Suddenly the native species of Meisos began running in Raezyr's direction. Every single alien in sight, and more still as they began to leave the surrounding buildings as well, many of them brandishing swords, spears or other weapons.
For the briefest of moments, the big Sith warrior considered igniting his light sabers, but immediately dismissed it. He wasn't ready to commit suicide yet. He turned and started hobbling as fast as he could toward the wagon. He could sense Trychon, Reed and Schyrt watching the situation unfold from the dark recesses of the wagon, and was thankful they had at least had sense enough to stay hidden. This was his problem and he'd deal with it.
Suddenly, in his attempt to move quickly, he put too much weight on his injured leg and it crumpled beneath him. Laying in the dirt, he looked at the on-coming natives, and then at the wagon making it's way toward the gate. Reality hit him like a ton of dura-crete.
He resolved to make them pay dearly with 100 Meisosian lives for every drop of his blood which was about to be spilled, and tried to get to his feet.
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Trychon heard his brothers voice in his head. Take care of Di, was all it said. Trychon swore softly. Without saying a word to the Sith assistants, Schyrt and Reed leaped from the back of the wagon before Trychon could stop them. Apparently they had figured out what their other employer was about to do. With their hiding place now compromised, the older Sith warrior sprung into action, a new plan in mind.
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Raezyr, bewildered, saw the two humans dashing toward him. They grabbed him by his arms started running back to the wagon with their charge. The big Sith looked over his shoulder at the oncoming hoard of aliens. They were nearly upon them, and looking even angrier than ever. Apparently word about the showdown at the Hohkhae corrals had spread quickly.
When they got to the wagon, they heaved Raezyr into the back. The pair of men dressed in red tunics then drew their weapons instead of climbing in after him.
"What are you doing?" Raezyr yelled at them.
Reed and Schyrt took fighting stances and faced the mob bearing down on them. Raezyr was never sure which one answered him, but one of them replied. "Just doing what you hired us to do."
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Trychon slipped forward in the wagon. The alien driving the conveyance was trying to look around the side of the wagon to see what the commotion was behind him. It was a simple matter to place the lightsaber hilt in the back of the aliens chest and flick the switch on and off. He had thought about trying to reason with the driver, but he most likely didn't understand Galactic Basic, and precious time would have been wasted on hand gestures.
Instead, Trychon held the slain native in place with the Force and let the team of Meisos nerfs lumber onward by themselves. He took a quick peek at the guards at the gate, but they hadn't noticed the switch in the drivers posture or attention. They were also more concerned about the commotion going on behind the wagon, apparently torn between joining the fray and staying where they had been posted.
The Sith turned and looked back as well, watching and waiting for the right moment.
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Raezyr drew deeply on the Dark Side, siphoning his pent up rage and hatred for these aliens and summoning all the power he could muster. He knew he couldn't save Schyrt and Reed. The two loyal employees had made their choice, but he could at least give them what little assistance he could. Clenching his fists and screaming in rage, he released the Force in two waves, each one passing the outside of the two men who had just rescued him.
The shock waves bowled over dozens of the aliens, causing them to fly backward into even more of the angry mob. Unfortunately for Reed and Schyrt, the crowd now numbered in the hundreds.
As the wagon lurched forward into a sudden burst of speed, Raezyr watched Reed and Schyrt, unable to help them any longer. They fought valiantly for a moment or two, the odds momentarily in their favor, but soon enough, the two were overwhelmed, drowned in the wave of angry aliens.
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Trychon waited until his younger sibling unleashed the fury of his wrath into the Meisosian mob, then released one of his own. This one was directed not at the sentient natives of the planet, but at the team of nerf-like creatures pulling the wagon.
The elder Sith focused a wave of pure fear toward the consciousness' of the animals, and they reacted instantly, stampeding toward the gate as fast as they could move.
The wagon was close enough to the exit of the city that the guards posted there had little time to react. Two were trampled beneath the thundering hooves of the beasts of labor while the rest barely had time to dive for cover.
Once outside and into the desert sands, Trychon dumped the driver's body off the side of the run away wagon and, grabbing the reins, hopped into pilot's chair. He didn't slow down, however. Instead he kept driving the beasts, using the both the reins and reinforcing their already panicked state with further empathic waves of fear.
They finally stopped late in the night, not by any choice of theirs, but because their beasts couldn't go any further. They rested there for a couple hours before pushing on, just before dawn. They were forced to travel on foot from there as the nerf-like creatures died sometime during their brief sleep.
