Raezyr felt a gentle, familiar nudge in mind. A sign his half-brother was trying to get his attention with the Force. He awoke and groaned. "Shut up, Trych," he said to himself and covering his ears with his hands as if he could block out his sibling's voice.
"Is he making dirty jokes again?" Dianna said in a sleepy, yet playful voice as she wrapped her arms around the big warrior and nuzzled her head into his back.
Raezyr didn't answer her. She could tell he was listening to Trychon again. Suddenly the big man swung his feet out of bed and began urgently searching for his clothes. Dianna sat up and pulled the sheet up to her neck. "What is it, Raez? What's wrong?"
"She's back," was all he said, sliding into his trousers.
"Who's back?"
"Anya. She's back."
"How do you know?" she asked.
The big man paused as he slid his boots on. "Di, I can feel her. That's what Trychon was telling me. He sensed her first."
"How can you be sure, Raez? Someone would have commed me if a ship had entered the system," she said.
Suddenly the comm started to beep. She looked over at her lover, who just gave her a quick, "I tried to tell you" glance. She'd have thought she would learn to trust him on these things by now. She hit the comm switch on the nightstand. "Go for Di," she said.
"Captain, we have a Sierra Alpha," came Rhox Vega's voice on the other end.
"Ee tee ay?" She asked.
"Approximately 30 minutes," Rhox said.
"I'll be there in 20." Dianna clicked off the comm and crawled out of bed and crossing to her closet.
Raezyr paused before heading out the door. "What the Sith is a 'Sierra Alpha?'" he asked.
"A vessel has just jumped out of hyperspace and is on course for Hoth," she said slipping into a pair of form fitting black trousers. "You meet her on the deck. I'll be in the control room. She better have a damn good explanation."
The big Sith warrior gave her a grin as he slid out the door.
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Raezyr entered the quarters he and his brother shared, surprised to find Trychon still in the process of getting dressed. He glanced over at the bed which had clearly not been slept in last night. Remembering Teera's flirtatious nature the previous evening he put two and two together. Raezyr grinned but said nothing, going straight to his closet and began donning his armor.
Trychon buckled his utility belt, lightsaber dangling from the side. Turning to face his half-brother he said, "You're dying to say something, so let's get this out of the way, shall we?"
Raezyr paused as he buckled the breastplate. "Teera?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"It sure as Hell wasn't Rhox," the elder brother responded, his grin almost as big. "Although that might be tempting to try."
"You'd have better luck trying to bed a rancor, I think," Raezyr responded, and they both laughed out loud.
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"What have you got?" Dianna asked her security officer as she stepped into the control room.
"Standard Vector-class cargo freighter. Hull profile eye-dee and transponder pings both identify the ship as the Wasted Rancor," the dark haired woman replied.
"Did she have a code?" Dianna asked.
Rhox gave her a surprised look, wondering how she knew for sure that it was a female piloting the ship, but said nothing about it. Instead she said, "It's an older code, but it checks out. I was about to clear her." She watched her captain for a moment who was intently studying the radar and other instrumentation. "Shall I deny her access?"
"No," Dianna said. "Give her clearance. This is for Raez and Trych to handle." The leader of the Kingsmen walked over to the window overlooking the entire hangar and the two figures striding out to the middle of the landing deck. When they stopped she hit the switch to open the doors.
"But I don't trust her. Keep sensors on full and if there's even the slightest fluctuation, I want to know about it."
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