584. The Heist - Raezyr

"Hey, Trych," Tyr called. "I've been having some problems with the Wraith's computers lately. You think you can take a look at them?"

"If you'd stop downloading all those indecent holonet images, you wouldn't be having those problems," Trychon said with a grin.

Tyr didn't answer, but instead scratched behind his ear and gave the other Sith a sheepish look.

Trychon chuckled and rolled his eyes. He picked up his data pad and headed for the hatchway where Tyr's ship was docked to the Twilight Stalker.

Anya stepped around the corner from where she had been listening. "That takes care of him for a bit. Now maybe you can talk to Raezyr?" she asked Tyr, running her fingers across his chest playfully.

"Sure thing," Tyr responded. "I'm sure he's working out somewhere," he commented and they went to find their big Sith counter part. Everything seemed to be going as he had planned. Soon it wouldn't be long and both Raezyr and Trychon would just be used to doing whatever it was that Tyr instructed. Someday they might wonder when the change had come about, but by then it would be too late.

Unfortunately for Tyr, Anya was thinking along similar lines as well.

They found Raezyr in the workout room where they had expected to find him. He had been going through his daily calisthenics/meditation routine when they entered the room. Raezyr let himself down from his one-handed hand stand position, combining Force techniques and his own physical acuity to perform difficult feats. He stood up, grabbed a towel and began wiping the sweat from his body. "You two here to workout? A fit body and a fit mind go hand in hand, you know."

"Maybe later, Raez. Right now I wanted to discuss our immediate plans," Tyr said.

"Well, let's get Trych in here then. He knows what our time line needs to look like and can fill you in," Raezyr informed him and walked over to a bench where his gear was, looking for his communicator.

"Trych's busy working on the Wraith's computers," he informed the big Sith. "Besides, I'm not talking about this little caper he has planned. I mean more immediately."

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Raezyr asked, giving the former smuggler a skeptical look.

"We need to go to Corellia for a day, maybe two."

"You've got to be kidding, right?" Raezyr blurted, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. "Our pictures are emblazoned in every spaceport in the Core, and you want to just take a little daytrip to one of the Galaxy's most prominent planets? I do NOT think so."

"Look, you know Anya has some unfinished business on Corellia, and I know that my ship at least could stand to have some certified astro-techs give her a look, and I bet at least the Stalker could as well," Tyr reasoned.

"It's out of the question. We'll all be arrested on site, and while I'm not worried about a little hand to hand combat, the entire Corellian Security Force would be bearing down on us. Even if we did manage to get back to the ships and take off, we'd be lucky if we even broke out of the atmosphere before we were vaped," Raezyr explained. "No way. Not happening. Anya's little revenge trip will have to wait for another day."

Anya stepped up to the big warrior, put her hand lightly on his bare chest and looked up into his face. "Raez, please listen for just a minute. You know some of my story. If you had a chance to get revenge on those who had taken everything from you, could you wait?"

Raezyr started to say something, but the blond Sith slid her hands up to the top of his shoulders and continued, "Listen, Raez. You're worried about being recognized, and I understand, but what if I could promise you that wouldn't happen?"

Alarm klaxons were ringing in Raezyr's head. The temptress was up to something. Deep inside he knew it, yet at the same time he could detect no deception in what she was saying. "How is that even possible?"

"Remember that little talent I learned? The one where I can make small objects invisible?" she asked and the big Sith nodded, all the while looking for some hint of what the catch may be. "Well, I've developed that a little further, and I think with a little bit of training, I can teach you to use the Force to alter your facial features a bit."

She paused to let that sink in for a moment. "It's not permanent. It's more of an illusion, but for a while, Raez, your scar would be gone. With practice, you may be able to even hold the illusion with very little effort."

Raezyr pulled her arms down from his face where she was tracing the scar with her fingers and stepped back. The room was silent for a moment before he spoke. "Alright. If you can teach me how to make my scar disappear, then I guess we can probably make time for a trip to Corellia."