"We just can't catch a gorram break," Raezyr muttered, limping along next to his half-brother in the general direction of the next oasis.
For the briefest of moments, the big Sith warrior considered igniting his light sabers, but immediately dismissed it. He wasn't ready to commit suicide yet. He turned and started hobbling as fast as he could toward the wagon. He could sense Trychon, Reed and Schyrt watching the situation unfold from the dark recesses of the wagon, and was thankful they had at least had sense enough to stay hidden. This was his problem and he'd deal with it.
Suddenly, in his attempt to move quickly, he put too much weight on his injured leg and it crumpled beneath him. Laying in the dirt, he looked at the on-coming natives, and then at the wagon making it's way toward the gate. Reality hit him like a ton of dura-crete.
He resolved to make them pay dearly with 100 Meisosian lives for every drop of his blood which was about to be spilled, and tried to get to his feet.
------------
Trychon heard his brothers voice in his head. Take care of Di, was all it said. Trychon swore softly. Without saying a word to the Sith assistants, Schyrt and Reed leaped from the back of the wagon before Trychon could stop them. Apparently they had figured out what their other employer was about to do. With their hiding place now compromised, the older Sith warrior sprung into action, a new plan in mind.
------------
Raezyr, bewildered, saw the two humans dashing toward him. They grabbed him by his arms started running back to the wagon with their charge. The big Sith looked over his shoulder at the oncoming hoard of aliens. They were nearly upon them, and looking even angrier than ever. Apparently word about the showdown at the Hohkhae corrals had spread quickly.
When they got to the wagon, they heaved Raezyr into the back. The pair of men dressed in red tunics then drew their weapons instead of climbing in after him.
"What are you doing?" Raezyr yelled at them.
Reed and Schyrt took fighting stances and faced the mob bearing down on them. Raezyr was never sure which one answered him, but one of them replied. "Just doing what you hired us to do."
-------------
Trychon slipped forward in the wagon. The alien driving the conveyance was trying to look around the side of the wagon to see what the commotion was behind him. It was a simple matter to place the lightsaber hilt in the back of the aliens chest and flick the switch on and off. He had thought about trying to reason with the driver, but he most likely didn't understand Galactic Basic, and precious time would have been wasted on hand gestures.
Instead, Trychon held the slain native in place with the Force and let the team of Meisos nerfs lumber onward by themselves. He took a quick peek at the guards at the gate, but they hadn't noticed the switch in the drivers posture or attention. They were also more concerned about the commotion going on behind the wagon, apparently torn between joining the fray and staying where they had been posted.
The Sith turned and looked back as well, watching and waiting for the right moment.
--------------
Raezyr drew deeply on the Dark Side, siphoning his pent up rage and hatred for these aliens and summoning all the power he could muster. He knew he couldn't save Schyrt and Reed. The two loyal employees had made their choice, but he could at least give them what little assistance he could. Clenching his fists and screaming in rage, he released the Force in two waves, each one passing the outside of the two men who had just rescued him.
The shock waves bowled over dozens of the aliens, causing them to fly backward into even more of the angry mob. Unfortunately for Reed and Schyrt, the crowd now numbered in the hundreds.
As the wagon lurched forward into a sudden burst of speed, Raezyr watched Reed and Schyrt, unable to help them any longer. They fought valiantly for a moment or two, the odds momentarily in their favor, but soon enough, the two were overwhelmed, drowned in the wave of angry aliens.
-------------
Trychon waited until his younger sibling unleashed the fury of his wrath into the Meisosian mob, then released one of his own. This one was directed not at the sentient natives of the planet, but at the team of nerf-like creatures pulling the wagon.
The elder Sith focused a wave of pure fear toward the consciousness' of the animals, and they reacted instantly, stampeding toward the gate as fast as they could move.
The wagon was close enough to the exit of the city that the guards posted there had little time to react. Two were trampled beneath the thundering hooves of the beasts of labor while the rest barely had time to dive for cover.
Once outside and into the desert sands, Trychon dumped the driver's body off the side of the run away wagon and, grabbing the reins, hopped into pilot's chair. He didn't slow down, however. Instead he kept driving the beasts, using the both the reins and reinforcing their already panicked state with further empathic waves of fear.
They finally stopped late in the night, not by any choice of theirs, but because their beasts couldn't go any further. They rested there for a couple hours before pushing on, just before dawn. They were forced to travel on foot from there as the nerf-like creatures died sometime during their brief sleep.
"We just can't catch a gorram break," Raezyr muttered, limping along next to his half-brother in the general direction of the next oasis.
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