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...."
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