Anya became aware that she had just gotten in over her head. She also became aware that the cloaked figure standing next to Raezyr was very powerful. How she hadn't felt his presence before, she didn't know.
"What's going on?" she asked confusedly.
"This is a training fight, Anya," Raezyr explained, "Use the Force and defeat them both, but do not kill or maim either of them, or you will incur the wrath of Lord Eiron, our MASTER." Raezyr placed heavy emphasis on the last word, ensuring she understood the consequences.
Without a word, she took advantage of having the drop on the man with the orange blade.
She kicked out with her right foot, catching Tyrrazapon in the back of the knee, and he dropped to the ground. She stepped on the back of his thigh, effectively pinning him to the ground while holding her blade to the back of his head.
Tyrrazapon flicked off his lightsaber, indicating his submission.
She then turned to face Trychon. The look of determination on her face told him that she remembered how their first encounter had ended... and that it wouldn't be repeated so easily.
Trychon moved in, taking the offensive, raining blow after blow down on Anya.
It took everything she had just to get her red lightsaber in position to block the attacks and she back peddled as quickly as she could.
Trychon's blade seemed to be everywhere at once, the two blades crackling and hissing as she barely blocked blow after blow.
Suddenly Trychon reached out with his left hand, grabbed her right wrist and twisted it around her back, yanking her down to her knees at the same time. She let out a slight cry as her wrist was pulled up to the back of her neck.
Trychon leveled his blade just inches from her neck.She looked down at the hilt of her lightsaber on the floor. She hadn't even realized she had dropped it.
"Ungh! I yeild, Trychon," she wimpered.
Trychon let go of her wrist and returned his weapon to his belt as he walked over and stopped before Eiron.
December 24, 2008
120. Sith Academy - Eiron
Eiron watched the new girl enter the duel with a faint hint of interest. He hadn't planned that, but why not? It would make things more complicated.
"Continue!" he said sharply, instructing that the duel would go on.
"Continue!" he said sharply, instructing that the duel would go on.
119. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Anya watched the last part of the sparring session in horror from the shadows beyond the door to the great hall. Why isn't Raezyr trying to help him? That asshole is just standing there hanging his head.
She snapped on her blade and charged across the room.
Raezyr watched her charging and slapped the face of his helmet with the palm of his hand in disbelief. Stupid girl.
She reached the dueling pair just as Trychon spun a roundhouse blow that could have taken Tyrrazapon's head off, had he not pulled it, and found himself staring down a light saber blade himself.
Tyrrazapon was about to shut off his weapon, acknowledging the draw when he suddenly heard the thrum of another lightsaber at his ear.
"Drop your lightsaber or I'll turn you into a 'half-wit'... literally," he was ordered by the female voice behind him.
She snapped on her blade and charged across the room.
Raezyr watched her charging and slapped the face of his helmet with the palm of his hand in disbelief. Stupid girl.
She reached the dueling pair just as Trychon spun a roundhouse blow that could have taken Tyrrazapon's head off, had he not pulled it, and found himself staring down a light saber blade himself.
Tyrrazapon was about to shut off his weapon, acknowledging the draw when he suddenly heard the thrum of another lightsaber at his ear.
"Drop your lightsaber or I'll turn you into a 'half-wit'... literally," he was ordered by the female voice behind him.
118. Sith Academy - Trychon
Trychon was about ready to end it when Tyrrazapon's leg swept under him. He fell to his back as Tyr got up. Tyrrazapon brought his lightsaber down as hard as he could at Trychon, only to be blocked. Trychon swept the lightsaber off to the side and pushed off his back to jump to his feet.
They circled each other for a moment, both grinning. Tyrrazapon struck first with another overhand blow, to be blocked to the side again. Trychon kept circling, watching the eyes of Tyrrazapon. He tried to channel some of the dark side energy just to help however it could... enforcing his blows and guiding his blocks.
The two lashed out at each other at the same time, both swinging from right to left, and then left to right.
Tyrrazapon started to trip on a bit of debris on the floor, when Trychon decided to capitalize. He swung through his blow, spinning around getting ready to end the fight.
Tyrrazapon felt as though he was losing balance, but then out of nowhere, felt like he knew exactly what Trychon was about to do. He placed his foot again and swung for the opening he felt coming from Trychon.
Trychon spun around, swinging his blade towards Tyr's neck, getting ready to stop in in the last inch. He found himself holding his blade right where he wanted to... a twitch away from a kill.
He was grinning as he noticed the orange glow coming next to his cheek.
Too much focus that time, and not enough paying attention... stalemate.
They circled each other for a moment, both grinning. Tyrrazapon struck first with another overhand blow, to be blocked to the side again. Trychon kept circling, watching the eyes of Tyrrazapon. He tried to channel some of the dark side energy just to help however it could... enforcing his blows and guiding his blocks.
The two lashed out at each other at the same time, both swinging from right to left, and then left to right.
Tyrrazapon started to trip on a bit of debris on the floor, when Trychon decided to capitalize. He swung through his blow, spinning around getting ready to end the fight.
Tyrrazapon felt as though he was losing balance, but then out of nowhere, felt like he knew exactly what Trychon was about to do. He placed his foot again and swung for the opening he felt coming from Trychon.
Trychon spun around, swinging his blade towards Tyr's neck, getting ready to stop in in the last inch. He found himself holding his blade right where he wanted to... a twitch away from a kill.
He was grinning as he noticed the orange glow coming next to his cheek.
Too much focus that time, and not enough paying attention... stalemate.
117. Sith Academy - Tyrrazapon
Trychon shifted quickly and the swing almost instantaneously followed. However, Tyrrazapon countered and the two blades collided in a loud crackling of energy. They held for a moment and let each other loose.
Tyrrazapon was glad he'd fooled around for a little while on his way back from Nar Shaddaa. He brought his right arm around in an effort to land a punch on Trychon's face, but he met thin air instead, along with another try from Trychon's blade.
The duck came just in time and Tyrrazapon struck low as he went down. Trychon stepped back and chuckled."Come on Tyr, I'm not even trying," Trychon said.
"Perhaps it will be your undoing then," the answer came back.
They circled each other again for a few moments and finally Tyrrazapon inched forward and lunged. SHIT! It was too late because Trychon had whirled around and Tyrrazapon felt himself moving forward and stumbling as Trychon planted a foot square in btween his shoulder blades, sending him sprawling across the floor.
Tyrrazapon attempted to get up and come back blazing, but Trychon was there already, blade drawn and shoved into Tyrrazapon, sending him down again.
As Trychon moved his blade for the pinning move he taunted, "I thought you said I would be undone."
"Just wait."
Tyrrazapon was glad he'd fooled around for a little while on his way back from Nar Shaddaa. He brought his right arm around in an effort to land a punch on Trychon's face, but he met thin air instead, along with another try from Trychon's blade.
The duck came just in time and Tyrrazapon struck low as he went down. Trychon stepped back and chuckled."Come on Tyr, I'm not even trying," Trychon said.
"Perhaps it will be your undoing then," the answer came back.
They circled each other again for a few moments and finally Tyrrazapon inched forward and lunged. SHIT! It was too late because Trychon had whirled around and Tyrrazapon felt himself moving forward and stumbling as Trychon planted a foot square in btween his shoulder blades, sending him sprawling across the floor.
Tyrrazapon attempted to get up and come back blazing, but Trychon was there already, blade drawn and shoved into Tyrrazapon, sending him down again.
As Trychon moved his blade for the pinning move he taunted, "I thought you said I would be undone."
"Just wait."
116. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Raezyr quickly sprung to his feet and drew his other dark blue blade. Dammit, I thought he was out!
He moved quickly toward Tyrrazapon, hoping to knock him out of the fight for good, when Trychon made his move.
Trychon lunged forward, thrusting his blade toward Raezyr's side. Raezyr spun, blocking the thrust with an upward swing of his long blade, and brought his short blade in low, under Trychon's guard, preparing to stop the blade at his stomach.
Tyrrazapon had other ideas. He realized what Trychon had just a moment before: together, they could beat Raezyr. And it just might be their only chance.
Tyrrazapon leapt forward and intercepted Raezyr's blow, parrying it in a circular motion and forcing Raezyr's left arm out wide.
Both his arms now too far out of position, Raezyr tried to pull back quickly so he could regroup, but not quite quickly enough. Tyrrazapon and Trychon stepped in simultaneously, the tips of their light sabers mere centimeters away from his mask.
Raezyr held still for a moment, then deactivated both of his blades and stepped back.
Tyrrazapon and Trychon then turned to face each other.
He moved quickly toward Tyrrazapon, hoping to knock him out of the fight for good, when Trychon made his move.
Trychon lunged forward, thrusting his blade toward Raezyr's side. Raezyr spun, blocking the thrust with an upward swing of his long blade, and brought his short blade in low, under Trychon's guard, preparing to stop the blade at his stomach.
Tyrrazapon had other ideas. He realized what Trychon had just a moment before: together, they could beat Raezyr. And it just might be their only chance.
Tyrrazapon leapt forward and intercepted Raezyr's blow, parrying it in a circular motion and forcing Raezyr's left arm out wide.
Both his arms now too far out of position, Raezyr tried to pull back quickly so he could regroup, but not quite quickly enough. Tyrrazapon and Trychon stepped in simultaneously, the tips of their light sabers mere centimeters away from his mask.
Raezyr held still for a moment, then deactivated both of his blades and stepped back.
Tyrrazapon and Trychon then turned to face each other.
115. Sith Academy - Tyrrazapon
Damn! Tyrrazapon was tired of Raezyr's little parlor trick already. Now he had to figure out how to beat two guys with 3 light sabers among them. He had no idea how to use the Force the way Raezyr just had. He surely wasn't going to be gaining Eiron's favor any time soon.
He stood and watched intently, and thought about strategic ways he could get his saber back. He looked around as he recalled the exercise they'd just completed. He began to think about his past again, of the beatings, and the scars they'd left. He recalled the night his best friend had been killed and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. He burned with the memory that his father would just ship him off so easily, and that it had caused his captivity in the first place.
Tyrrazapon had drawn a little closer to the dueling duo as they exchanged blows and parries. He continued to well up the memories once again, but this time, he heeded master's words and kept his focus on the two.
How could he lie to me like that? What kind of person prides themselves on being peaceful and loving and caring like the Jedi claim to be, and then ships their own son off alone across pirated airspace to be captured and beaten so young? That bastard.
As Tyr recalled the events, suddenly the flash came again, and he raged. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like pressure was releasing all around him, and before he could realize, Raezyr and Trychon were toppling over, losing their balance. Raezyr lost his grip on Tyrrazapon's blade and it slid across the floor, deactivating.
Quickly it was gathered up and Tyrrazapon's face glowed orange as he reignited it and grinned behind the light.
I....definitely believe now. And I love it!
He stood and watched intently, and thought about strategic ways he could get his saber back. He looked around as he recalled the exercise they'd just completed. He began to think about his past again, of the beatings, and the scars they'd left. He recalled the night his best friend had been killed and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. He burned with the memory that his father would just ship him off so easily, and that it had caused his captivity in the first place.
Tyrrazapon had drawn a little closer to the dueling duo as they exchanged blows and parries. He continued to well up the memories once again, but this time, he heeded master's words and kept his focus on the two.
How could he lie to me like that? What kind of person prides themselves on being peaceful and loving and caring like the Jedi claim to be, and then ships their own son off alone across pirated airspace to be captured and beaten so young? That bastard.
As Tyr recalled the events, suddenly the flash came again, and he raged. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like pressure was releasing all around him, and before he could realize, Raezyr and Trychon were toppling over, losing their balance. Raezyr lost his grip on Tyrrazapon's blade and it slid across the floor, deactivating.
Quickly it was gathered up and Tyrrazapon's face glowed orange as he reignited it and grinned behind the light.
I....definitely believe now. And I love it!
114. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Eiron had barely finished speaking when Raezyr's right hand shot out toward Tyrrazapon, while his left hand drew his short blade and activated it in one smooth motion.
Tyrrazapon's saber flew off his belt and into Raezyr's hand, just as it had on board the Jet Razor during their trip from Nar Shaddaa to Geonosis. He activated the orange blade and turned to Trychon who had just activated his own weapon.
He crouched slightly and the melodic thrum from the weaving blue and orange blades was almost hypnotic as he moved in.
He re-focused and let the Force flow into his core to aid his combat skill.
"You can't win, Trychon. You are not good enough. Search yourself. I know you can feel it," Raezyr taunted.
He swung the orange blade at Trychon's head with all his might.
It was sudden. It was lightning fast. And Trychon barely had time to react.
Tyrrazapon's saber flew off his belt and into Raezyr's hand, just as it had on board the Jet Razor during their trip from Nar Shaddaa to Geonosis. He activated the orange blade and turned to Trychon who had just activated his own weapon.
He crouched slightly and the melodic thrum from the weaving blue and orange blades was almost hypnotic as he moved in.
He re-focused and let the Force flow into his core to aid his combat skill.
"You can't win, Trychon. You are not good enough. Search yourself. I know you can feel it," Raezyr taunted.
He swung the orange blade at Trychon's head with all his might.
It was sudden. It was lightning fast. And Trychon barely had time to react.
113. Sith Academy - Eiron
Eiron felt his apprentices funnel the Force. He could feel Trychon stumble, fall behind a bit, but then he joined the others in releasing the energy they'd channeled.
"You've tasted it," Eiron said, smiling. "You have found focus. The most difficult part is to keep that focus during battle. The Jedi will try to undermine you. As soon as you lose sight of your emotions, you power will leave you. You cannot force the Dark Side."
"But there is another lesson. Be aware when you focus. I could have slit your throats while you were remembering and none of you could have stopped me. Be aware."
"Now, last of all, I would like to see a spar between the three of you. See all of your skills in action, mmm?" Eiron's smile broadened. "Utilize all you have learned thus far. Summon the Dark Side and defeat your foes. The last one standing shall receive my favor for a moment."
Eiron stepped back to allow the duel to proceed. "Oh, and I will kill anyone who lands a killing strike. For this duel, merely defeat each other. Do not maim or kill. We have not the numbers to afford that."
"You've tasted it," Eiron said, smiling. "You have found focus. The most difficult part is to keep that focus during battle. The Jedi will try to undermine you. As soon as you lose sight of your emotions, you power will leave you. You cannot force the Dark Side."
"But there is another lesson. Be aware when you focus. I could have slit your throats while you were remembering and none of you could have stopped me. Be aware."
"Now, last of all, I would like to see a spar between the three of you. See all of your skills in action, mmm?" Eiron's smile broadened. "Utilize all you have learned thus far. Summon the Dark Side and defeat your foes. The last one standing shall receive my favor for a moment."
Eiron stepped back to allow the duel to proceed. "Oh, and I will kill anyone who lands a killing strike. For this duel, merely defeat each other. Do not maim or kill. We have not the numbers to afford that."
112. Sith Academy - Trychon
Trychon closed his eyes and tried to summon the dark side as Lord Eiron commanded him. He remembered what he could of his readings on the subject in the archives... and then also tried to pick up on the things that his new master was telling them to do.
He could almost feel heat radiating from his two companions as they surely thought about their worst moments. He could almost hear Raezyr remembering the loss of his Master and the pain that had come with it.
His link with Tyr wasn't as strong, but similarly he could feel the younger man imagining the pain that he'd gone through due to his Father's ineptitude as a parent. He was surely reliving the moments leading up to his Father's death at his own saber.
Suddenly, he felt a little out of place. He'd not been through the sorts of things that these men had. He remembered the anger he'd had on Nar Shaddaa at being betrayed...
He could feel a little warmth as he tried to get the Dark Side to come out... but it was nothing to the burning embers around him.
Then he saw through his shut eyelids the flash of the release of the dark side power around him.
It was like something clicked. He remembered for the first time laying on the floor of the forest as a toddler... and watching his family walk back to their ship and leave him behind to fend for himself... barely older than a baby! How dare they!
He felt the heat rise in him and fill him... and when he felt like he was about to pass out... he pushed the power outward.
He could almost feel heat radiating from his two companions as they surely thought about their worst moments. He could almost hear Raezyr remembering the loss of his Master and the pain that had come with it.
His link with Tyr wasn't as strong, but similarly he could feel the younger man imagining the pain that he'd gone through due to his Father's ineptitude as a parent. He was surely reliving the moments leading up to his Father's death at his own saber.
Suddenly, he felt a little out of place. He'd not been through the sorts of things that these men had. He remembered the anger he'd had on Nar Shaddaa at being betrayed...
He could feel a little warmth as he tried to get the Dark Side to come out... but it was nothing to the burning embers around him.
Then he saw through his shut eyelids the flash of the release of the dark side power around him.
It was like something clicked. He remembered for the first time laying on the floor of the forest as a toddler... and watching his family walk back to their ship and leave him behind to fend for himself... barely older than a baby! How dare they!
He felt the heat rise in him and fill him... and when he felt like he was about to pass out... he pushed the power outward.
111. Sith Academy - Eiron
"Understood. These weapons are yours for now, but you will forge your own blades when you become Sith, I can assure you. This blade I took when I killed my Jedi Master, many years ago, but I've since modified it, swapped out crystals and such for more power until it suits me."
He shut down the blade. "You must be tested, and soon, but we will begin with some hands-on training. History, you can learn on your own. The same is true of dueling techniques and Force powers. I must teach you now how to commune with the Force, truly commune with it. That requires focus and intent."
"Close your eyes," Eiron said. "Imagine your darkness. Imagine your hatred. What you fear most. What you have lost, and those who have taken it from you. What you loathe."
Eiron looked around at the three of them. "Now, with all the fury you can muster, unleash the Force upon those images. Summon the power of the Dark Side and release that energy!"
He shut down the blade. "You must be tested, and soon, but we will begin with some hands-on training. History, you can learn on your own. The same is true of dueling techniques and Force powers. I must teach you now how to commune with the Force, truly commune with it. That requires focus and intent."
"Close your eyes," Eiron said. "Imagine your darkness. Imagine your hatred. What you fear most. What you have lost, and those who have taken it from you. What you loathe."
Eiron looked around at the three of them. "Now, with all the fury you can muster, unleash the Force upon those images. Summon the power of the Dark Side and release that energy!"
110. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Raezyr relaxed a bit, but not completely.
"Master helped me build this one when I was young, but I built this one later, on my own," Raezyr stated flatly as he indicated the saber with the short blade first and the normal length blade second, both emitting a dark, mid-night blue glow.
Trychon unclipped his hilt from his belt and flicked the ignition switch, the familiar snap-hiss revealed the crimson synth-crystal formed blade. "I found mine aboard the shuttle down in the valley."
Tyrrazapon activated his own lightsaber and was bathed in the orange light. He held it in front of him with both hands as he had seen his father do many times. "I took mine from my Jedi father.... moments before I killed him with it," a sardonic grin crept across his face.
"Master helped me build this one when I was young, but I built this one later, on my own," Raezyr stated flatly as he indicated the saber with the short blade first and the normal length blade second, both emitting a dark, mid-night blue glow.
Trychon unclipped his hilt from his belt and flicked the ignition switch, the familiar snap-hiss revealed the crimson synth-crystal formed blade. "I found mine aboard the shuttle down in the valley."
Tyrrazapon activated his own lightsaber and was bathed in the orange light. He held it in front of him with both hands as he had seen his father do many times. "I took mine from my Jedi father.... moments before I killed him with it," a sardonic grin crept across his face.
109. Sith Academy - Eiron
Eiron chuckled as Raezyr tensed. He sensed Trychon and Tyrazzapon as they considered the same things. "Be not afraid," he said. "I merely wish to test you."
He angled his blade towards the ground, then swept it over his head and slashed towards Raezyr's front. The young man ignited his own weapons and blocked the strike. "See? There is nothing to it."
"How many of you built your own lightsabers?"
He angled his blade towards the ground, then swept it over his head and slashed towards Raezyr's front. The young man ignited his own weapons and blocked the strike. "See? There is nothing to it."
"How many of you built your own lightsabers?"
108. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Raezyr stood to his feet, and looked into the Sith Lord's shaded eyes. "Lord Eiron, from what I can tell, there is no order left to reshape, but I would risk ALL to see it REBORN!" Raezyr braced himself and carefully removed his own light saber hilts.
He held them at his sides, deactivated but ready. He let the Force flow into his being and seized it with a death grip, reaching his senses all around, searching.
Lord Eiron activated his blade for a reason, and I'm going to be ready for whatever it may be.
Raezyr tensed like a vornskr, ready to pounce on whatever came his way.
He held them at his sides, deactivated but ready. He let the Force flow into his being and seized it with a death grip, reaching his senses all around, searching.
Lord Eiron activated his blade for a reason, and I'm going to be ready for whatever it may be.
Raezyr tensed like a vornskr, ready to pounce on whatever came his way.
107. Sith Academy - Eiron
"I may be referred to as Eiron, Raezyr. Lord Eiron. "
"It would take far too long to master them all," Eiron said, slowly removing his own weapon from the folds of his robe and igniting it. The blade glowed red. "I know them all but to try and become the best in each is a fool's quest."
"I can sense great potential from all of you, but it is untapped. That potential must be forced if we are to achieve our goals. Are you all willing to risk being broken in order to be reshaped?"
"It would take far too long to master them all," Eiron said, slowly removing his own weapon from the folds of his robe and igniting it. The blade glowed red. "I know them all but to try and become the best in each is a fool's quest."
"I can sense great potential from all of you, but it is untapped. That potential must be forced if we are to achieve our goals. Are you all willing to risk being broken in order to be reshaped?"
106. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Raezyr spoke first, "My Master, I am well versed in the Way of the Sarlacc, and have recently begun to study Niman. As you can see, though, my former master also instructed me in Jar'Kai, as that was the style which she preferred. I am also visually familiar with the other basic styles and can recognize them being used, although I have a long way to go before I master them myself."
"I have also begun to instruct Trychon in Shii-Cho, and he has become adept with it quite quickly. Tyrrazapon, I have not had the pleasure to witness in combat, so he will have to inform you himself of his skill, although with a Jedi," Raezyr spat the word, "as a father, I would imagine he has some sort of prowess, or at least the potential for it."
"A question for you, if I may, my Lord." He continued quickly without waiting, "By what moniker do you wish us to call you? If any," he ammended quietly.
"I have also begun to instruct Trychon in Shii-Cho, and he has become adept with it quite quickly. Tyrrazapon, I have not had the pleasure to witness in combat, so he will have to inform you himself of his skill, although with a Jedi," Raezyr spat the word, "as a father, I would imagine he has some sort of prowess, or at least the potential for it."
"A question for you, if I may, my Lord." He continued quickly without waiting, "By what moniker do you wish us to call you? If any," he ammended quietly.
105. Sith Academy - Eiron
Eiron smiled at Tyrazzapon. "You, like Raezyr and Trychon, shall earn your title soon enough. And you may refer to me as Lord."
Eiron looked at his new apprentices. "None of you are young. You have experience; you know life. That is good. All the better to forge a Sith. Tell me, what know you all of lightsaber combat?"
Eiron looked at his new apprentices. "None of you are young. You have experience; you know life. That is good. All the better to forge a Sith. Tell me, what know you all of lightsaber combat?"
104. Sith Academy - Tyrrazapon
The cloaked figure radiated shear power. Tyrrazapon was immediately drawn, and almost involuntarily moved across the great floor and closed the gab. He could not be sure, but he felt an enormous urge to kneal, and when he caught the glance of Raezyr, he knew this is what he should do.
I'm not sure what sort of voodoo is going on in here, but I know when to find my place, and how to pay respect. With that thought, Tyrrazapon knelt low, and his hair fell down around his face, and his knees touched the floor. He pressed his knuckles onto the floor and became still, the outlines of his upper arms became clear.
"I am he. Lord? Not quite. Just a drifter...sir," Tyrrazapon replied.
Sir? Do you call these guys 'sir'? I feel like an idiot.
I'm not sure what sort of voodoo is going on in here, but I know when to find my place, and how to pay respect. With that thought, Tyrrazapon knelt low, and his hair fell down around his face, and his knees touched the floor. He pressed his knuckles onto the floor and became still, the outlines of his upper arms became clear.
"I am he. Lord? Not quite. Just a drifter...sir," Tyrrazapon replied.
Sir? Do you call these guys 'sir'? I feel like an idiot.
103. Sith Academy - Eiron
"Well done, my apprentices," Eiron said, nodding his approval. "You are learning well. All that we do, indeed, is to make us stronger, so that we may further develop and master our control of the Force. At times, a clear head is invaluable, but the fire of our emotions is a weapon we should never disregard. Soon-"
Eiron was cut off as the doors to the Academy opened and another figure stepped inside. Eiron did not turn around. He raised his hand and gestured over his shoulder and the doors closed behind the newcomer.
"Welcome," Eiron said, turning. "I trust you are the Lord Tyrazzapon we are expecting?"
Eiron was cut off as the doors to the Academy opened and another figure stepped inside. Eiron did not turn around. He raised his hand and gestured over his shoulder and the doors closed behind the newcomer.
"Welcome," Eiron said, turning. "I trust you are the Lord Tyrazzapon we are expecting?"
102. Sith Academy - Tyrrazapon
He'd slept a great deal of the journey, but now Tyrrazapon was wide awake and at the helm of his ship. He was finally nearing Korriban and he was preparing to enter orbit and finally descend and find his new comrades.
As he drew closer, he was overcome with a deep feeling of comfort, almost as if he were coming home. But this was far from Karfeddion. He was beginning to get these types of feelings more and more frequently. He figured it was because he was finally finding some answers, or leads at least.
The ship drew closer and at last Tyrrazapon entered the well of Korriban and it drew him in. He sat and watched as black disappeared and traces of an atmosphere appeared. Then he was through and below land became small buildings. And finally his ship drew closer to his destination.
When he was docked he went through the necessary shutdown procedures and set out to find his acquaintances. He wasn't sure exactly where to look, but that same overwhelming feeling drew him in a certain direction.
After a while Tyrrazapon found himself standing at the foot of steps that led up to a building that looked like a temple, but not exactly. It was definitely huge. Great, I hope they don't lecture me about being one with ... whatever it is they're one with. The Force and all that.
He began climbing the stairs and for the first time in his life he felt completely comfortable and at home the higher he went up the stairs. When he reached the doors, he paused and looked back, surveying the landscape around him. He shrugged and opened the doors and walked through.
As he drew closer, he was overcome with a deep feeling of comfort, almost as if he were coming home. But this was far from Karfeddion. He was beginning to get these types of feelings more and more frequently. He figured it was because he was finally finding some answers, or leads at least.
The ship drew closer and at last Tyrrazapon entered the well of Korriban and it drew him in. He sat and watched as black disappeared and traces of an atmosphere appeared. Then he was through and below land became small buildings. And finally his ship drew closer to his destination.
When he was docked he went through the necessary shutdown procedures and set out to find his acquaintances. He wasn't sure exactly where to look, but that same overwhelming feeling drew him in a certain direction.
After a while Tyrrazapon found himself standing at the foot of steps that led up to a building that looked like a temple, but not exactly. It was definitely huge. Great, I hope they don't lecture me about being one with ... whatever it is they're one with. The Force and all that.
He began climbing the stairs and for the first time in his life he felt completely comfortable and at home the higher he went up the stairs. When he reached the doors, he paused and looked back, surveying the landscape around him. He shrugged and opened the doors and walked through.
101. The Search for Darth Vikon - Tyrrazapon
When they had landed, Tyrrazapon made sure the captain was paid his dues and made his way down the ramp. He gathered his thoughts and entered the bay to gain his bearings.
He needed to find his way back to The Nefarion Wraith that was docked not too far away. He brisked past passersby and made his way through the maze of those milling around the bay. He caught a small shuttle that took sifted through the traffic and made its way down the docks.
Again he entered the receiving bay and approached the counter and sorted out the details of his departure. He felt this might save him grief over the comm system if he tried to request it from the ship.
"So you've had a long stay have you?" he was asked.
"Yes, yes. I've been here for some time scouting possible business investments," Tyrrazapon lied.
"Ah, and what did you find?"
"Well, a moon like this sometimes has it's difficulties, but I trust I may be able to find a way to get some things moving here," he continued.
"I see. Looks like you're all set then."
"Great. Much appreciated."
Tyrrazapon made his way toward the dock and found the guard he'd met before milling about. As he approached the man, he gave a quick nod. The guard couldn't recognize him because he'd had nothing to go off of the first time, but Tyrrazapon reminded him and informed him that he was indeed the owner of the ship. the guard gave a chuckle.
"I see you got yourself a new look. Did you find what you were looking for?" the guard smirked.
"It seems this moon had information after all. I believe I'll be on my way to finding those answers after all," Tyrrazapon warmed up.
"I'm glad I could help," the guard found himself amusing.
"Ah, but of course. I thank you for your willingness," more credits were exchanged as a thank you. "Oh and thanks for the advice."
"What advice?""The ale here was magnificent," Tyrrazapon gave a smile as he began making his way toward his ship. He ascended the ramp and it closed behind him.
He began his pre-flight checks and powered up the ship's navigation systems and thrusters.
"This is The Nefarion Wraith, initiating detachment sequence. Requesting circulation position for orbit entry," he informed the docking station of his departure.
"We read you. You are queued to detach when ready," the reply came back.
Can't believe this was so easy. he thought as the Wraith ascended into the atmosphere and soon made its way free of Nar Shaddaa's gravity well.
Tyrrazapon set his course for Korriban and made his way back to his sleeping quarters.
He needed to find his way back to The Nefarion Wraith that was docked not too far away. He brisked past passersby and made his way through the maze of those milling around the bay. He caught a small shuttle that took sifted through the traffic and made its way down the docks.
Again he entered the receiving bay and approached the counter and sorted out the details of his departure. He felt this might save him grief over the comm system if he tried to request it from the ship.
"So you've had a long stay have you?" he was asked.
"Yes, yes. I've been here for some time scouting possible business investments," Tyrrazapon lied.
"Ah, and what did you find?"
"Well, a moon like this sometimes has it's difficulties, but I trust I may be able to find a way to get some things moving here," he continued.
"I see. Looks like you're all set then."
"Great. Much appreciated."
Tyrrazapon made his way toward the dock and found the guard he'd met before milling about. As he approached the man, he gave a quick nod. The guard couldn't recognize him because he'd had nothing to go off of the first time, but Tyrrazapon reminded him and informed him that he was indeed the owner of the ship. the guard gave a chuckle.
"I see you got yourself a new look. Did you find what you were looking for?" the guard smirked.
"It seems this moon had information after all. I believe I'll be on my way to finding those answers after all," Tyrrazapon warmed up.
"I'm glad I could help," the guard found himself amusing.
"Ah, but of course. I thank you for your willingness," more credits were exchanged as a thank you. "Oh and thanks for the advice."
"What advice?""The ale here was magnificent," Tyrrazapon gave a smile as he began making his way toward his ship. He ascended the ramp and it closed behind him.
He began his pre-flight checks and powered up the ship's navigation systems and thrusters.
"This is The Nefarion Wraith, initiating detachment sequence. Requesting circulation position for orbit entry," he informed the docking station of his departure.
"We read you. You are queued to detach when ready," the reply came back.
Can't believe this was so easy. he thought as the Wraith ascended into the atmosphere and soon made its way free of Nar Shaddaa's gravity well.
Tyrrazapon set his course for Korriban and made his way back to his sleeping quarters.
100. The Search for Darth Vikon - Tyrrazapon
The orange glow illuminated the cabin as Tyrrazapon flipped the switch to his father's light saber. He held it out and looked it over, taking in the low hum of the energy. He'd used this only a few times in the past 8 years, beginning with his father's execution.
Most of the time it was either intimidating enough that those he threatened were defused, or he hadn't had to do much in order to end the quarrels quickly. Now Tyrrazapon decided that he would take a shot at learning how to wield this ever so unique weapon.
He recalled a little of the information he'd been able to find on the computer from days ago, and as they neared Nar Shaddaa for his second visit, he danced around the cabin testing out thrusts and jabs, parries and offensive maneuvers. He was enjoying himself and began to grow fond of his father's weapon of choice.
For some reason, he felt the urge to end his horse-play and deactivated the saber. He returned it to its hiding place just as his cabin doors spit apart again.
"Forgive the intrusion sir, but I've come to inform you that we are approaching Nar Shaddaa," the droid disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared.
"Wonderful, I've got to get back to Korriban as soon as possible," Tyrrazapon began preparing for the next leg of the journey.
Most of the time it was either intimidating enough that those he threatened were defused, or he hadn't had to do much in order to end the quarrels quickly. Now Tyrrazapon decided that he would take a shot at learning how to wield this ever so unique weapon.
He recalled a little of the information he'd been able to find on the computer from days ago, and as they neared Nar Shaddaa for his second visit, he danced around the cabin testing out thrusts and jabs, parries and offensive maneuvers. He was enjoying himself and began to grow fond of his father's weapon of choice.
For some reason, he felt the urge to end his horse-play and deactivated the saber. He returned it to its hiding place just as his cabin doors spit apart again.
"Forgive the intrusion sir, but I've come to inform you that we are approaching Nar Shaddaa," the droid disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared.
"Wonderful, I've got to get back to Korriban as soon as possible," Tyrrazapon began preparing for the next leg of the journey.
99. Sith Academy - Trychon
They recited together as though they'd been studying for years.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me free."
Raezyr spoke next. "I've learned why the Jedi are weak. They think that they are at their best when they are calm. They don't understand that chaos and emotions are our true nature and should be embraced."
Trychon added in his thoughts. "I've learned that the real path to enlightenment isn't looking for answers in our past or why things are what they are. True enlightenment is only gained through power. It's the key to everything. With power, anything can become possible."
"The Force isn't here for us to use as a guide. It's a tool." Raezyr commented "It is to be bent to enforce my will. I can do more than just influence my environment. I should control it."
Trychon nodded. "The universe is ours to control. Strength is the key to that power. Everything we do is to become stronger and gain power."
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me free."
Raezyr spoke next. "I've learned why the Jedi are weak. They think that they are at their best when they are calm. They don't understand that chaos and emotions are our true nature and should be embraced."
Trychon added in his thoughts. "I've learned that the real path to enlightenment isn't looking for answers in our past or why things are what they are. True enlightenment is only gained through power. It's the key to everything. With power, anything can become possible."
"The Force isn't here for us to use as a guide. It's a tool." Raezyr commented "It is to be bent to enforce my will. I can do more than just influence my environment. I should control it."
Trychon nodded. "The universe is ours to control. Strength is the key to that power. Everything we do is to become stronger and gain power."
98. Sith Academy - Eiron
Eiron meditated as the apprentices studied. He ran himself through some training velocities in the practice room, his lightsaber deflecting phantom blaster bolts and deflecting the blades of ghostly warriors. He outmaneuvered invisible foes and slaughtered civilians who could not be seen.
He meditated again, and then did more research of his own on his personal datapad, linked to the computers of the Phobia, as Lys did her own work, preparing assignments for the two initiates.
Though the apprentices studied and Eiron waited, he did not see this mysterious Anya, nor Lord Tyrazzapon. He did not seek them out, either. If they wished to see him, they would come to him.
He reviewed old documents, sifted through reports on Flash Stardust, tried to look up information on Darth Malice and researched Force-sensitive worlds and cultures he had not visited. He waited for the apprentices to return to him.
He sensed them ready themselves before he heard their footsteps coming up the corridor. He pocketed his datapad again and turned around, his hands folded before him.
"And?" he asked them as they approached. "What have you learned? Begin with the Sith Code."
He meditated again, and then did more research of his own on his personal datapad, linked to the computers of the Phobia, as Lys did her own work, preparing assignments for the two initiates.
Though the apprentices studied and Eiron waited, he did not see this mysterious Anya, nor Lord Tyrazzapon. He did not seek them out, either. If they wished to see him, they would come to him.
He reviewed old documents, sifted through reports on Flash Stardust, tried to look up information on Darth Malice and researched Force-sensitive worlds and cultures he had not visited. He waited for the apprentices to return to him.
He sensed them ready themselves before he heard their footsteps coming up the corridor. He pocketed his datapad again and turned around, his hands folded before him.
