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.
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