Raezyr's hand inched toward his lightsabers, but Trychon put a hand on forearm to stop him. "There's too many, brother. Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor." The angry emotions of the crowd swept over them like a wave, and both warriors realized that soon it would be Meisosian bodies sweeping over them instead if they didn't move. Already the crowd was starting to sweep toward them, and they could see armed guards which had been stationed all over the coliseum were now hustling toward their position.
Slowly, they began backing away toward the entrance which was luckily right behind them. From down below, one of Seiriss' assistants began shrieking something in his native tongue. The brothers didn't need to speak the language to understand the alien was calling to stop them from escaping, or maybe calling for their heads. Either way, it was the same to Trychon and Raezyr. They spun on their heels and sprinted.
They could hear the angry roar of the mob behind them as they sprinted down the corridor and through the exit. Trychon turned upon exiting and threw out his fist, releasing a burst of telekinesis and pulling the heavy wooden doors shut behind them. Unfortunately they barred from the inside, and would only slow the angry mob down momentarily.
A Meisosian guard jumped into action, drawing his sword and charging the two brothers. A short time ago, this same being had seemed friendly toward the off-worlders, but now he was clearly bent on stopping the Sith. Neither brother had time to wonder at the attitude change despite not having communication with the inside as they were immediately thrust into combat.
Raezyr took the lead and lunged forward, his dual blades springing to life mid-swing. He made his attack with little heed to the primitive sword his opponent wielded, fully expecting his energy blade to pass through the metal as if it were flimsi. He was shocked when the weapon halted his attack short of it's mark. With swords that could withstand a lightsaber, these guards suddenly became more than a minor obstacle. Raezyr found himself thankful he hadn't tried to take on the numerous guards which would momentarily be descending upon them.
The big Sith did notice that his opponents weapon wasn't completely immune to a lightsaber. A large notch remained where the two weapons had made contact. He quickly changed tactics, allowing the red alien to make it's own series of attacks. Each time Raezyr aimed his own parries to connect in the already weakened spot on the guard's weapon.
The Meisosian noticed what was happening, but too late. Raezyr made a vicious attack which finally cut through the primitive weapon, pausing only slightly as it did so, before slicing cleanly through the guard's torso. The upper half of the body fell to the ground with a wet "thud" as the bottom half crumpled into a heap. Raezyr turned to assist his brother who had been occupied with holding the doors closed, keeping the pursuing mob bottled up during the brief encounter.
Reed and Schyrt had been standing outside, waiting with many other servants who were not allowed into the great arena. Neither of them questioned what was happening. They knew that Raezyr and Trychon would fill them in on what they needed to know when there was time. Right now action was called for, and they fell in behind their employers as they sprinted down the street.
Eventually, Trychon was forced by distance to release his hold on the coliseum doors, but within a few blocks they were able to duck into a narrow alley or side street and take a bit of a breather, but not for a moment did any of them think they had gotten away. There seemed to be some sort of collective empathy among these aliens as even the peasants, servants, and street performers had become immediately hostile toward them. It wouldn't be long before the entire city was after them.
"We could try to hide," Reed offered once the situation had been explained. "Wait until the heat is off a bit and then sneak out of town and call down the ship."
"No good," Trychon countered. "These aliens are Force sensitive. Raez and I are currently doing our best to mask our presence, but they may figure it out. If it were just us, we could mask our presence indefinitely, but it's taking a lot of effort to mask you two as well. One slip up and they're on us.
"We're going to have to get out of town, and do it now," Raezyr explained. He winced and worked his bad knee. It had never healed properly after taking a slug to it back on Tatooine. "Anyone have any stims?" He asked.
"I wish you had gotten it replaced back on Den Var. Don't you?" Trychon asked. The worry was clear in his voice.
"I'll be fine, brother," Raezyr replied a bit testily.
"Can't we just call down the ship now and have it make a couple strafing runs by remote? You can do that kind of stuff from your datapad, right Master Trychon?" Schyrt offered, bringing the conversation back on topic.