"And?" he asked them as they approached. "What have you learned? Begin with the Sith Code."
97. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Hours rushed by, undetected as the two apprentices studied. Finally, Raezyr removed his helm, rubbed his eyes, then replaced it. He sat back and checked the chrono on hist wrist.
What the hell? How is it that only 45 minutes have passed? and then it dawned on him. Korriban had more than completed it's full 28 hour rotation. It was the next day.
Raezyr quickly stood up, gathered up the various data cards and tomes scattered about the work station and returned them to their proper places, then strode through the massive archives in search of Trychon.
He found him sitting at another work station, with even more tomes and data cards piled around him than Raezyr had collected. Trychon had even located a pyramidal object which which had strange runes and markings covering it. Trychon was studying the object as Raezyr approached.
"What is that thing?" Raezyr curiously interupted.
Trychon turned around, seemingly surprised to see Raezyr standing there. "It's something called a holocron. They're supposed to contain vast amounts of information. This one alone probably has more information on it than all the tomes in here together, although I haven't been able to figure out how to access it yet...... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you get to studying?"
"Get to studying? We've both been studying for a full day." Raezyr paused a moment so Trychon could process the information. "We could spend our lives in here and not read everything. What we need to do is go find Lord..... Lord... our new Master. I just hope he hasn't disappeared on us."
"I can't believe how much I've learned already," Trychon spoke as he gathered up the tomes.
"Me neither. In the last 28 hours, I learned that my old master, as powerful as she was and despite cutting her ties with the Jedi, was a weak fool. I will master the Force and my own destiny, and not be a slave to them as she was."
Side by side, they strode out of the Sith Archives, already more poweful than when they had entered but one day ago.
What the hell? How is it that only 45 minutes have passed? and then it dawned on him. Korriban had more than completed it's full 28 hour rotation. It was the next day.
Raezyr quickly stood up, gathered up the various data cards and tomes scattered about the work station and returned them to their proper places, then strode through the massive archives in search of Trychon.
He found him sitting at another work station, with even more tomes and data cards piled around him than Raezyr had collected. Trychon had even located a pyramidal object which which had strange runes and markings covering it. Trychon was studying the object as Raezyr approached.
"What is that thing?" Raezyr curiously interupted.
Trychon turned around, seemingly surprised to see Raezyr standing there. "It's something called a holocron. They're supposed to contain vast amounts of information. This one alone probably has more information on it than all the tomes in here together, although I haven't been able to figure out how to access it yet...... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you get to studying?"
"Get to studying? We've both been studying for a full day." Raezyr paused a moment so Trychon could process the information. "We could spend our lives in here and not read everything. What we need to do is go find Lord..... Lord... our new Master. I just hope he hasn't disappeared on us."
"I can't believe how much I've learned already," Trychon spoke as he gathered up the tomes.
"Me neither. In the last 28 hours, I learned that my old master, as powerful as she was and despite cutting her ties with the Jedi, was a weak fool. I will master the Force and my own destiny, and not be a slave to them as she was."
Side by side, they strode out of the Sith Archives, already more poweful than when they had entered but one day ago.
96. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Raezyr walked over to a terminal, and finding he had access, began to browse through the directory of the numerous volumes and tomes. Skipping past the historical records, he went directly to those under the "Instructional" heading. He scrolled through, looking for ones that may be of interest. In fact he had more of a problem finding ones that WEREN'T of interest to him.
I guess I ought to start with the basics, he decided, selecting a tome on the analysis of the Sith Code, and several others which discussed Force techniques and light saber combat.
He located the correct data cards, went to a desk and plugged the "Analysis" card into the reader.Raezyr soaked in the information like a sponge, gaining deeper insight into what it truely ment to be Sith. He realized that just getting revenge on the Jedi was a petty goal, compared with the true power the Dark Side could give him, and that by striving for perfect power, and perfect strength he could attain perfect destiny: to rule the Galaxy.
Then I'll be able to crush the Jedi like the pitiful insects they are.
He moved on to other volumes, absorbing the words and making notes on his own data pad, oblivious to the time passing swiftly by.
I guess I ought to start with the basics, he decided, selecting a tome on the analysis of the Sith Code, and several others which discussed Force techniques and light saber combat.
He located the correct data cards, went to a desk and plugged the "Analysis" card into the reader.Raezyr soaked in the information like a sponge, gaining deeper insight into what it truely ment to be Sith. He realized that just getting revenge on the Jedi was a petty goal, compared with the true power the Dark Side could give him, and that by striving for perfect power, and perfect strength he could attain perfect destiny: to rule the Galaxy.
Then I'll be able to crush the Jedi like the pitiful insects they are.
He moved on to other volumes, absorbing the words and making notes on his own data pad, oblivious to the time passing swiftly by.
95. Sith Academy - Eiron
Eiron let the apprentices go, watching them until they passed into the archives, beyond his sight. He was tempted to follow them, but chose not to. They would find what they were seeking on their own, without any help or input from him.
He had to figure out what to do with them, though. They had a destiny, yes, but their futures were still unclear. He could not take them with him: they were too old to develop a proper Master-Apprentice relationship. He was more a guide to them, a trainer, than he was an actual Master.
But he was indeed their Master. There was no question of that.
"Lys," Eiron said into his comm. "Start formulating missions. I need to give these new ones something to do."
"I'm on it."
Eiron pocketed the comm again and then began to mull over what to do with these new Sith. He had to train them, somehow, but quickly. He had his own errands to attend to.
When they had learned enough, he would take them on their first mission. After that, they would be on their own.
He had to figure out what to do with them, though. They had a destiny, yes, but their futures were still unclear. He could not take them with him: they were too old to develop a proper Master-Apprentice relationship. He was more a guide to them, a trainer, than he was an actual Master.
But he was indeed their Master. There was no question of that.
"Lys," Eiron said into his comm. "Start formulating missions. I need to give these new ones something to do."
"I'm on it."
Eiron pocketed the comm again and then began to mull over what to do with these new Sith. He had to train them, somehow, but quickly. He had his own errands to attend to.
When they had learned enough, he would take them on their first mission. After that, they would be on their own.
94. Sith Academy - Trychon
Raezyr and Trychon entered the archives and stopped in awe.
Trychon thought to himself (although he was fairly sure that Raezyr heard him) This place is huge! This is like I spent my whole life 200 times over collecting my artifacts and strange symbols and made a giant room out of them. Then I filled the room with other writings. Unbelievable. Now I know I belong here.
They both stepped forward a bit more into the room, stopping at the same time and mouthing together the giant inscription on the walls. Trychon could hear Raezyr thinking it aloud as he read. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me free.
They grinned.
Trychon took off to his right to look around, while Raezyr went to the left. They both found themselves immersed immediately.
Trychon thought to himself (although he was fairly sure that Raezyr heard him) This place is huge! This is like I spent my whole life 200 times over collecting my artifacts and strange symbols and made a giant room out of them. Then I filled the room with other writings. Unbelievable. Now I know I belong here.
They both stepped forward a bit more into the room, stopping at the same time and mouthing together the giant inscription on the walls. Trychon could hear Raezyr thinking it aloud as he read. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me free.
They grinned.
Trychon took off to his right to look around, while Raezyr went to the left. They both found themselves immersed immediately.
93. Sith Academy - Eiron
"This Anya girl, we shall tend to in time. Tyrazzapon as well. They will reveal themselves in time. I have not seen their destinies, but I know that you both have a future."
Eiron began to walk, and the apprentices followed him. "You are, at the moment, Dark Jedi. You have had little formal Sith training. That changes today. Your first duty is to learn the Sith ways and Code. You will find our archives..." He gestured with his hand down the hall. "At the end of this corridor. Feel free to make use of the tomes however you wish."
"We shall make sure you earn the title of Darth. Go."
Eiron began to walk, and the apprentices followed him. "You are, at the moment, Dark Jedi. You have had little formal Sith training. That changes today. Your first duty is to learn the Sith ways and Code. You will find our archives..." He gestured with his hand down the hall. "At the end of this corridor. Feel free to make use of the tomes however you wish."
"We shall make sure you earn the title of Darth. Go."
92. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Raezyr tilted his masked face upward and looked into the shadow of the Sith Lord's cowl, despite not being able to discern any features. "My Lord, when I was but a boy..." he began.
He told the tale of how the Jedi had tried to take him as a boy to Coruscant, how his parents had been murdered, and of Master, the dissillusioned female rogue Jedi who had taken him, raised him, and began to instruct him in the ways of the Force and how they had become paid assassins.
He related how the Jedi had caught up with them eventually in the ruins of Taris and had murdered Master, his friend, mentor, and surrogate mother. Raezyr explained his decision then, to seek out and become a powerful Sith so that he might exact his revenge on the murderous, hypocritical Jedi Order.
He further recounted meeting Anya here and what he knew of her. That she had been rejected by the Jedi Order and came here, only to be left behind shortly after her arrival, with almost no training. He did leave out the part where he suspected that Anya might never become very powerful, as that was for a true Sith to decide.
Raezyr told him of their recent search for a Sith named Vikon, and the evidence they had to believe he was dead. He told him of the strange gem they had recovered which seemed to radiate the Dark Side, of meeting the man called Tyrrazapon, who had murdered his own Jedi father, and of his imminent arrival here at the academy. He also told him of the strange circumstances in aquiring the HK-50 on Geonosis, and their return here.
Raezyr finally fell silent, and Trychon then began his tale of abandonment on his homeworld, his discovery of the strange ruins and artifacts with markings matching those he had found here on Korriban. He informed the Dark Lord that those ruins and artifacts summoned feelings of power and belonging that he had never felt before. Trychon told of finding the shuttle which piloted him here of it's own accord and was even now standing damaged, but repairable in the Valley below.
When he had finished, Raezyr spoke again, looking directly into the hood of the Dark Master where he thought his eyes should be, determination ringing in his voice, "Master, what must we do to prove ourselves worthy of your tutelage?"
He told the tale of how the Jedi had tried to take him as a boy to Coruscant, how his parents had been murdered, and of Master, the dissillusioned female rogue Jedi who had taken him, raised him, and began to instruct him in the ways of the Force and how they had become paid assassins.
He related how the Jedi had caught up with them eventually in the ruins of Taris and had murdered Master, his friend, mentor, and surrogate mother. Raezyr explained his decision then, to seek out and become a powerful Sith so that he might exact his revenge on the murderous, hypocritical Jedi Order.
He further recounted meeting Anya here and what he knew of her. That she had been rejected by the Jedi Order and came here, only to be left behind shortly after her arrival, with almost no training. He did leave out the part where he suspected that Anya might never become very powerful, as that was for a true Sith to decide.
Raezyr told him of their recent search for a Sith named Vikon, and the evidence they had to believe he was dead. He told him of the strange gem they had recovered which seemed to radiate the Dark Side, of meeting the man called Tyrrazapon, who had murdered his own Jedi father, and of his imminent arrival here at the academy. He also told him of the strange circumstances in aquiring the HK-50 on Geonosis, and their return here.
Raezyr finally fell silent, and Trychon then began his tale of abandonment on his homeworld, his discovery of the strange ruins and artifacts with markings matching those he had found here on Korriban. He informed the Dark Lord that those ruins and artifacts summoned feelings of power and belonging that he had never felt before. Trychon told of finding the shuttle which piloted him here of it's own accord and was even now standing damaged, but repairable in the Valley below.
When he had finished, Raezyr spoke again, looking directly into the hood of the Dark Master where he thought his eyes should be, determination ringing in his voice, "Master, what must we do to prove ourselves worthy of your tutelage?"
91. Sith Academy - Eiron
Eiron smiled. "Already you know the way of the Sith, and I suspect that neither of you have had much formal training. Not that it is a difficult concept. The strong rule. The weak serve. Those with potential learn. Those without potential are killed."
He folded his hands within his sleeves. "Tell me about yourselves, and your journey thus far, but most importantly, why would you want to learn from me?"
He folded his hands within his sleeves. "Tell me about yourselves, and your journey thus far, but most importantly, why would you want to learn from me?"
90. Sith Academy - Raezyr
As he stood up, the cloaked figure's presence suddenly filled the room, both through the Force and charismatically. The sheer power of this person seemed to exert an almost physical force which pressed around them from all sides.
Raezyr thought he had experienced power before. His old Master had been very strong, but he had the feeling that she might have been crushed by a mere thought from the true Lord that stood in front of him now.
Raezyr dropped to one knee and bowed his head before the cloaked figure, and Trychon followed his lead.Raezy waited a moment, and concentrated on what he was about to say. First impressions are rarely ever changed, and he suspected even more so within the Sith.
"What is thy bidding, my Master?"
Raezyr thought he had experienced power before. His old Master had been very strong, but he had the feeling that she might have been crushed by a mere thought from the true Lord that stood in front of him now.
Raezyr dropped to one knee and bowed his head before the cloaked figure, and Trychon followed his lead.Raezy waited a moment, and concentrated on what he was about to say. First impressions are rarely ever changed, and he suspected even more so within the Sith.
"What is thy bidding, my Master?"
89. Sith Academy - Eiron
Eiron smiled, the shadows cast by his hood concealing most of his face. He stood up, hands falling to his sides. He no longer focused upon his previous meditations, letting the shells he'd constructed around his presence fall away. They saw and sensed him as he was: a Sith Lord of a caliber of a different time. This was not a warrior training at the Academy. This could have been the Master of the Academy.
"Welcome, Lords Raezyr and Trychon, to Korriban."
"Welcome, Lords Raezyr and Trychon, to Korriban."
December 23, 2008
88. Sith Academy - Trychon
Trychon and Raezyr were walking down the hall discussing what else they may want to try and figure out from the main system in the temple when they got to the central chamber.
They weren't paying much attention to their surroundings and didn't sense the new presence in the room.
This probably explained the look of shock on Trychon's face as he stopped walking and put his hand in front of Raezyr, urging him to stop as well.
Raezyr noticed the man just then as well. Why didn't I sense him here? first crossed his mind.
Then he realized what they were most likely looking at. Their first Sith Lord.
They weren't paying much attention to their surroundings and didn't sense the new presence in the room.
This probably explained the look of shock on Trychon's face as he stopped walking and put his hand in front of Raezyr, urging him to stop as well.
Raezyr noticed the man just then as well. Why didn't I sense him here? first crossed his mind.
Then he realized what they were most likely looking at. Their first Sith Lord.
87. Sith Academy - Eiron
Editorial note: All posts with "Eiron" in the title were written by the user "Dynus Corrun" from Star Wars: The Galaxy RP Forum, and are used on this blog with his permission.
Much later, Eiron sensed echoes in the Force. Indeed, the scanners picked up the transport as it entered the surface and alerted him to it as it approached the surface. But Eiron had sensed them before that.
"Well, then, Lys, what do you think?"
The holographic woman folded her arms and raised her virtual eyebrows. "I think it's time to see what these apprentices are up to."
Eiron nodded. "As do I."
He secured his Sith lightsaber at his belt, the one with the charcoal black handle. His ceremonial, curved-hilt weapon he left in the safety of his bunkroom.
Phobia flickered into view as the ramp lowered, then disappeared again as Eiron disembarked and the ramp closed again.
Eiron dropped through the hole in the roof and landed in the central chamber. The new ones were not inside. Knowing they would come to him in time, he seated himself on the floor and began to meditate.
Much later, Eiron sensed echoes in the Force. Indeed, the scanners picked up the transport as it entered the surface and alerted him to it as it approached the surface. But Eiron had sensed them before that.
"Well, then, Lys, what do you think?"
The holographic woman folded her arms and raised her virtual eyebrows. "I think it's time to see what these apprentices are up to."
Eiron nodded. "As do I."
He secured his Sith lightsaber at his belt, the one with the charcoal black handle. His ceremonial, curved-hilt weapon he left in the safety of his bunkroom.
Phobia flickered into view as the ramp lowered, then disappeared again as Eiron disembarked and the ramp closed again.
Eiron dropped through the hole in the roof and landed in the central chamber. The new ones were not inside. Knowing they would come to him in time, he seated himself on the floor and began to meditate.
December 19, 2008
86. Sith Academy - Trychon
Raezyr ignored the comment from Trychon as he got to his feet. "I may have underestimated her fire. Won't happen again. I think I should go to the med center. My neck hurts."
They started off in the same direction that Anya had left. Thanks in part to their recent work in locating others through the force, they had little trouble finding her.
Trychon wondered how the exchange would continue from there, so he stayed back and leaned on the doorway. Raezyr hesitated a bit, feeling Trychon's stop. He continued on to the table nearest to where Anya was standing. She wasn't so much pouting as she was staring off into the wall away from them.
Raezyr knew she wanted an apology.
That wasn't going to happen. He would try to calm her though.
"It won't happen again." He said reluctantly. His voice was still a little hoarse from minutes before.
"It won't." She said as she turned around. She didn't make eye contact with him as she started to change out his wound dressing. It was mostly healed over, the skin was healed, but very red still and it was obvious the wound still was sore. "What. Happened?" She finally spoke when she was nearly done fixing Raezyr up. The words were still cold coming out of her mouth, but Trychon figured continued interest meant that she'd get over it by the end of the day.
"He saved my life, maybe." Trychon knew Raezyr wouldn't want to tell the story, so he did. He spent extra time on the firefight in the warehouse, playing up Raezyr. He left out meeting Tyrrazapon. He wasn't sure why. "So anyway.... I figure I might not be here if he hadn't done what he did." He finished.
"It was very brave. That's not something you'll hear in this building, and probably not something many would hold in high esteem." She finally looked Raezyr in the eye. She got a little quiet. "I would though." She still glared at him in a way still, although obviously her mind was turning differently. "I need a shower. Been training and all." With that, she walked off again.
Raezyr got down from the table and grabbed a few kolto patches. He tossed a few to Trychon, who stashed them in his belt.
"I'd like to spend a few more minutes playing with their computer here... and then we have our new... toy to deal with as well."
Raezyr started to walk past him towards where they'd left the droid. "Of course." After his back was facing Trychon, he added. "I wouldn't have made it back on my own."
They started off in the same direction that Anya had left. Thanks in part to their recent work in locating others through the force, they had little trouble finding her.
