The remaining days of the trip to Hoth were fairly quiet. Dianna was unapologetic to Raezyr for needing the time alone, but for him no apology was required. Things were back to a relative normal between them after that night, though it was apparent that she was still a bit distraught. It didn't matter how much the missions they described to her sounded like fairly routine errands. They always ended up taking longer than planned, involving a lot more fighting than planned, and incur a lot more injuries than planned. Raezyr's persistent limp had not improved, and he refused to talk to her about it. She just hoped to see that annoying limp just as it was when he returned to her.
The goodbyes, besides those that took place in private, were short and to the point as usual. Long and tight hugs were given to both of the Sith by Dianna. She whispered to Trychon to keep Raezyr safe, as she normally did.
Schyrt and Reed quietly went about their business, loading various crates that were filled with mission essentials, like ales and spirits, as well as a few other items that they weren't sure if they'd need, massive firepower and explosives. It was pretty routine for them, but Di's worried glance towards their precaution didn't go unnoticed.
Deera waved from the corner of the room, with an awkward smile. She was obviously still struggling with her near death experience and wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it. Trained assassins are usually on good terms with their own mortality, but it had been too long since the Twi'lek had been in such a situation.
After their exchanges, the Sith headed off to THX-1138, to see what sort of shape the facilities there were truly in. If they were as good as the defensive mechanisms in place, they'd be pretty well off. If they weren't, then they'd have to figure out a plan B.
Their time in hyperspace was in many ways the same as it always was. The biggest difference was that rather than sparring in random sections of the ship, they sparred in and around the med-bay. Rather than drinking in the common area, they drank in the med-bay. Then when it came time to talk about Dianna, they again opened up the ales, and discussed her in the med-bay.
"Look, I know she was just projecting, and when she's calmed down and really thought about it, she'll realize there's some serious issues with her line of thinking." Raezyr mused his thought while he took another gulp out of his tankard. "But will common sense prevail over her feelings, or will this become a persistent issue?"
"I don't have an answer for you there, brother." Trychon popped the top off another ale and passed it to him as an alternate to consoling him.
"We actually already were looking at settling down in our own round about way. Do you think she'd come to Den Var with us if the right opportunities were there?"
Trychon was about to answer when the speaker interrupted.
"We're preparing to exit hyperspace, Masters."
"Very well." Trychon noted, depressing the nearby comm button. "Well, Raez..."
Then as the ship's gentle humming switched tones as the sublight drives kicked in and the lines outside the viewport solidified into glaring stars, another noise interrupted. An insistant beeping was joined by a heavy gurgling noise. The Sith's attention quickly shifted to the bacta tank, where Mannix was now thrashing around in a panic.
A quick glance over the medical readouts showed no abnormal amount of pain that he could be experiencing, given the chemicals coursing his body. Raezyr was just about to point out that perhaps the timing of the boy's awakening was no coincidence when they were interrupted a third time.
Dark. Bad.
Both Sith simply stared at the boy, who had stopped his manic movements and was now simply looking at them and pressing his hand up against the transparisteel container that held him.
Neither of them knew what to say to the boy, who had never before been able to communicate to them through the Force like this.
Kill me.
Raezyr looked to Trychon, who began preparing the system to sedate their patient.
I'm sorry. Raezyr reached out to touch the other side of the bacta tank. We still need you, Mannix.
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