, then it spoke.

"Good. I see you have the instincts of a warrior, one who is born to fight and to slay his enemies. I am Vilmax N'vaarq. In the time of Ajunta Pall, I was but a boy. I was an apprentice to Karness Muur's apprentice and the first Weapons Master of the Sith. Many enemies died at my hands. To whom am I speaking?" the Devaronian Sith asked.

Raezyr bowed, never taking his eyes off the avatar. "I am Darth Raezyr, one of but a handful of Sith left in the Galaxy. I would learn from you, to return our order to greatness."

"Then, Sith Warrior, show me what you know," said the apparition.

Raezyr grinned and settled into the opening stance of Jar'Kai.