Trychon wondered how the exchange would continue from there, so he stayed back and leaned on the doorway. Raezyr hesitated a bit, feeling Trychon's stop. He continued on to the table nearest to where Anya was standing. She wasn't so much pouting as she was staring off into the wall away from them.
Raezyr knew she wanted an apology.
That wasn't going to happen. He would try to calm her though.
"It won't happen again." He said reluctantly. His voice was still a little hoarse from minutes before.
"It won't." She said as she turned around. She didn't make eye contact with him as she started to change out his wound dressing. It was mostly healed over, the skin was healed, but very red still and it was obvious the wound still was sore. "What. Happened?" She finally spoke when she was nearly done fixing Raezyr up. The words were still cold coming out of her mouth, but Trychon figured continued interest meant that she'd get over it by the end of the day.
"He saved my life, maybe." Trychon knew Raezyr wouldn't want to tell the story, so he did. He spent extra time on the firefight in the warehouse, playing up Raezyr. He left out meeting Tyrrazapon. He wasn't sure why. "So anyway.... I figure I might not be here if he hadn't done what he did." He finished.
"It was very brave. That's not something you'll hear in this building, and probably not something many would hold in high esteem." She finally looked Raezyr in the eye. She got a little quiet. "I would though." She still glared at him in a way still, although obviously her mind was turning differently. "I need a shower. Been training and all." With that, she walked off again.
Raezyr got down from the table and grabbed a few kolto patches. He tossed a few to Trychon, who stashed them in his belt.
"I'd like to spend a few more minutes playing with their computer here... and then we have our new... toy to deal with as well."
Raezyr started to walk past him towards where they'd left the droid. "Of course." After his back was facing Trychon, he added. "I wouldn't have made it back on my own."
85. Sith Academy - Raezyr
"What REALLY happened?" she asked, softening her voice, although there was still a hint of anger lying just underneath.
Raezyr and Trychon both started at the same time.
"Nothing.."
"Raezyr was hit pretty hard..." Trychon could feel the daggers even through Raezyr's mask. "SORRY," he sent.
"Lemme see," Anya said as she walked over to Raezyr, and pulled back his cloak.
"It is NOTHING, I said," Raezyr stated, jerking back from her.
"Look, Asshole. If you had to use up all your kolto patches on it, then it isn't 'nothing!'" Anya said, glaring at him. "Now come with me down to the med center and let me have a look."
"Do NOT presume to order me around, maid!" Raezyr said, pointing his finger in her face.
She went livid, her face red with anger, and jabbed her fist into the damaged area of his armor. Raezyr dropped to his knees as the pain exploded through his entire body. She kicked him in the chest, knocking him onto his back and put her foot on his throat. "Let's get one thing straight, Mr. High and Mighty. I'm just as much Sith as you are. I am NOT your servant girl. You will NOT treat me as such. Got it?"
"Fine," Raezyr choked out. Between her foot and the pain, he could barely breathe.
She removed her foot. "Now pick yourself off the floor and follow me to the med center," she ordered as she turned and strode off, her long blond hair flowing behind her.
Raezyr struggled to roll over and push himself up. He got to his knees and looked over at Trychon. "I'm guessing we're even on the 5 creds," he said horsely.
Trychon laughed as he grabbed Raezyr's arm and helped him to his feet. "Tell me something. Is that scowl just as gorgeous from down there?"
Raezyr and Trychon both started at the same time.
"Nothing.."
"Raezyr was hit pretty hard..." Trychon could feel the daggers even through Raezyr's mask. "SORRY," he sent.
"Lemme see," Anya said as she walked over to Raezyr, and pulled back his cloak.
"It is NOTHING, I said," Raezyr stated, jerking back from her.
"Look, Asshole. If you had to use up all your kolto patches on it, then it isn't 'nothing!'" Anya said, glaring at him. "Now come with me down to the med center and let me have a look."
"Do NOT presume to order me around, maid!" Raezyr said, pointing his finger in her face.
She went livid, her face red with anger, and jabbed her fist into the damaged area of his armor. Raezyr dropped to his knees as the pain exploded through his entire body. She kicked him in the chest, knocking him onto his back and put her foot on his throat. "Let's get one thing straight, Mr. High and Mighty. I'm just as much Sith as you are. I am NOT your servant girl. You will NOT treat me as such. Got it?"
"Fine," Raezyr choked out. Between her foot and the pain, he could barely breathe.
She removed her foot. "Now pick yourself off the floor and follow me to the med center," she ordered as she turned and strode off, her long blond hair flowing behind her.
Raezyr struggled to roll over and push himself up. He got to his knees and looked over at Trychon. "I'm guessing we're even on the 5 creds," he said horsely.
Trychon laughed as he grabbed Raezyr's arm and helped him to his feet. "Tell me something. Is that scowl just as gorgeous from down there?"
84. Sith Academy - Trychon
Trychon chuckled silently for a good moment while he took Raezyr's cue in watching Anya walk towards them.
Therefore, Trychon was pretty offguard when she walked right up to him and slapped him across the face. It looked as though Raezyr was about to respond, except at that point, Trychon's silent laughter became audible. She'd stung him a little... but not to the point where it actually hurt.
This took Anya from irritable to irate. "Why are you laughing?!" She nearly screamed at him.
"I guess it depends on why you slapped me." He shot back.
"As if it wasn't bad enough that you losers left me here when you went off to have fun... but to insult my intelligence by acting as though you thought I was going to try to strike you down or something on your way out?! You could have just tossed me my lightsaber like a normal asshole."
Raezyr stared at them from a few feet away. Now he was taking his turn silently chuckling.
That's the first time I've seen Trych speechless.
Anya wasn't done though. "Where the hell did you go anyway? I've been sitting around here dreaming of going somewhere after being trapped forever, and you guys show up and I get my hopes up and then they're dashed in an instant!"
Trychon finally found his voice. "Well, we were off on Nar Shadda partying and the like. Killed some jedi all in good fun and whatnot. Sith stuff."
Her look was getting more furious."Oh... and while we were partying, we also happened to run out of Kolto patches. Don't suppose you have any around?"
Her look softened up a bit as she looked at them again a bit more carefully.
Therefore, Trychon was pretty offguard when she walked right up to him and slapped him across the face. It looked as though Raezyr was about to respond, except at that point, Trychon's silent laughter became audible. She'd stung him a little... but not to the point where it actually hurt.
This took Anya from irritable to irate. "Why are you laughing?!" She nearly screamed at him.
"I guess it depends on why you slapped me." He shot back.
"As if it wasn't bad enough that you losers left me here when you went off to have fun... but to insult my intelligence by acting as though you thought I was going to try to strike you down or something on your way out?! You could have just tossed me my lightsaber like a normal asshole."
Raezyr stared at them from a few feet away. Now he was taking his turn silently chuckling.
That's the first time I've seen Trych speechless.
Anya wasn't done though. "Where the hell did you go anyway? I've been sitting around here dreaming of going somewhere after being trapped forever, and you guys show up and I get my hopes up and then they're dashed in an instant!"
Trychon finally found his voice. "Well, we were off on Nar Shadda partying and the like. Killed some jedi all in good fun and whatnot. Sith stuff."
Her look was getting more furious."Oh... and while we were partying, we also happened to run out of Kolto patches. Don't suppose you have any around?"
Her look softened up a bit as she looked at them again a bit more carefully.
83. Sith Academy - Raezyr
Raezyr pushed the grav sled with the deactivated HK-50 through the door and into the main hall, followed by Trychon. Raezyr reached out with the force. He could sense the familiar presence of Anya somewhere in the temple, the training room perhaps, although he wasn't exactly sure.
They unloaded the droid and shoved the grav sled into a corner. "Get yourself ready, Trych," Raezyr said as he reached for the switch with one hand and his long saber with the other.
He jumped back as the cervos and motivators began humming and drew his other hilt. Trychon had taken a defensive stance, holding his hilt in front of him, although neither activated their blades right away. Their research on this model had warned them of the droid's propensity for meeting violence with violence.
The sensors in the droid's head came to life, glowing yellow. "What is your command, organics.... masters?" the droid said in a male computerized voice.
Raezyr looked at Trychon. "What now?" Trychon heard in his head.
"State your primary directives," Trychon ordered.
"I am programmed to facilitate communications and terminate hostilities," the droid replied.
"Who sent you to us?"
"I'm sorry, but you must clarify that query," the droid stated flatly.
"Raez, check your data pad, see if that file unlocked."
Raezyr put away his hilts and pulled out the data pad. The file was indeed unlocked. He studied it for a moment.
"What is it?"
"Nothing much. Looks like an operation manual. Here take a look,"Raezyr remarked and tossed the pad to Trychon.
Trychon put his hilt away and caught the data pad. "Damn. I was hoping it'd be a clue as to where this came from," he said as he scanned the file.
Suddenly they felt a presense and both looked to the entrance across the hall. A split second later Anya walked through the doorway from the training area and strode briskly toward them.
Damn! That scowl makes her gorgeous! Raezyr thought as he stared mesmerized by the blond woman making her way over.
Trychon was surprised to hear Raezyr's voice in his head. I wonder if he knows he sent that? he thought, chuckling silently to himself.
They unloaded the droid and shoved the grav sled into a corner. "Get yourself ready, Trych," Raezyr said as he reached for the switch with one hand and his long saber with the other.
He jumped back as the cervos and motivators began humming and drew his other hilt. Trychon had taken a defensive stance, holding his hilt in front of him, although neither activated their blades right away. Their research on this model had warned them of the droid's propensity for meeting violence with violence.
The sensors in the droid's head came to life, glowing yellow. "What is your command, organics.... masters?" the droid said in a male computerized voice.
Raezyr looked at Trychon. "What now?" Trychon heard in his head.
"State your primary directives," Trychon ordered.
"I am programmed to facilitate communications and terminate hostilities," the droid replied.
"Who sent you to us?"
"I'm sorry, but you must clarify that query," the droid stated flatly.
"Raez, check your data pad, see if that file unlocked."
Raezyr put away his hilts and pulled out the data pad. The file was indeed unlocked. He studied it for a moment.
"What is it?"
"Nothing much. Looks like an operation manual. Here take a look,"Raezyr remarked and tossed the pad to Trychon.
Trychon put his hilt away and caught the data pad. "Damn. I was hoping it'd be a clue as to where this came from," he said as he scanned the file.
Suddenly they felt a presense and both looked to the entrance across the hall. A split second later Anya walked through the doorway from the training area and strode briskly toward them.
Damn! That scowl makes her gorgeous! Raezyr thought as he stared mesmerized by the blond woman making her way over.
Trychon was surprised to hear Raezyr's voice in his head. I wonder if he knows he sent that? he thought, chuckling silently to himself.
82. The Search for Darth Vikon - Tyrrazapon
He brushed his hair back from his face and stood up. He decided to take a bit of a stroll and talk to the captain himself. He adjusted his shirt and tightened his boots a bit. As he made his way to the door and opened it, he could hear the robotic fluid sounds of the droid coming his way.
"Ah. I've spoken with the captain sir," the droid seemed a little alarmed.
"Good, I've decided to pay him a visit myself, join me," Tyrrazapon slipped past the droid and moved swiftly down the hallway.
"Oh, very well. I did want to say that the captain informed me that he has not heard anything yet. But perhaps once we're closer he could run some scans," the droid attempted to keep up.
"That's fine. I'm sure my ship is okay."
The two made their way to the bridge and found the captain there. They dealt with formalities and Tyrrazapon wasted no time making plans about landing and talking about scanning for any news as soon as they were close enough.
In an effort to shield his eagerness and interest in this, he simply put on his smuggling guise and said he needed to be safely and discreetly delivered to Nar Shaddaa because he was on a very dire errand with important information.
The captain didn't seem too interested and expressed that business-types always seemed like they were in a hurry and needed this or that. Tyrrazapon was thankful that he seemed of little importance to this man, and knew the droid wouldn't be a problem either.
"Ah. I've spoken with the captain sir," the droid seemed a little alarmed.
"Good, I've decided to pay him a visit myself, join me," Tyrrazapon slipped past the droid and moved swiftly down the hallway.
"Oh, very well. I did want to say that the captain informed me that he has not heard anything yet. But perhaps once we're closer he could run some scans," the droid attempted to keep up.
"That's fine. I'm sure my ship is okay."
The two made their way to the bridge and found the captain there. They dealt with formalities and Tyrrazapon wasted no time making plans about landing and talking about scanning for any news as soon as they were close enough.
In an effort to shield his eagerness and interest in this, he simply put on his smuggling guise and said he needed to be safely and discreetly delivered to Nar Shaddaa because he was on a very dire errand with important information.
The captain didn't seem too interested and expressed that business-types always seemed like they were in a hurry and needed this or that. Tyrrazapon was thankful that he seemed of little importance to this man, and knew the droid wouldn't be a problem either.
81. The Search for Darth Vikon - Raezyr
The rest of the trip passed relatively the same way. Working on Force pulls and pushes and communication. They also tried taking turns hiding on the ship and attempting to use the Force to locate the each other, although they quickly ran out of suitable hiding spots. When they tired of those things, Raezyr did his best to instruct Trychon in what he knew of the light saber forms and they both practiced with the remote he had on board.
On the third day, they came out of hyperspace, Korriban floating in the distance above them.
After a brief argument about Raezyr's "buzz" of Dreshdae the other day, they landed at the Czerka outpost. They unloaded their droid onto a grav sled and made their way back to the academy.
"Five creds says that Anya tries to kill you when we get back," Trychon joked.
"Oh I doubt it. I think she learned her place last time, so you're on," Raezyr said dryly. Despite everything, he was looking forward to seeing her again. He found himself remembering her as they had first seen her, standing there with wet hair and her skin tight clothes. Of course, she's even more attractive when she's angry, he thought.
On the third day, they came out of hyperspace, Korriban floating in the distance above them.
After a brief argument about Raezyr's "buzz" of Dreshdae the other day, they landed at the Czerka outpost. They unloaded their droid onto a grav sled and made their way back to the academy.
"Five creds says that Anya tries to kill you when we get back," Trychon joked.
"Oh I doubt it. I think she learned her place last time, so you're on," Raezyr said dryly. Despite everything, he was looking forward to seeing her again. He found himself remembering her as they had first seen her, standing there with wet hair and her skin tight clothes. Of course, she's even more attractive when she's angry, he thought.
80. The Search for Darth Vikon - Tyrrazapon
There was a knock at his cabin door. Tyrrazapon was a bit alarmed to find he'd dozed off. He took a moment to collect himself and look around.
The knock came again and Tyrrazapon gave permission to enter. The door split in two and disappeared into the wall and a droid entered the room.
"Good morning sir. Did you sleep well?" the droid waited for an answer.
"Morning? I guess I was out like a light huh?" Tyrrazapon moved across the room and prepared some water.
"Why, yes sir. You have been sleeping for nine hours, twenty-seven minutes and thirty one seconds," the droid explained. "Please excuse me but I do not understand 'out like a light' If I'm not mis--"
"It's fine. It's an express-- Look, I want you to return to the captain and ask him to check to see if he's heard anything about the status and condition of my ship," Tyrrazapon was in front of the droid now, sipping his water.
"Right away sir. Would there be anything else for you?"
"Just let me know if The Nefarion Wraith is still docked where I left it."
"On my way sir," the droid turned and exited and the doors were shut behind him.
Tyrrazapon made his way to the computer in the corner and attempted to find information about this damned Force. After a few minutes of searching files and data, he could only pull up basic information. It was general and offered the facts as part of a religious or philosophical line of beliefs. He rolled his eyes and found himself chuckling a bit as well.
As he read, he found some information on the sort of beliefs that the followers of the Force held themselves to. He was particularly interested in the bit about being able to tap into it and have it do whatever you wished.
He leaned back and mused for a while. This has got to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever considered, but I've got nothing to lose. If there's another side to what father believed in, you can bet I want in.
The knock came again and Tyrrazapon gave permission to enter. The door split in two and disappeared into the wall and a droid entered the room.
"Good morning sir. Did you sleep well?" the droid waited for an answer.
"Morning? I guess I was out like a light huh?" Tyrrazapon moved across the room and prepared some water.
"Why, yes sir. You have been sleeping for nine hours, twenty-seven minutes and thirty one seconds," the droid explained. "Please excuse me but I do not understand 'out like a light' If I'm not mis--"
"It's fine. It's an express-- Look, I want you to return to the captain and ask him to check to see if he's heard anything about the status and condition of my ship," Tyrrazapon was in front of the droid now, sipping his water.
"Right away sir. Would there be anything else for you?"
"Just let me know if The Nefarion Wraith is still docked where I left it."
"On my way sir," the droid turned and exited and the doors were shut behind him.
Tyrrazapon made his way to the computer in the corner and attempted to find information about this damned Force. After a few minutes of searching files and data, he could only pull up basic information. It was general and offered the facts as part of a religious or philosophical line of beliefs. He rolled his eyes and found himself chuckling a bit as well.
As he read, he found some information on the sort of beliefs that the followers of the Force held themselves to. He was particularly interested in the bit about being able to tap into it and have it do whatever you wished.
He leaned back and mused for a while. This has got to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever considered, but I've got nothing to lose. If there's another side to what father believed in, you can bet I want in.
79. The Search for Darth Vikon - Trychon
Trychon did a few more tests on the droid before heading back to the common area to relax a little. He pulled out Raezyr's datapad and fiddled with it a bit. As he suspected, he wasn't able to gain anything from his endeavors. He spent some time looking through it though for any sign of corruption or foul play. There didn't seem to be any.
Then he noticed a new file. He missed it at first because the file age was about 6 months... but when he passed it again, he noticed that it had actually been extracted that afternoon. It was a locked file with an unknown key.
He called to Raezyr. When he showed up (newly bandaged) he told him about the file. "It seems to require an outside 'key' to open it. I could try to force it open, but it'd likely corrupt and disappear. It's a smart file... whatever it was that they gave you on Geonosis... it turned itself into this."
"What do we do then?" Raezyr puzzled.
"Well, I would bet that it'll be opened by a transmission from the droid when it's powered up. We probably won't learn anything new until then."