They were all silent for a few minutes, waiting for his answer. "Well," he began and paused. "Well, that would be ideal... if my datapad weren't packed with the rest of our gear back at Vathka Rodas' place."
Slowly, they began backing away toward the entrance which was luckily right behind them. From down below, one of Seiriss' assistants began shrieking something in his native tongue. The brothers didn't need to speak the language to understand the alien was calling to stop them from escaping, or maybe calling for their heads. Either way, it was the same to Trychon and Raezyr. They spun on their heels and sprinted.
They could hear the angry roar of the mob behind them as they sprinted down the corridor and through the exit. Trychon turned upon exiting and threw out his fist, releasing a burst of telekinesis and pulling the heavy wooden doors shut behind them. Unfortunately they barred from the inside, and would only slow the angry mob down momentarily.
A Meisosian guard jumped into action, drawing his sword and charging the two brothers. A short time ago, this same being had seemed friendly toward the off-worlders, but now he was clearly bent on stopping the Sith. Neither brother had time to wonder at the attitude change despite not having communication with the inside as they were immediately thrust into combat.
Raezyr took the lead and lunged forward, his dual blades springing to life mid-swing. He made his attack with little heed to the primitive sword his opponent wielded, fully expecting his energy blade to pass through the metal as if it were flimsi. He was shocked when the weapon halted his attack short of it's mark. With swords that could withstand a lightsaber, these guards suddenly became more than a minor obstacle. Raezyr found himself thankful he hadn't tried to take on the numerous guards which would momentarily be descending upon them.
The big Sith did notice that his opponents weapon wasn't completely immune to a lightsaber. A large notch remained where the two weapons had made contact. He quickly changed tactics, allowing the red alien to make it's own series of attacks. Each time Raezyr aimed his own parries to connect in the already weakened spot on the guard's weapon.
The Meisosian noticed what was happening, but too late. Raezyr made a vicious attack which finally cut through the primitive weapon, pausing only slightly as it did so, before slicing cleanly through the guard's torso. The upper half of the body fell to the ground with a wet "thud" as the bottom half crumpled into a heap. Raezyr turned to assist his brother who had been occupied with holding the doors closed, keeping the pursuing mob bottled up during the brief encounter.
Reed and Schyrt had been standing outside, waiting with many other servants who were not allowed into the great arena. Neither of them questioned what was happening. They knew that Raezyr and Trychon would fill them in on what they needed to know when there was time. Right now action was called for, and they fell in behind their employers as they sprinted down the street.
Eventually, Trychon was forced by distance to release his hold on the coliseum doors, but within a few blocks they were able to duck into a narrow alley or side street and take a bit of a breather, but not for a moment did any of them think they had gotten away. There seemed to be some sort of collective empathy among these aliens as even the peasants, servants, and street performers had become immediately hostile toward them. It wouldn't be long before the entire city was after them.
"We could try to hide," Reed offered once the situation had been explained. "Wait until the heat is off a bit and then sneak out of town and call down the ship."
"No good," Trychon countered. "These aliens are Force sensitive. Raez and I are currently doing our best to mask our presence, but they may figure it out. If it were just us, we could mask our presence indefinitely, but it's taking a lot of effort to mask you two as well. One slip up and they're on us.
"We're going to have to get out of town, and do it now," Raezyr explained. He winced and worked his bad knee. It had never healed properly after taking a slug to it back on Tatooine. "Anyone have any stims?" He asked.
"I wish you had gotten it replaced back on Den Var. Don't you?" Trychon asked. The worry was clear in his voice.
"I'll be fine, brother," Raezyr replied a bit testily.
"Can't we just call down the ship now and have it make a couple strafing runs by remote? You can do that kind of stuff from your datapad, right Master Trychon?" Schyrt offered, bringing the conversation back on topic.
They were all silent for a few minutes, waiting for his answer. "Well," he began and paused. "Well, that would be ideal... if my datapad weren't packed with the rest of our gear back at Vathka Rodas' place."
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