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.
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