Raezyr thought for a minute. "Temporary dead end. Hmm. Oh well... no rush. Here..."
Raezyr picked up a ration bar and put it on the center table.
"Push." He said.
They practiced force pushing and grabbing for the rest of the evening. They had a few laughs as well.
"You did a lot better when you finally figured how to tap into your emotions better. Mindset is a huge part of controlling the force. You need to feed it and give it what it wants... and then it will give you what you want in turn. I wouldn't worry about struggling with 'pull' so much. You nearly had that last one, and it's a much less instinctive action than forcing something away. In the end... either one can remove an object from the grasp of an enemy well."
They talked for a little bit more about the philosophy and thought behind force use... then Raezyr turned in to meditate and sleep.
Trychon pulled out his datapad and read a bit more on force pull before falling asleep with the pad in hand an hour later.
Then he noticed a new file. He missed it at first because the file age was about 6 months... but when he passed it again, he noticed that it had actually been extracted that afternoon. It was a locked file with an unknown key.
He called to Raezyr. When he showed up (newly bandaged) he told him about the file. "It seems to require an outside 'key' to open it. I could try to force it open, but it'd likely corrupt and disappear. It's a smart file... whatever it was that they gave you on Geonosis... it turned itself into this."
"What do we do then?" Raezyr puzzled.
"Well, I would bet that it'll be opened by a transmission from the droid when it's powered up. We probably won't learn anything new until then."
Raezyr thought for a minute. "Temporary dead end. Hmm. Oh well... no rush. Here..."
Raezyr picked up a ration bar and put it on the center table.
"Push." He said.
They practiced force pushing and grabbing for the rest of the evening. They had a few laughs as well.
"You did a lot better when you finally figured how to tap into your emotions better. Mindset is a huge part of controlling the force. You need to feed it and give it what it wants... and then it will give you what you want in turn. I wouldn't worry about struggling with 'pull' so much. You nearly had that last one, and it's a much less instinctive action than forcing something away. In the end... either one can remove an object from the grasp of an enemy well."
They talked for a little bit more about the philosophy and thought behind force use... then Raezyr turned in to meditate and sleep.
Trychon pulled out his datapad and read a bit more on force pull before falling asleep with the pad in hand an hour later.
78. The Search for Darth Vikon - Raezyr
Raezyr made a successful jump to light speed, bound for Korriban, then removed his helm. He put it an overhead storage locker and went to go look at the droid for himself.
He handed his data pad to Trychon, "Is there anyway we can retrieve those files that were on here?"
"I highly doubt it, but I'll take a look," Trychon said, taking the data pad and tucking into his belt.
"This thing doesn't even have a scratch on it. I wonder who set us up with it?" Raezyr mused aloud.
"Well, we've got to turn it on eventually," Trychon said and started to reach around for the switch.
Raezyr stopped him with a thought, WAIT!! "Let's wait unitl we get to Korriban. If we activate it here, we could easily find ourselves flying home without a ship."
"Let me go change these kolto patches and we'll work on some Force techniques and saber forms. We've got about 2 1/2 days to kill," Raezyr suggested.
"I could also work on those transponder codes... plus I've got some ideas of my own that would really help if we find ourselves in another situation like the one above Nar Shaddaa," Trychon said with a devious grin on his face.
"Sounds good," Raezyr said. As he walked to the med bay he felt 2 things. One: that he knew Trychon. Somehow, someway, there was a bond between them that went deeper than the few days they had known each other, and two: that Tyrrazapon's destiny was somehow intertwined with his own.
He handed his data pad to Trychon, "Is there anyway we can retrieve those files that were on here?"
"I highly doubt it, but I'll take a look," Trychon said, taking the data pad and tucking into his belt.
"This thing doesn't even have a scratch on it. I wonder who set us up with it?" Raezyr mused aloud.
"Well, we've got to turn it on eventually," Trychon said and started to reach around for the switch.
Raezyr stopped him with a thought, WAIT!! "Let's wait unitl we get to Korriban. If we activate it here, we could easily find ourselves flying home without a ship."
"Let me go change these kolto patches and we'll work on some Force techniques and saber forms. We've got about 2 1/2 days to kill," Raezyr suggested.
"I could also work on those transponder codes... plus I've got some ideas of my own that would really help if we find ourselves in another situation like the one above Nar Shaddaa," Trychon said with a devious grin on his face.
"Sounds good," Raezyr said. As he walked to the med bay he felt 2 things. One: that he knew Trychon. Somehow, someway, there was a bond between them that went deeper than the few days they had known each other, and two: that Tyrrazapon's destiny was somehow intertwined with his own.
77. The Search for Darth Vikon - Tyrrazapon
The business transport freed itself from Geonosis' gravity well and headed back in the direction Tyrrazapon had just come from. He prepared himself for the long journey back to Nar Shaddaa, getting a feel for the passenger cabin. He found that it was surprisingly well furnished and stocked.
After a little rummaging, he produced a bit of a snack and filled his empty stomach. When he was finished, he sat for a moment, peering out of the port window as the streaks of light that were stars flew by at lightning rates.
When he grew tired of that he sauntered over to the bed and lowered himself down. He stretched out and let his mind wander. There's no way Raezyr could really pull something without touching it. He tried to wrap his brain around what had happened earlier.
After a little rummaging, he produced a bit of a snack and filled his empty stomach. When he was finished, he sat for a moment, peering out of the port window as the streaks of light that were stars flew by at lightning rates.
When he grew tired of that he sauntered over to the bed and lowered himself down. He stretched out and let his mind wander. There's no way Raezyr could really pull something without touching it. He tried to wrap his brain around what had happened earlier.
76. The Search for Darth Vikon - Trychon
"It sure is good to have him back!" Trychon exclaimed with a bit of excitement to nobody in particular... all while sending the mental ? to Raezyr.
Raezyr asked the Geonosian "Could I get a full copy of his history? I've lost a bit of data. Purchase date, repairs, diagnostics? Thanks." He watched as the alien transferred him the requested files.
"Well, I guess we've got everything we came for then!" Trychon exclaimed again to nobody at all. "We'd best be going, then. Sure was a lovely trip though."
He grabbed hold of the gravsled handles and started maneuvering 'their' droid to the ship.
They loaded it up and Raezyr started the prelaunch sequence as Trychon returned the sled.
"Why don't you go ahead and get us out of here, buddy? I've got the Heebie-Jeebies now." Trychon said as he sat into the co-pilot chair, pressing a few buttons to help out.
Raezyr rolled his eyes.
After they were safely coasting away from the planet, Raezyr pulled out his datapad. "Let's see what's really going on with this fellow." He clicked on his pad for a minute. As he went to open the maintenance history for the HK, the datafiles deleted themselves. "What the fuck?" He said in surprise...
Trychon was already holding his datapad next to the droid. "When you want to find out what's really going on with something... it's better to find out for yourself than those that are giving you the original story.
He looked at his pad for a moment. "Yeah... they were lying to lied to."
"Why do you say that?" Raezyr returned...
"This droid is new."
Raezyr asked the Geonosian "Could I get a full copy of his history? I've lost a bit of data. Purchase date, repairs, diagnostics? Thanks." He watched as the alien transferred him the requested files.
"Well, I guess we've got everything we came for then!" Trychon exclaimed again to nobody at all. "We'd best be going, then. Sure was a lovely trip though."
He grabbed hold of the gravsled handles and started maneuvering 'their' droid to the ship.
They loaded it up and Raezyr started the prelaunch sequence as Trychon returned the sled.
"Why don't you go ahead and get us out of here, buddy? I've got the Heebie-Jeebies now." Trychon said as he sat into the co-pilot chair, pressing a few buttons to help out.
Raezyr rolled his eyes.
After they were safely coasting away from the planet, Raezyr pulled out his datapad. "Let's see what's really going on with this fellow." He clicked on his pad for a minute. As he went to open the maintenance history for the HK, the datafiles deleted themselves. "What the fuck?" He said in surprise...
Trychon was already holding his datapad next to the droid. "When you want to find out what's really going on with something... it's better to find out for yourself than those that are giving you the original story.
He looked at his pad for a moment. "Yeah... they were lying to lied to."
"Why do you say that?" Raezyr returned...
"This droid is new."
75. The Search for Darth Vikon - Raezyr
Raezyr and Trychon watched the transport shuttle as it lifted off and flew out of sight. "I have every confidence that he'll make it in and out safely. The last transmissions we picked up said they were looking for 2 people, and they'd never expect any of us to return this quickly," Trychon noted.
"Agreed. Now to get ourselves to Korriban and figure out what that gem is.... if we can. Also, is there any way you can use your computer skills to help us out if we have to go back there anytime soon? I mean, can you make some fake transponder codes or something that we could upload at our convenience? Something along those lines?" Raezyr asked as they walked toward their ship.
Trychon was about to answer when the two Geonosians from earlier intercepted them. Good thing Tyrrazapon left that translator with us, thought Trychon.
[We would like a word with you], one of them said. [Please follow us.]
Raezyr and Trychon glanced at each other, both hoping this had nothing to do with the Nar Shaddaa incident. They followed insectoid creatures to a building a short distance away.
Once inside, Trych and Raez were motioned to a seat, but they chose to stand anyway. The other Geonosian began, [We've been informed that the repairs to your droid are finished. It is available to you now, there is but the matter of payment.] The creature's multi-faceted eyes made it impossible to tell whether it was speaking to one or both of them.
The bug-like creature gestured to a droid standing over in the corner. There stood a gray HK-50. Raezyr looked suspiciously at Trychon, only to find him looking confusedly back at him. Clearly it didn't belong to Trych. "NOT MINE," he sent to Trychon, knowing that he was wondering if it belonged to him.
[The total comes to 500 credits. The repairs were not all that hard to make.]
Raezyr pulled out his data pad and transfered the credits to the account given, while Trychon looked over the assassin droid.
"Agreed. Now to get ourselves to Korriban and figure out what that gem is.... if we can. Also, is there any way you can use your computer skills to help us out if we have to go back there anytime soon? I mean, can you make some fake transponder codes or something that we could upload at our convenience? Something along those lines?" Raezyr asked as they walked toward their ship.
Trychon was about to answer when the two Geonosians from earlier intercepted them. Good thing Tyrrazapon left that translator with us, thought Trychon.
[We would like a word with you], one of them said. [Please follow us.]
Raezyr and Trychon glanced at each other, both hoping this had nothing to do with the Nar Shaddaa incident. They followed insectoid creatures to a building a short distance away.
Once inside, Trych and Raez were motioned to a seat, but they chose to stand anyway. The other Geonosian began, [We've been informed that the repairs to your droid are finished. It is available to you now, there is but the matter of payment.] The creature's multi-faceted eyes made it impossible to tell whether it was speaking to one or both of them.
The bug-like creature gestured to a droid standing over in the corner. There stood a gray HK-50. Raezyr looked suspiciously at Trychon, only to find him looking confusedly back at him. Clearly it didn't belong to Trych. "NOT MINE," he sent to Trychon, knowing that he was wondering if it belonged to him.
[The total comes to 500 credits. The repairs were not all that hard to make.]
Raezyr pulled out his data pad and transfered the credits to the account given, while Trychon looked over the assassin droid.
74. The Search for Darth Vikon - Tyrrazapon
"Does the Force say anything about enjoying one too many of these?" Tyrrazapon raised his glass and emptied it."
The Force is not really something to joke about. I'm sure the "other" side would have something to say about it, but we actually like to enjoy our gift, and I don't see a problem with enjoying yourself and having a good time," Raezyr explained, busy with trying to drink his own through his helm.
The three of them continued talking and decided to form a bit of a plan before Tyrrazapon's departure. They'd decided that he would go back for his ship and the two of them would at least get away from Jedi territory and they could meet up someplace in the middle.
"You know, you don't have to wear that thing around us all the time," Tyrrazapon gestured at Raezyr sure that he would get backlash for it.
"It's not something that's up for discussion, and it's definitely not happening in public."
"Well we've already seen what's underneath. And who's to say people wouldn't recognize a guy with a cloak and that particular design on your helm?" Trychon fished.
"No, it stays on. Besides, there are plenty of smugglers and thieves around that dress similarly. I'm sure Tyr here would appreciate the attempt at blending in," Raezyr seemed a little on edge about his scarring. Tyrrazapon knew exactly what he was talking about, but they couldn't know that.
Their discussion had been full of the past but the three of them were still not quite sure how deep to take things quite yet.
Tyrrazapon began to move and indicated he ought to be heading out. With that, the three got up from their corner booth and made their way toward the exit.
"Look, I think I've got a good way to get in and out of Nar Shaddaa without causing too much trouble," Tyrrazapon planned ahead.
"What do you mean?" Trychon was in step.
"It's a smuggling moon, a low-life paradise. I don't think going back with my cloak on would be wise right now, especially since they're currently looking for just such a pair of figures," Tyrrazapon said.
They were coming up on the docks again and they were pleased to see that the transport was set to go next to the Jet Razor.
"Alright, well get back as quick as you can and we'll meet up on Korriban," Raezyr gestured toward the transport.
"Will do," Tyrrazon removed his hood, revealing for the first time his head, face and features. The two were surprised at how dark his eyes naturally were, and that it wasn't just a shadowed effect from his hood. His hair was a dark brown and came down to his chin. He continued and removed the cloak entirely, uncovering a tall, medium build. He had a sleeveless tunic on that was black, and matched his pants and boots. "See, now don't I look more like the smuggling type?" He grinned as he turned and walked toward the transport.
Raezyr and Trychon stood in a bit of shock as they watched him go. Even though Tyrrazapon had a shirt on, they could still see significant evidence of scarring protruding from his shoulder blades and even out onto his shoulders a bit. They looked at each other for a moment and wondered just how extensive those really were.
The Force is not really something to joke about. I'm sure the "other" side would have something to say about it, but we actually like to enjoy our gift, and I don't see a problem with enjoying yourself and having a good time," Raezyr explained, busy with trying to drink his own through his helm.
The three of them continued talking and decided to form a bit of a plan before Tyrrazapon's departure. They'd decided that he would go back for his ship and the two of them would at least get away from Jedi territory and they could meet up someplace in the middle.
"You know, you don't have to wear that thing around us all the time," Tyrrazapon gestured at Raezyr sure that he would get backlash for it.
"It's not something that's up for discussion, and it's definitely not happening in public."
"Well we've already seen what's underneath. And who's to say people wouldn't recognize a guy with a cloak and that particular design on your helm?" Trychon fished.
"No, it stays on. Besides, there are plenty of smugglers and thieves around that dress similarly. I'm sure Tyr here would appreciate the attempt at blending in," Raezyr seemed a little on edge about his scarring. Tyrrazapon knew exactly what he was talking about, but they couldn't know that.
Their discussion had been full of the past but the three of them were still not quite sure how deep to take things quite yet.
Tyrrazapon began to move and indicated he ought to be heading out. With that, the three got up from their corner booth and made their way toward the exit.
"Look, I think I've got a good way to get in and out of Nar Shaddaa without causing too much trouble," Tyrrazapon planned ahead.
"What do you mean?" Trychon was in step.
"It's a smuggling moon, a low-life paradise. I don't think going back with my cloak on would be wise right now, especially since they're currently looking for just such a pair of figures," Tyrrazapon said.
They were coming up on the docks again and they were pleased to see that the transport was set to go next to the Jet Razor.
"Alright, well get back as quick as you can and we'll meet up on Korriban," Raezyr gestured toward the transport.
"Will do," Tyrrazon removed his hood, revealing for the first time his head, face and features. The two were surprised at how dark his eyes naturally were, and that it wasn't just a shadowed effect from his hood. His hair was a dark brown and came down to his chin. He continued and removed the cloak entirely, uncovering a tall, medium build. He had a sleeveless tunic on that was black, and matched his pants and boots. "See, now don't I look more like the smuggling type?" He grinned as he turned and walked toward the transport.
Raezyr and Trychon stood in a bit of shock as they watched him go. Even though Tyrrazapon had a shirt on, they could still see significant evidence of scarring protruding from his shoulder blades and even out onto his shoulders a bit. They looked at each other for a moment and wondered just how extensive those really were.
73. The Search for Darth Vikon - Trychon
"Well, if Raez wants to order a 'Heebie-Jeebie' he can." Trychon smiled. "I'm all for an ale. Wanted one on Nar Shaddaa and couldn't get one. We've got the time to spare for now... we can find a nice dark booth. I promise."
Raezyr shook his head noticeably, but he kept walking right along with them.
"We can even send 'Sir Gets Along With Everyone' here to order for us. It'll be fun."
Trychon wasn't sure... but he was pretty sure that he got a grin under the mask for that one. Getting his dark companion to chuckle silently was becoming a little like a game for him. He was also getting used to his darker sense of humor... rare as it was.
Tyrrazapon on the other hand was a lot quicker to trade quick barbs with him. He reminded him of a more energetic and outgoing version of himself. Interesting how they had so many similarities for such a diverse group. Their backgrounds were likewise very diverse.
The new group of friends walked into the pub. Raezyr and Trychon sat in the first corner booth they could come to as they walked in, and sent Tyrrazapon to get them an order.
Trychon spoke quietly to Raezyr. "It'll be alright man... you can have a drink. We don't have to race or anything. Nothing bad's gonna happen over one ale in half an hour."
He could feel Raezyr calming down about the situation as Tyrrazapon brought them a dish with three Ales on it. He sat down and turned to Raezyr. "The bartender said he didn't know how to make a 'Heebie-Jeebie" so I figured an ale would work." He grinned. "Last one to finish has to go for the next round!"
Trychon smiled at Raezyr.
They spent the next 20 minutes or so sharing random stories from their past.
Raezyr shook his head noticeably, but he kept walking right along with them.
"We can even send 'Sir Gets Along With Everyone' here to order for us. It'll be fun."
Trychon wasn't sure... but he was pretty sure that he got a grin under the mask for that one. Getting his dark companion to chuckle silently was becoming a little like a game for him. He was also getting used to his darker sense of humor... rare as it was.
Tyrrazapon on the other hand was a lot quicker to trade quick barbs with him. He reminded him of a more energetic and outgoing version of himself. Interesting how they had so many similarities for such a diverse group. Their backgrounds were likewise very diverse.
The new group of friends walked into the pub. Raezyr and Trychon sat in the first corner booth they could come to as they walked in, and sent Tyrrazapon to get them an order.
Trychon spoke quietly to Raezyr. "It'll be alright man... you can have a drink. We don't have to race or anything. Nothing bad's gonna happen over one ale in half an hour."
He could feel Raezyr calming down about the situation as Tyrrazapon brought them a dish with three Ales on it. He sat down and turned to Raezyr. "The bartender said he didn't know how to make a 'Heebie-Jeebie" so I figured an ale would work." He grinned. "Last one to finish has to go for the next round!"
Trychon smiled at Raezyr.
They spent the next 20 minutes or so sharing random stories from their past.
December 18, 2008
72. The Search for Darth Vikon - Tyrrazapon
Trychon gave Tyrrazapon a quick glance at Raezyr's hushed comment. The Geonosians were babbling about wanting to know their business and duration of stay. The three hoped word hadn't traveled this far that there were fugitives on the loose, or at least that it wouldn't matter here.
"Let's get you a ride back to your ship," Raezyr turned to Tyrrazapon. "The sooner we get that squared away the sooner we can head for Korriban and away from this forsaken Jedi-hole."
As they walked, Tyrrazapon noticed more glances and looks from the deck crew milling about. I'm guessing I'm going to have to get used to this. The three of them filed along and were shown inside the hangar.
"We must have your business here," a Geonosian made his way to a computer.
"It's quite simple, actually," Trychon began. "We need to hire a transport that can take our colleague here to Nar Shaddaa."
"Are you requiring single transportation then?" the question came back.
"One of your business class transports will do. Not too large, or small," Tyr explained. "Also, I only require a one way lift. I'll be on business there and there's no need to stall your services."
Raezyr and Trychon looked at each other and wondered to each other. The Geonosians were Jedi-friendly, but so far they hadn't made a stir about their presence. Surely they would be a little less accommodating toward the Sith?
SMUGGLER Trychon sent a thought over.
WHAT?! Raezyr tried to act interested in the exchange while conversing in thought with Trychon.
EXPERT NEGOTIATOR
Raezyr gave a slight nodding realization. Tyrrazapon knew how to negotiate, even if it wasn't with people you trusted. That could prove to be a useful tool in the future.
"Alright gentlemen," Tyrrazapon turned around. "I'm all set it seems. Transport leaves in 0:45. Let's say we find a place to get one of those delicious ales. I've grown fond of that stuff."
"Well, I've got the heebie-jeebies about this place Tyr, I don't want too many people noticing we're here," Raezyr spoke quietly as they walked.
"Is that a technical term Raez?" Trychon joked. Tyrrazapon laughed out loud and then quickly composed himself. "Must be one of those Force deals huh? When we get back in contact, you're showing me how to move shit around without touching it."
The three of them smiled as they made their way back out onto the dock and decided to look for a place to get a drink.
"Let's get you a ride back to your ship," Raezyr turned to Tyrrazapon. "The sooner we get that squared away the sooner we can head for Korriban and away from this forsaken Jedi-hole."
As they walked, Tyrrazapon noticed more glances and looks from the deck crew milling about. I'm guessing I'm going to have to get used to this. The three of them filed along and were shown inside the hangar.
"We must have your business here," a Geonosian made his way to a computer.
"It's quite simple, actually," Trychon began. "We need to hire a transport that can take our colleague here to Nar Shaddaa."
"Are you requiring single transportation then?" the question came back.
"One of your business class transports will do. Not too large, or small," Tyr explained. "Also, I only require a one way lift. I'll be on business there and there's no need to stall your services."
Raezyr and Trychon looked at each other and wondered to each other. The Geonosians were Jedi-friendly, but so far they hadn't made a stir about their presence. Surely they would be a little less accommodating toward the Sith?
SMUGGLER Trychon sent a thought over.
WHAT?! Raezyr tried to act interested in the exchange while conversing in thought with Trychon.
EXPERT NEGOTIATOR
Raezyr gave a slight nodding realization. Tyrrazapon knew how to negotiate, even if it wasn't with people you trusted. That could prove to be a useful tool in the future.
"Alright gentlemen," Tyrrazapon turned around. "I'm all set it seems. Transport leaves in 0:45. Let's say we find a place to get one of those delicious ales. I've grown fond of that stuff."
"Well, I've got the heebie-jeebies about this place Tyr, I don't want too many people noticing we're here," Raezyr spoke quietly as they walked.
"Is that a technical term Raez?" Trychon joked. Tyrrazapon laughed out loud and then quickly composed himself. "Must be one of those Force deals huh? When we get back in contact, you're showing me how to move shit around without touching it."
The three of them smiled as they made their way back out onto the dock and decided to look for a place to get a drink.
71. The Search for Darth Vikon - Raezyr
Raezyr didn't come forward from the med bay until the alarm went off indicating that their hyperspace coordinate was approaching nearly 7 hours later. This time he wore his armor and seemed in a better mood.
"I miss anything?" Raezyr asked casually.
"No, not really. I just filled Tyrrazapon in on everything that's happened since before the three of us met up," Trychon said.
"I also told him about our brief encounter with Anya. He said your trick, picking up her light saber is bull shit," he added as he chuckled.
Tyrrazapon just leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, with a smug look on his face. He watched Raezyr raise his hand out toward him, almost as if he wanted to shake hands. Suddenly he felt a tugging at his belt. Tyrrazapon glanced down just in time to see his father's light saber leap off of his belt, and zip across the cockpit into Raezyr's outstreched hand.
Raezyr tossed the hilt back to Tyrrazapon. "You might want to close that jaw before you get drool all over my ship," Raezyr remarked as he sat down in he pilots seat once more. He checked the instruments and then reached forward and eased the levers forward. Mottled blue turned to starlines, which coalesced into stars. A large ringed, brown planet loomed in front of them.
"Geonosis Control, this is the Jet Razor, requesting permission to dock at Stalgasin hive." Raezyr said into the comm.
After a moment a series of strange clicking sounds could be heard from the speakers. Raezyr checked a screen for the exact translation, then replied. "Confirmed, turning to vector three seven alpha, bearing point two one four. Destination docking bay 74." Raezyr swung the nose around and descended the gravity well."
Alright," Trychon said as they exited the ship 20 minutes later, "first order of business is to find someone headed back to Nar Shaddaa, then we all rendezvous back on Korriban.
"The three turned to head out of the docking area when two Geonosians scurried up to them and began to click at them excitedly in their native tongue.
Trychon was confused and attempted to tell them he didn't speak Geonosian when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Tyrrazapon was handing him a small device with a little screen. He noticed that as the Geonosians clicked, words in basic scrolled across the screen and he began to read.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Raezyr said just loud enough for the other two to hear.
"I miss anything?" Raezyr asked casually.
"No, not really. I just filled Tyrrazapon in on everything that's happened since before the three of us met up," Trychon said.
"I also told him about our brief encounter with Anya. He said your trick, picking up her light saber is bull shit," he added as he chuckled.
Tyrrazapon just leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, with a smug look on his face. He watched Raezyr raise his hand out toward him, almost as if he wanted to shake hands. Suddenly he felt a tugging at his belt. Tyrrazapon glanced down just in time to see his father's light saber leap off of his belt, and zip across the cockpit into Raezyr's outstreched hand.
Raezyr tossed the hilt back to Tyrrazapon. "You might want to close that jaw before you get drool all over my ship," Raezyr remarked as he sat down in he pilots seat once more. He checked the instruments and then reached forward and eased the levers forward. Mottled blue turned to starlines, which coalesced into stars. A large ringed, brown planet loomed in front of them.
"Geonosis Control, this is the Jet Razor, requesting permission to dock at Stalgasin hive." Raezyr said into the comm.
After a moment a series of strange clicking sounds could be heard from the speakers. Raezyr checked a screen for the exact translation, then replied. "Confirmed, turning to vector three seven alpha, bearing point two one four. Destination docking bay 74." Raezyr swung the nose around and descended the gravity well."
Alright," Trychon said as they exited the ship 20 minutes later, "first order of business is to find someone headed back to Nar Shaddaa, then we all rendezvous back on Korriban.
"The three turned to head out of the docking area when two Geonosians scurried up to them and began to click at them excitedly in their native tongue.
Trychon was confused and attempted to tell them he didn't speak Geonosian when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Tyrrazapon was handing him a small device with a little screen. He noticed that as the Geonosians clicked, words in basic scrolled across the screen and he began to read.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Raezyr said just loud enough for the other two to hear.
70. The Search for Darth Vikon - Raezyr
"But that's where.... what?" Trychon asked.
Raezyr was silent for moment. "That's where THIS happened!" he yelled, pointing to the scar on his face.
After a minute he continued, more calmly, the anger just below the surface. "Master and I undertook a mission to Geonosis. A major arms dealer was going there to inspect his order of guard droids. The deal we made called for him not to return. I was only 15 at the time, and had not been tested yet in true face to face combat. It was supposed to be simple. Sneak in, take him out in his sleep, sneak out, but we didn't know that he was given to insomnia. We got in past his security easy enough, and I waited in the living area of his quarters. Master went in to his bed chambers, but she found him awake. She struck him down, but not before a brief struggle and after he was able to make a call to his security. The rushed in to find a 15 year old boy facing them with a light saber. I..... I froze. A large Gran swung his vibro sword at me. I jumped back in time to save my life, but not my face. I collapsed to the floor and looked up at the Gran who raised his sword for a killing blow. I stared at my death with one eye, the other blinded by the blood pouring down my face....."
"Master had this armor made for me shortly after that. She said that I should never take it off. That I was now too recognizable to ever be a good assassin. without it. She told me that if anyone ever saw my face, they had better be my ally forever, or it should be the last face they ever see." Raezyr at looked both Trychon and Tyrrazapon in turn. "I hope you two are the former."
Raezyr got up then from the pilot's seat and headed back to the med bay, leaving the cockpit in dead silence.
Raezyr was silent for moment. "That's where THIS happened!" he yelled, pointing to the scar on his face.
After a minute he continued, more calmly, the anger just below the surface. "Master and I undertook a mission to Geonosis. A major arms dealer was going there to inspect his order of guard droids. The deal we made called for him not to return. I was only 15 at the time, and had not been tested yet in true face to face combat. It was supposed to be simple. Sneak in, take him out in his sleep, sneak out, but we didn't know that he was given to insomnia. We got in past his security easy enough, and I waited in the living area of his quarters. Master went in to his bed chambers, but she found him awake. She struck him down, but not before a brief struggle and after he was able to make a call to his security. The rushed in to find a 15 year old boy facing them with a light saber. I..... I froze. A large Gran swung his vibro sword at me. I jumped back in time to save my life, but not my face. I collapsed to the floor and looked up at the Gran who raised his sword for a killing blow. I stared at my death with one eye, the other blinded by the blood pouring down my face....."
"Master had this armor made for me shortly after that. She said that I should never take it off. That I was now too recognizable to ever be a good assassin. without it. She told me that if anyone ever saw my face, they had better be my ally forever, or it should be the last face they ever see." Raezyr at looked both Trychon and Tyrrazapon in turn. "I hope you two are the former."
Raezyr got up then from the pilot's seat and headed back to the med bay, leaving the cockpit in dead silence.
69. The Search for Darth Vikon - Trychon
Finally away from the... slightly tense battle, Trychon turned to Raezyr. "So is it my turn to take a nap then?"
Raezyr turned. "Don't take my helmet off again."
"Duly noted." Trychon returned in the same droll tone.
Raezyr turned back to his instruments. After a bit of silence, he asked for the full story of what had happened and Trychon gave him a quick rundown of their quick adventure.
"All in all, well handled. Next time, I prefer to pilot my ship to it's own demise though if you don't mind."
Good to see his humor returning... Trychon thought.
Tyrrazapon chimed in. "So where are we headed?"
"I set a course for Geonosis. We should be safe to travel in that vicinity, and we'll likely find a merchant that could take you to pick up your ship and meet up with us. We'll find something to keep ourselves occupied with until we hear from you...
"Raezyr cut him off "Geonosis? But that's where...."
Raezyr turned. "Don't take my helmet off again."
"Duly noted." Trychon returned in the same droll tone.
Raezyr turned back to his instruments. After a bit of silence, he asked for the full story of what had happened and Trychon gave him a quick rundown of their quick adventure.
"All in all, well handled. Next time, I prefer to pilot my ship to it's own demise though if you don't mind."
Good to see his humor returning... Trychon thought.
Tyrrazapon chimed in. "So where are we headed?"
"I set a course for Geonosis. We should be safe to travel in that vicinity, and we'll likely find a merchant that could take you to pick up your ship and meet up with us. We'll find something to keep ourselves occupied with until we hear from you...
"Raezyr cut him off "Geonosis? But that's where...."
68. The Search for Darth Vikon - Raezyr
Raezyr came to and sat up. The pain in his side had lessened some. He looked around and got his bearings. Alright, I'm in the med bay, I can hear the sub light drive running, so we have to be in space. I better go see what's going on, he thought as he threw on his cloak.
He was livid about having his armor removed, but he understood why. He'd have done the same in Trychon's position. It still didn't make him any less angry about it, though.
He quickly made his way to the cockpit and looked around. He was surprised to see Tyrrazapon still here, and in the pilot's seat no less. "What is the situation? Where are we?" he demanded, more harshly than was probably necessary.
"Look, Gimpy," Tyrrazapon began, "you got yourself in hot water with the authorities here, and I'm tryin to fly you out of this mess. Don't come in here and get uppity with us. By all rights we could have left you lying in the dirt on the landing pad."
Raezyr pointed at Tyrrazpon and started to reply, but Trychon interuppted, "Cut it, you two! You can fight later, right now we've got about 5 minutes until this frieghter above us stops and then they'll be on our asses."
"Alright then, let me take the helm for now, I know this ship best. Tyrrazapon, move over to the weapons station and get the quad cannons warmed up. Trychon, get coordinates for....... I don't know... any close system, just find one and pick one. We'll jump there first and then back to Korriban, in case they try tracking our last vector," Raezyr said, and they all moved, working in unison.
Raezyr immediately punched the throttle to full speed, heading for open space, leaving the cover of the frieghter behind.
"Space transport Jet Razor, this is Nar Shaddaa Defense Shuttle Tango-5, shut down all engines and prepare to...." Raezyr shut off the comm switch. "Boring conversation anyway. Gentlemen, get ready for company."
Raezyr began flying erratically, rolling and spinning as three patrol shuttles fell in behind, and began to open fire, green lasers flashing all around the cockpit.
"Switching deflector screen to rear, Tyr, when ever you're ready..... Trych, do we have the coordinates yet?"
Tyrrazapon began firing, the red streaks flying back toward their pursuers.
"Not quite...... there! Got 'em!" Trychon exclaimed.
"Get 'em entered!"
"Hahaha! That's one down," Tyrrazapon gloated as a patrol shuttle exploded into a ball of flame and scrap metal, "Oh shit, here come 2 more, 10 o'clock!"
"I see 'em," Raez responded, barrel rolling down and away.
"Co-ordinates entered! Let's get the frack out of here!"
Raezyr banked hard left into the appropriate vector and pulled back on the hyperdrive levers.
And with a sudden flicker of pseudo-motion, the Jet Razor was gone.
He was livid about having his armor removed, but he understood why. He'd have done the same in Trychon's position. It still didn't make him any less angry about it, though.
He quickly made his way to the cockpit and looked around. He was surprised to see Tyrrazapon still here, and in the pilot's seat no less. "What is the situation? Where are we?" he demanded, more harshly than was probably necessary.
"Look, Gimpy," Tyrrazapon began, "you got yourself in hot water with the authorities here, and I'm tryin to fly you out of this mess. Don't come in here and get uppity with us. By all rights we could have left you lying in the dirt on the landing pad."
Raezyr pointed at Tyrrazpon and started to reply, but Trychon interuppted, "Cut it, you two! You can fight later, right now we've got about 5 minutes until this frieghter above us stops and then they'll be on our asses."
"Alright then, let me take the helm for now, I know this ship best. Tyrrazapon, move over to the weapons station and get the quad cannons warmed up. Trychon, get coordinates for....... I don't know... any close system, just find one and pick one. We'll jump there first and then back to Korriban, in case they try tracking our last vector," Raezyr said, and they all moved, working in unison.
Raezyr immediately punched the throttle to full speed, heading for open space, leaving the cover of the frieghter behind.
"Space transport Jet Razor, this is Nar Shaddaa Defense Shuttle Tango-5, shut down all engines and prepare to...." Raezyr shut off the comm switch. "Boring conversation anyway. Gentlemen, get ready for company."
Raezyr began flying erratically, rolling and spinning as three patrol shuttles fell in behind, and began to open fire, green lasers flashing all around the cockpit.
"Switching deflector screen to rear, Tyr, when ever you're ready..... Trych, do we have the coordinates yet?"
Tyrrazapon began firing, the red streaks flying back toward their pursuers.
"Not quite...... there! Got 'em!" Trychon exclaimed.
"Get 'em entered!"
"Hahaha! That's one down," Tyrrazapon gloated as a patrol shuttle exploded into a ball of flame and scrap metal, "Oh shit, here come 2 more, 10 o'clock!"
"I see 'em," Raez responded, barrel rolling down and away.
"Co-ordinates entered! Let's get the frack out of here!"
Raezyr banked hard left into the appropriate vector and pulled back on the hyperdrive levers.
And with a sudden flicker of pseudo-motion, the Jet Razor was gone.
67. The Search for Darth Vikon - Trychon
The comm broke in. "This is Nar Shadda Control to unidentified ship. Please transfer your launch authorization codes."
Trychon looked at Tyrrazapon. "You having second thoughts yet, man?" He tried to give him a slight grin.
Tyrrazapon looked back at him. "Yeah... just drop me off as you pass by the next station." He paused then continued. "I don't have a whole lot of choice... but yeah I'm coming along for now. Not doing anything at the moment."
Trychon gave him an ironical smile just as the Comm message came through again. "This is Nar Shadda Control to unidentified ship. Please transfer your launch authorization codes." They sounded just a bit more irritated this time. Trychon kept his smile as he said "I'm glad you're coming along. Take the controls. I'll try to stall the bureaucrats. We'll have to come back for your ship."
Trychon didn't tell him that he was relieved to have an excuse to get away from the piloting. He'd worked enough computers in his time and the basic ideas were simple enough... he was sure he could figure out the controls... but now wasn't the time.
He got on the comm. He raised his voice a half octave. "Control, my captain broadcast our codes minutes ago. What seems to be the problem?"
He glanced over his readings and pointed to a vector for Tyrrazapon to pilot.
The comm came back on a moment later. "Control to unidentified ship, we show no authorization for your transponder 'Jet Razor'.
"Trychon expected this and was ready. He cleared his throat and raised his voice again. "Well, something is certainly wrong then. Check your instruments. This is the 'Fair Maiden' not the 'Jet Blade'."
He was going to get them in trouble... but Tyrrazapon fought back a snicker This is fun. Trychon waved as to say 'Keep going'.
Control came back on. They were certainly not going to take much more of his game. "Sir you need to turn around and head back to dock". Trychon waited until he thought it was nearly too late and responded. "I'm sorry... but is there someone else we could speak to?"
Game over.
"We're dispatching patrol. Turn around now."
Trychon frowned. "Understood, control." He pointed towards a grouping of some of the higher traffic of ingoing and outgoing ships only a bit lower than they were... so they'd be headed down and back... but only slightly down.
"When you get into that grouping, cut thrusters and get under the largest inbound freighter and follow it's belly as close as you can."
Tyrrazapon grimaced and did what he was asked. He was a pretty fair pilot. It wasn't perfect, but it was hardly a duster's maneuver, either. After only a few moments, Trychon pointed at a freighter going the other way coming up on them. "Get under that one now and follow it as long as you can."
Tyrrazapon didn't say a word... he just concentrated on the task given. A small bead of sweat formed on his face.
After a few minutes, they could see the patrol scrambling around trying to find them. 15 minutes later, they heard a broad message to all ships to halt or return to dock. "Well," Trychon mused, "That was about as far as I expected that to get us. Wait until the freighter has come to a full stop and then head out on the nearest vector as quick as you can."
Trychon looked at Tyrrazapon. "You having second thoughts yet, man?" He tried to give him a slight grin.
Tyrrazapon looked back at him. "Yeah... just drop me off as you pass by the next station." He paused then continued. "I don't have a whole lot of choice... but yeah I'm coming along for now. Not doing anything at the moment."
Trychon gave him an ironical smile just as the Comm message came through again. "This is Nar Shadda Control to unidentified ship. Please transfer your launch authorization codes." They sounded just a bit more irritated this time. Trychon kept his smile as he said "I'm glad you're coming along. Take the controls. I'll try to stall the bureaucrats. We'll have to come back for your ship."
Trychon didn't tell him that he was relieved to have an excuse to get away from the piloting. He'd worked enough computers in his time and the basic ideas were simple enough... he was sure he could figure out the controls... but now wasn't the time.
He got on the comm. He raised his voice a half octave. "Control, my captain broadcast our codes minutes ago. What seems to be the problem?"
He glanced over his readings and pointed to a vector for Tyrrazapon to pilot.
The comm came back on a moment later. "Control to unidentified ship, we show no authorization for your transponder 'Jet Razor'.
"Trychon expected this and was ready. He cleared his throat and raised his voice again. "Well, something is certainly wrong then. Check your instruments. This is the 'Fair Maiden' not the 'Jet Blade'."
He was going to get them in trouble... but Tyrrazapon fought back a snicker This is fun. Trychon waved as to say 'Keep going'.
Control came back on. They were certainly not going to take much more of his game. "Sir you need to turn around and head back to dock". Trychon waited until he thought it was nearly too late and responded. "I'm sorry... but is there someone else we could speak to?"
Game over.
"We're dispatching patrol. Turn around now."
Trychon frowned. "Understood, control." He pointed towards a grouping of some of the higher traffic of ingoing and outgoing ships only a bit lower than they were... so they'd be headed down and back... but only slightly down.
"When you get into that grouping, cut thrusters and get under the largest inbound freighter and follow it's belly as close as you can."
Tyrrazapon grimaced and did what he was asked. He was a pretty fair pilot. It wasn't perfect, but it was hardly a duster's maneuver, either. After only a few moments, Trychon pointed at a freighter going the other way coming up on them. "Get under that one now and follow it as long as you can."
Tyrrazapon didn't say a word... he just concentrated on the task given. A small bead of sweat formed on his face.
After a few minutes, they could see the patrol scrambling around trying to find them. 15 minutes later, they heard a broad message to all ships to halt or return to dock. "Well," Trychon mused, "That was about as far as I expected that to get us. Wait until the freighter has come to a full stop and then head out on the nearest vector as quick as you can."
66. The Search for Darth Vikon - Tyrrazapon
As Trychon went to work with the controls, Tyrrazapon settled into the chair next to him. He glanced around outside the window and kept his eyes out for more trouble.
At least I know I won't have to go looking for entertainment as long as these two guys are around he thought to himself. He was still unsure about the two, but so far they did not seem like threatening material-for him anyway. He only cared about the gigantic change in fortune that these guys had gifted him at this point. He'd spent 4 long years searching for answers, smuggling, watching his back everywhere he went, trying to appease the right people, and still until now had found nothing to aid in his search.
He relaxed a little bit once the ship had broken away from the dock and began to ascend. He slipped off his gloves and rubbed his temples with his left hand. He forgot about the small scars on his hands.
"You've seen a few fights in your time then have you?" Trychon was questioning him.
He glanced up with a second of confusion, turned his hand over and then quickly covered it.
"Sometimes heavy work makes a mess out of a guy's hands, you know?" Tyrrazapon tried to steer the subject. True he'd put his hands through hell on Tattooine, but some of the scarring only meant he had to think about his past. He wasn't ready to let this guy in on his personal demons.
"Use it Tyrrazapon," Trychon nodded toward his hand. "That's the difference. We can control our fates that way."
"I have been. I make my own way."
"Raezyr and I sense a deep connection in you. The Force is definitely raging within you, and now perhaps we can help you tame it."
Tyrrazapon chuckled a low sound. The Force. What a load of garbage.
"My father was supposedly a great Jedi Knight. They are supposed to be able to sense things in great detail. But he never saw me coming. Whatever religious beliefs he lived by weren't enough to deliver him from me."
"There are no accidents in the Force Tyrrazapon. I won't presume to tell you I know what your father felt, or did not, but perhaps he knew you were choosing your own path."
Tyrrazapon looked at Trychon. He wondered if this guy could feel that he thought he was crazy.
"Perhaps it is you that may be crazy not to at least see where it takes you," Trychon gave a slight grin and returned to check on their flight status. Tyrrazapon stared at him blankly. No way. Cheap parlor trick, or mere coincidence. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to humor these guys. He sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers and brought them up to his mouth and thought.
At least I know I won't have to go looking for entertainment as long as these two guys are around he thought to himself. He was still unsure about the two, but so far they did not seem like threatening material-for him anyway. He only cared about the gigantic change in fortune that these guys had gifted him at this point. He'd spent 4 long years searching for answers, smuggling, watching his back everywhere he went, trying to appease the right people, and still until now had found nothing to aid in his search.
He relaxed a little bit once the ship had broken away from the dock and began to ascend. He slipped off his gloves and rubbed his temples with his left hand. He forgot about the small scars on his hands.
"You've seen a few fights in your time then have you?" Trychon was questioning him.
He glanced up with a second of confusion, turned his hand over and then quickly covered it.
"Sometimes heavy work makes a mess out of a guy's hands, you know?" Tyrrazapon tried to steer the subject. True he'd put his hands through hell on Tattooine, but some of the scarring only meant he had to think about his past. He wasn't ready to let this guy in on his personal demons.
"Use it Tyrrazapon," Trychon nodded toward his hand. "That's the difference. We can control our fates that way."
"I have been. I make my own way."
"Raezyr and I sense a deep connection in you. The Force is definitely raging within you, and now perhaps we can help you tame it."
Tyrrazapon chuckled a low sound. The Force. What a load of garbage.
"My father was supposedly a great Jedi Knight. They are supposed to be able to sense things in great detail. But he never saw me coming. Whatever religious beliefs he lived by weren't enough to deliver him from me."
"There are no accidents in the Force Tyrrazapon. I won't presume to tell you I know what your father felt, or did not, but perhaps he knew you were choosing your own path."
Tyrrazapon looked at Trychon. He wondered if this guy could feel that he thought he was crazy.
"Perhaps it is you that may be crazy not to at least see where it takes you," Trychon gave a slight grin and returned to check on their flight status. Tyrrazapon stared at him blankly. No way. Cheap parlor trick, or mere coincidence. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to humor these guys. He sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers and brought them up to his mouth and thought.
65. The Search for Darth Vikon - Raezyr
The first swing of Trychon's light saber cut the Dug in two, the second swing turned him into a crowd. He clipped the hilt to his belt and the three kept walking, barely missing a stride.
They continued on toward the docking bay where the Jet Razor was moored. The farther they walked, the slower they went, even though it was apparent that Raezyr was trying to keep up.
As they entered the docking bay, Raezyr fumbled around in his utility belt, and eventually pulled out the ship's remote, then collapsed to the ground. Trychon ran over, pulled a chip from his belt attached it to the remote and lowered the loading ramp. Together, Tyrrazapon and Trychon got Raezyr on board and into the medical bay.
They removed his armor to get a better look at the the wound and get it dressed. "If it weren't for this armor, he'd be dead right now," Trychon said, looking at the wound.
"Hell, it's a miracle he's not dead anyway," Tyrrazapon remarked, as he applied kolto patches to the wound.
Trychon removed Raezyr's helmet to help him breathe easier. "Oh shit! And here I thought the mask was just a practical part of the armor."
Tyrrazapon turned to see what Trychon was talking about when he noticed the heinous vertical scar running down Raezyr's face, leaving a shock of white in the hair line of Raezyr's jet black hair. And for just a brief moment, at just the right angle, Raezyr reminded him of someone, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of who, but then the moment passed. Tyrrazapon looked at the scar again and shuddered.
"C'mon, he's resting easy now. Let's try to gain remote access to the the database on Korriban," Trychon said and lead the way to the cockpit.
They sat down and fired up the comm station computers, and were just in time to pick up broadcast about an alert on the local planetary holonet, "Once again, all planet wide port authorities have been alerted to pick up 2 individuals beleived to be involved in a high speed swoop chase and the murder of several local unarmed merchants..." The net continued on, giving general descriptions of both Raezyr and Trychon, before Trychon switched it off.
I guess next time we'll be a little more discreet, Trychon thought wryly.
They continued on toward the docking bay where the Jet Razor was moored. The farther they walked, the slower they went, even though it was apparent that Raezyr was trying to keep up.
As they entered the docking bay, Raezyr fumbled around in his utility belt, and eventually pulled out the ship's remote, then collapsed to the ground. Trychon ran over, pulled a chip from his belt attached it to the remote and lowered the loading ramp. Together, Tyrrazapon and Trychon got Raezyr on board and into the medical bay.
They removed his armor to get a better look at the the wound and get it dressed. "If it weren't for this armor, he'd be dead right now," Trychon said, looking at the wound.
"Hell, it's a miracle he's not dead anyway," Tyrrazapon remarked, as he applied kolto patches to the wound.
Trychon removed Raezyr's helmet to help him breathe easier. "Oh shit! And here I thought the mask was just a practical part of the armor."
Tyrrazapon turned to see what Trychon was talking about when he noticed the heinous vertical scar running down Raezyr's face, leaving a shock of white in the hair line of Raezyr's jet black hair. And for just a brief moment, at just the right angle, Raezyr reminded him of someone, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of who, but then the moment passed. Tyrrazapon looked at the scar again and shuddered.
"C'mon, he's resting easy now. Let's try to gain remote access to the the database on Korriban," Trychon said and lead the way to the cockpit.
They sat down and fired up the comm station computers, and were just in time to pick up broadcast about an alert on the local planetary holonet, "Once again, all planet wide port authorities have been alerted to pick up 2 individuals beleived to be involved in a high speed swoop chase and the murder of several local unarmed merchants..." The net continued on, giving general descriptions of both Raezyr and Trychon, before Trychon switched it off.
I guess next time we'll be a little more discreet, Trychon thought wryly.
64. The Search for Darth Vikon - Trychon
"Well, I think you'll be fine then."
He laughed on the inside for a moment. This new guy seemed to fit into their recent decisions to slice first and ask questions later... if still necessary.
"Right now we need nothing more than getting Raezyr back to the ship. From there, we can decide what to do next. We can either go back to Korriban and look for information on our new item or we can try to remote access the database for more info on another lead perhaps. Do you have your own transportation?"
Tyrrazapon responded quickly "Yeah, I do."
"Ok then we'll be traveling separately eventually, but why don't you go ahead and come with us for the moment?"
"Sounds good."
"You ok to walk a bit, Raezyr? It's not far from here."
Raezyr turned a little towards him. "I would not be seen having you carry me. That is certain." Trychon was fairly sure he was joking. A bit.
Trychon got up and waited for the others to follow.
The group still got a bit of mumbling as they traveled... word of their exploits had surely passed around... although most could only assume that they were involved. Two men in robes... one of which in a mask and a hidden limp... the third in camo gear.
Suddenly, a familiar Dug popped out from around the corner. He was aggressive at first, but then seemed to become a little less sure of himself with the increase in numbers. He slowly backed away.
Trychon looked to Raezyr. Raezyr spoke "Remember what we've learned."
Trychon nodded and tied up one last loose end.
He laughed on the inside for a moment. This new guy seemed to fit into their recent decisions to slice first and ask questions later... if still necessary.
"Right now we need nothing more than getting Raezyr back to the ship. From there, we can decide what to do next. We can either go back to Korriban and look for information on our new item or we can try to remote access the database for more info on another lead perhaps. Do you have your own transportation?"
Tyrrazapon responded quickly "Yeah, I do."
"Ok then we'll be traveling separately eventually, but why don't you go ahead and come with us for the moment?"
"Sounds good."
"You ok to walk a bit, Raezyr? It's not far from here."
Raezyr turned a little towards him. "I would not be seen having you carry me. That is certain." Trychon was fairly sure he was joking. A bit.
Trychon got up and waited for the others to follow.
The group still got a bit of mumbling as they traveled... word of their exploits had surely passed around... although most could only assume that they were involved. Two men in robes... one of which in a mask and a hidden limp... the third in camo gear.
Suddenly, a familiar Dug popped out from around the corner. He was aggressive at first, but then seemed to become a little less sure of himself with the increase in numbers. He slowly backed away.
Trychon looked to Raezyr. Raezyr spoke "Remember what we've learned."
Trychon nodded and tied up one last loose end.
63. The Search for Darth Vikon - Tyrrazapon
Tyrrazapon gave them both a look. Darth Vikon? He wondered if he should respond or wait for another cue.
"You are wounded," he managed.
"We've seen a bit of action today. Caught a blast to the side," the man said.
Tyrrazapon studied the men intently. They didn't seem like the kind of men his father had been in line with. But his father had never really gone into much detail about the Jedi or their beliefs. He'd trained him a little and had him study some, but these two men didn't seem like Jedi.
"We've been looking for Darth Vikon," the other one said. "We thought perhaps you were he."
"My name is Tyrrazapon. Sorry to disappoint."
The men looked at each other and seemed to be studying one another. Tyrrazapon felt some sense of communication mingling among the three of them.
"Like he said, we've been trying to find Darth Vikon, and thought maybe we'd find him here. No luck thus far," the wounded one spoke again.
"Who are you two?" Tyrrazapon probed.
"Of course, apologies. I am Darth Raezyr, and this is my colleague, Darth Trychon. We belong to the Sith."
The Sith? I think I've heard of them before Tyrrazapon began to recall a little. He'd heard of course that there were warring factions among the Jedi, rogues, if you will. But he'd never really encountered any. These men didn't seem bad and in fact, he felt unusually comfortable conversing with them.
"Darths?"
Raezyr and Trychon looked at each other a second time.
Is he JEDI? they sent the same thought to each other.
"We assumed you belonged with us, or at least among us," Trychon replied.
Tyrrazapon shifted and took a drink from his ale. I'm really starting to enjoy this stuff. He peered at the two for a moment.
"Well, I need answers too. Perhaps I could learn to belong?" He cocked his head.
"We've got to get off this rock, for starters. Perhaps you could come along," Raezyr suggested.
"Wait, so you're not a Jedi? I don't sense that in you," Trychon leaned forward.
"Jedi? Hell no. My father was a Jedi."
"Oh. What happened to him?"
"I killed him."
"You are wounded," he managed.
"We've seen a bit of action today. Caught a blast to the side," the man said.
Tyrrazapon studied the men intently. They didn't seem like the kind of men his father had been in line with. But his father had never really gone into much detail about the Jedi or their beliefs. He'd trained him a little and had him study some, but these two men didn't seem like Jedi.
"We've been looking for Darth Vikon," the other one said. "We thought perhaps you were he."
"My name is Tyrrazapon. Sorry to disappoint."
The men looked at each other and seemed to be studying one another. Tyrrazapon felt some sense of communication mingling among the three of them.
"Like he said, we've been trying to find Darth Vikon, and thought maybe we'd find him here. No luck thus far," the wounded one spoke again.
"Who are you two?" Tyrrazapon probed.
"Of course, apologies. I am Darth Raezyr, and this is my colleague, Darth Trychon. We belong to the Sith."
The Sith? I think I've heard of them before Tyrrazapon began to recall a little. He'd heard of course that there were warring factions among the Jedi, rogues, if you will. But he'd never really encountered any. These men didn't seem bad and in fact, he felt unusually comfortable conversing with them.
"Darths?"
Raezyr and Trychon looked at each other a second time.
Is he JEDI? they sent the same thought to each other.
"We assumed you belonged with us, or at least among us," Trychon replied.
Tyrrazapon shifted and took a drink from his ale. I'm really starting to enjoy this stuff. He peered at the two for a moment.
"Well, I need answers too. Perhaps I could learn to belong?" He cocked his head.
"We've got to get off this rock, for starters. Perhaps you could come along," Raezyr suggested.
"Wait, so you're not a Jedi? I don't sense that in you," Trychon leaned forward.
"Jedi? Hell no. My father was a Jedi."
"Oh. What happened to him?"
"I killed him."
62. The Search for Darth Vikon - Raezyr
The three shadowy figures entered The Slag Pit and found a secluded table in the back. They sat down and ordered a round of Corellian ale from the waitress who was at the table almost before they had seated themselves.
Raezyr started. "Darth Vikon, I presume?"
The split second of bewilderment on the stranger's face was all that was necessary for Trychon and Raezyr to realize they had made a mistake.
Raezyr started. "Darth Vikon, I presume?"
The split second of bewilderment on the stranger's face was all that was necessary for Trychon and Raezyr to realize they had made a mistake.
61. Outlander Club - Raezyr
Raezyr and Trychon walked forward through the crowd, until the stood in front of the stranger. They could tell that he was tensed and ready, just as they were. He's alot younger than I thought he'd be, Raezyr thought.
"We'd like a word with you.........," Raezyr looked around. There were at least 100 people in earshot, and what passed for law enforcement around here was sure to show up any minute. "In private," he added in a low voice.
The stranger nodded and the three turned and quickly hurried down the alley.
Once again consulting his data pad, they continued using side streets and tunnels until they reached the Corellian sector, and the Slag Pit, a well known bounty hunter hang-out. "We'll fit in better here," Raezyr explained as they entered.
"We'd like a word with you.........," Raezyr looked around. There were at least 100 people in earshot, and what passed for law enforcement around here was sure to show up any minute. "In private," he added in a low voice.
The stranger nodded and the three turned and quickly hurried down the alley.
Once again consulting his data pad, they continued using side streets and tunnels until they reached the Corellian sector, and the Slag Pit, a well known bounty hunter hang-out. "We'll fit in better here," Raezyr explained as they entered.
60. Outlander Club - Tyrrazapon
The two men hurried toward the exit and Tyrrazapon sat for a moment and then decided to follow.
He wondered what these two were talking about, yet again. He was beginning to think he was collecting more questions than answers. He made his way through the crowd with relative ease as some made the effort to make room for him.
He stepped outside and immediately slowed to a stop and surveyed. There was a sort of barricade up, with men standing their ground. They had a turret, and blasters. Tyrrazapon guessed they were after someone that hadn't paid up. Smugglers never had any mercy and they didn't mess around. He'd had to fight his way out of a few jams himself back on the desert world.
He retreated back into the shadow of the building and waited. He was a statue.
In the distance he could barely make out a black object. It was headed toward the club at an alarming speed. Soon, he lost sight of what turned out to be a speeder with two men. There was one in a side-car. The barricade lit up and the men were firing their blasters and turret at the speeder. Tyrrazapon could hear shouting and taunting and there seemed to be a bit of a crash out of sight. Perhaps they had gotten their thieves.
Others began to mingle out of the club at the sound of the blasts. A small crowd formed and people seemed either alarmed or interested and there were a few placing bets.
Tyrrazapon felt more in tune now, and felt like he was connected to something, but he couldn't decide what it was. Perhaps his adrenaline was making his mind focus.
Suddenly it seemed like a man had fallen over, but he couldn't make out what had happened. Now something else occurred.
There was a bit of a crash and explosion and the turret was down now. He moved to a better position to see what was happening and as he did so, another man fell and it appeared that he had been stabbed. Tyrrazapon focused his eyes. He could see the wound in the man's arm. It was that gray-haired fool that interrupted his ale-time.
But then the figure emerged. A trickle of excitement went down his spine when he saw the man. He was wearing similar garb, but camouflaged, it seemed. Then Tyrrazapon's questions were answered because the figure produced a weapon, and the red blade ignited and gleamed back at Tyrrazapon. The figure shoved his lightsaber through gray-hair's throat. Beautifully done he thought.
The cloaked figure, similar to himself began his rounds and seemed to be enjoying himself, entertained each time he blasted a guy in the head with the blaster he'd picked up. Now he was moving toward one last man who was still alive. Tyrrazapon couldn't really tell what this other one looked like.
But then it didn't matter, after a few words seemed to be exchanged before the figure slit the man's throat with his red blade. There was another figure coming up, favoring one of his sides. He was dressed like the first. Tyrrazapon wanted to speak with them immediately.
The other one realized they had an audience, and then shot a look straight at Tyrrazapon. At this, Tyrrazapon's mind and body surged with this mysterious feeling he'd felt in smaller doses. He knew at once that these men would be able to help him. And now the man spoke.
"YOU! We would have a word with you!" the man pointed right at Tyrrazapon. They knew too. Did they possibly know who he was? He readied himself. He still wasn't sure if they were friend or foe. He would find out soon enough, as the cloaked man was headed right for him.
He wondered what these two were talking about, yet again. He was beginning to think he was collecting more questions than answers. He made his way through the crowd with relative ease as some made the effort to make room for him.
He stepped outside and immediately slowed to a stop and surveyed. There was a sort of barricade up, with men standing their ground. They had a turret, and blasters. Tyrrazapon guessed they were after someone that hadn't paid up. Smugglers never had any mercy and they didn't mess around. He'd had to fight his way out of a few jams himself back on the desert world.
He retreated back into the shadow of the building and waited. He was a statue.
In the distance he could barely make out a black object. It was headed toward the club at an alarming speed. Soon, he lost sight of what turned out to be a speeder with two men. There was one in a side-car. The barricade lit up and the men were firing their blasters and turret at the speeder. Tyrrazapon could hear shouting and taunting and there seemed to be a bit of a crash out of sight. Perhaps they had gotten their thieves.
Others began to mingle out of the club at the sound of the blasts. A small crowd formed and people seemed either alarmed or interested and there were a few placing bets.
Tyrrazapon felt more in tune now, and felt like he was connected to something, but he couldn't decide what it was. Perhaps his adrenaline was making his mind focus.
Suddenly it seemed like a man had fallen over, but he couldn't make out what had happened. Now something else occurred.
There was a bit of a crash and explosion and the turret was down now. He moved to a better position to see what was happening and as he did so, another man fell and it appeared that he had been stabbed. Tyrrazapon focused his eyes. He could see the wound in the man's arm. It was that gray-haired fool that interrupted his ale-time.
But then the figure emerged. A trickle of excitement went down his spine when he saw the man. He was wearing similar garb, but camouflaged, it seemed. Then Tyrrazapon's questions were answered because the figure produced a weapon, and the red blade ignited and gleamed back at Tyrrazapon. The figure shoved his lightsaber through gray-hair's throat. Beautifully done he thought.
The cloaked figure, similar to himself began his rounds and seemed to be enjoying himself, entertained each time he blasted a guy in the head with the blaster he'd picked up. Now he was moving toward one last man who was still alive. Tyrrazapon couldn't really tell what this other one looked like.
But then it didn't matter, after a few words seemed to be exchanged before the figure slit the man's throat with his red blade. There was another figure coming up, favoring one of his sides. He was dressed like the first. Tyrrazapon wanted to speak with them immediately.
The other one realized they had an audience, and then shot a look straight at Tyrrazapon. At this, Tyrrazapon's mind and body surged with this mysterious feeling he'd felt in smaller doses. He knew at once that these men would be able to help him. And now the man spoke.
"YOU! We would have a word with you!" the man pointed right at Tyrrazapon. They knew too. Did they possibly know who he was? He readied himself. He still wasn't sure if they were friend or foe. He would find out soon enough, as the cloaked man was headed right for him.
59. Outlander Club - Tyrrazapon
He sat for a while and took in the scene. He studied the tenants and groups sitting around, searching for clues.
Someone seemed to be walking toward him. Tyrrazapon made his eyes into slits and studied. Seemed like a lowlife, no one really important. He had graying hair and seemed like he hadn't cleaned up in a while.
The man helped himself to a seat opposite Tyrrazapon.
"Well, well, well. You people are becoming a regular occurrence around here," the gray-haired man mused.
You people? Why does everyone say that?
"That seems to be the popular belief around here," Tyrrazapon glared. He already didn't like this clown. He wasn't anythin different from the sludge that hung out in Mos Eisley.
"You lookin' for the same guy? You're a little behind, but perhaps I could help you out," the man seemed amused by Tyrrazapon's presence.
"I think you're a liar. I also have no idea what guy you're referring to, but perhaps you could help me find these other types of people you and the barkeep seem to think I belong to," Tyrrazapon leaned forward and allowed his eyes to show, almost black. The man seemed to lean back and lost his cheesy grin.
"Uh... How much you go--"
"Hey man! We gotta go! They're on their way back, we've got 'em trapped!" someone had grabbed the man in the booth and was attempting to pull him up. They obviously knew each other. The other man didn't seem to notice Tyrrazapon.
"Catch you later hoody," gray-hair said.
Someone seemed to be walking toward him. Tyrrazapon made his eyes into slits and studied. Seemed like a lowlife, no one really important. He had graying hair and seemed like he hadn't cleaned up in a while.
The man helped himself to a seat opposite Tyrrazapon.
"Well, well, well. You people are becoming a regular occurrence around here," the gray-haired man mused.
You people? Why does everyone say that?
"That seems to be the popular belief around here," Tyrrazapon glared. He already didn't like this clown. He wasn't anythin different from the sludge that hung out in Mos Eisley.
"You lookin' for the same guy? You're a little behind, but perhaps I could help you out," the man seemed amused by Tyrrazapon's presence.
"I think you're a liar. I also have no idea what guy you're referring to, but perhaps you could help me find these other types of people you and the barkeep seem to think I belong to," Tyrrazapon leaned forward and allowed his eyes to show, almost black. The man seemed to lean back and lost his cheesy grin.
"Uh... How much you go--"
"Hey man! We gotta go! They're on their way back, we've got 'em trapped!" someone had grabbed the man in the booth and was attempting to pull him up. They obviously knew each other. The other man didn't seem to notice Tyrrazapon.
"Catch you later hoody," gray-hair said.
58. Outlander Club - Tyrrazapon
Tyrrazapon tried to figure things out. His thoughts were swirling about his mind and he couldn't decide for sure if he would find definitive answers here. He grabbed his drink and slumped off of the stool, heading toward a dark cornered booth.
That guard wasn't lying. The ale is pretty decent. Perhaps it'll help clear my thoughts he pondered to himself. People milled about and danced to the music provided by the band on the stage. A few shot glances his way but for the most part, they left him be.
As he sat and sipped, Tyrrazapon couldn't shake the weird feeling that he may find something here. The barkeep had mentioned people like himself and that gave him a little bit of hope. Perhaps there were Jedi around these parts, but he was skeptical. It wasn't often that the Jedi dealt with the likes of the inhabitants of this moon. But he'd run into a few on Tattooine and he thought he'd done the same at Naboo. After all, his own father made his home this far out and he was a well respected Knight.
Who knew for sure, but as he put the finishing touches on his ale, he was stirred up a bit within. He kind of knew the feeling from several times before. It was that same mysterious pull, but to him it was comforting. Almost like he could feel something or maybe someone. But who?
That guard wasn't lying. The ale is pretty decent. Perhaps it'll help clear my thoughts he pondered to himself. People milled about and danced to the music provided by the band on the stage. A few shot glances his way but for the most part, they left him be.
As he sat and sipped, Tyrrazapon couldn't shake the weird feeling that he may find something here. The barkeep had mentioned people like himself and that gave him a little bit of hope. Perhaps there were Jedi around these parts, but he was skeptical. It wasn't often that the Jedi dealt with the likes of the inhabitants of this moon. But he'd run into a few on Tattooine and he thought he'd done the same at Naboo. After all, his own father made his home this far out and he was a well respected Knight.
Who knew for sure, but as he put the finishing touches on his ale, he was stirred up a bit within. He kind of knew the feeling from several times before. It was that same mysterious pull, but to him it was comforting. Almost like he could feel something or maybe someone. But who?
57. Outlander Club - Tyrrazapon
He found his way to the end of the bar and sat down on the last bench stool. He merely looked at the barkeep and he was quickly being served.
"What'll it be?"
"I hear the ale isn't bad," Tyrrazapon murmered.
"Isn't bad? Well, buddy, I like to think it's better than any other ale in the galaxy."
"I'll take one," Tyrrazapon grew impatient with the exchange. He was promptly poured a drink and served in no time.
"By the way, you may want to take a seat in one of our corner booths while you wait," the tender offered.
"Why?""Well, the likes of you only ever come in here for a couple of reasons. Either you're running from somebody, or you're looking to meet up with someone. In this case, I don't really care why you're here, but you seem to not want anyone to know who you are," the barkeep went on.
"I'm not here for anyone and I'm definitely not running from anyone," Tyrrazapon swigged his ale.
"Could've fooled me. There have been men like you in here recently stirrin' up trouble so, you can sit here, take the booth or whatever, but I don't want any trouble in here tonight. Once or twice is enough for one day."
Men like me? What does that mean? My race? That's nothing to stir up a cause about. Dressed like me? Men like my father? What is this barkeep talking about. Finally some sort of lead.
"What'll it be?"
"I hear the ale isn't bad," Tyrrazapon murmered.
"Isn't bad? Well, buddy, I like to think it's better than any other ale in the galaxy."
"I'll take one," Tyrrazapon grew impatient with the exchange. He was promptly poured a drink and served in no time.
"By the way, you may want to take a seat in one of our corner booths while you wait," the tender offered.
"Why?""Well, the likes of you only ever come in here for a couple of reasons. Either you're running from somebody, or you're looking to meet up with someone. In this case, I don't really care why you're here, but you seem to not want anyone to know who you are," the barkeep went on.
"I'm not here for anyone and I'm definitely not running from anyone," Tyrrazapon swigged his ale.
"Could've fooled me. There have been men like you in here recently stirrin' up trouble so, you can sit here, take the booth or whatever, but I don't want any trouble in here tonight. Once or twice is enough for one day."
Men like me? What does that mean? My race? That's nothing to stir up a cause about. Dressed like me? Men like my father? What is this barkeep talking about. Finally some sort of lead.
56. Outlander Club - Tyrrazapon
The narrow streets were heavily shadowed, and Tyrrazapon felt calm about this. His cloak flowed behind him and drifted above the street as he walked. He splashed through a dirty puddle and found the lights of the Outlander's Club ahead.
His approach seemed to go unnoticed or perhaps they just didn't care.
Do they see people like me regularly around here?
Tyrrazapon hoped the bouncer at the door would cause little hassle and just let him straight through. He already grew weary of paying off everyone he ran into. As he approached, the man stepped aside and gave a slight nod.
Well that was easy. Maybe I'll flip him a coin on my way out if I'm feeling gracious.
He strolled into the club and without trying to draw attention, made his way directly to the bar. His efforts were in vain because he could feel eyes on him from various spots throughout the club.
His approach seemed to go unnoticed or perhaps they just didn't care.
Do they see people like me regularly around here?
Tyrrazapon hoped the bouncer at the door would cause little hassle and just let him straight through. He already grew weary of paying off everyone he ran into. As he approached, the man stepped aside and gave a slight nod.
Well that was easy. Maybe I'll flip him a coin on my way out if I'm feeling gracious.
He strolled into the club and without trying to draw attention, made his way directly to the bar. His efforts were in vain because he could feel eyes on him from various spots throughout the club.
55. Approaching Nar Shaddaa - Tyrrazapon
Nar Shaddaa grew closer, and Tyrrazapon prepared himself to enter the system.
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, clearing away the thoughts that clouded his mind. He resumed control of the ship and began the descent into orbit. He studied the moon as he approached, plotting his course of action. He searched for the best possible port to land and referred to his navigating systems that led him to one such port.
As he drew closer he could feel a sort of excitement, perhaps for being in a new place and though his acquaintances on Tattooine attempted to jar him a little with stories of Nar Saddaa, he felt like it couldn't be anything worse than that desert heap he'd put up with before.
At last he was back in civilization, if civilization you could call this place...
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, clearing away the thoughts that clouded his mind. He resumed control of the ship and began the descent into orbit. He studied the moon as he approached, plotting his course of action. He searched for the best possible port to land and referred to his navigating systems that led him to one such port.
As he drew closer he could feel a sort of excitement, perhaps for being in a new place and though his acquaintances on Tattooine attempted to jar him a little with stories of Nar Saddaa, he felt like it couldn't be anything worse than that desert heap he'd put up with before.
At last he was back in civilization, if civilization you could call this place...
54. Approaching Nar Shaddaa - Tyrrazapon
Tyrrazapon rose to sit on his bunk and pondered. After a moment he made his way into the cockpit and sat heavily in the pilot's chair. He seemed to be lost in thought as his eyes looked through the front window into nothing.
He hoped that this moon would finally reveal some answers, or at least a solid direction. As the Wraith approached the system, he grew anxious.
Naboo had yielded little help, and he had only wasted time there. Tattooine he felt, had produced a little more and he'd stayed their for 2 and a half years observing the kinds of people that came and went. He was able to gain a little more knowledge of his father's old belief system, and even found himself practicing with his father's saber. He felt he could handle himself if he were forced into a jam and Tattooine was definitely a place where you could easily find yourself in the middle of one.
Tyrrazapon had lent himself to some of the smugglers on Tattooine and earned some income, though he still had his father's extensive savings at hand. He felt that more than earning credits, he was able to learn valuable skills and insights on the operations of these derelict sorts. He had certainly grown more and more fearless.
He hoped that this moon would finally reveal some answers, or at least a solid direction. As the Wraith approached the system, he grew anxious.
Naboo had yielded little help, and he had only wasted time there. Tattooine he felt, had produced a little more and he'd stayed their for 2 and a half years observing the kinds of people that came and went. He was able to gain a little more knowledge of his father's old belief system, and even found himself practicing with his father's saber. He felt he could handle himself if he were forced into a jam and Tattooine was definitely a place where you could easily find yourself in the middle of one.
Tyrrazapon had lent himself to some of the smugglers on Tattooine and earned some income, though he still had his father's extensive savings at hand. He felt that more than earning credits, he was able to learn valuable skills and insights on the operations of these derelict sorts. He had certainly grown more and more fearless.
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