Raezyr was happy his helm was hiding that silly grin.
Man, she's gorgeous! Okay, say something Sithy...
"You are weak, and as such we should dispose of you, but you may yet be of some use to us." He paused a moment for effect before continuing.
"How familiar are you with the computers here in the academy? If you can't tell us what's going on here, then we need access to those files to determine where everyone has gone. And secondly, my partner requires sustainance. Where can he aquire some?" Raezyr demanded.
Raezyr gave a subtle squeeze to Trychon's shoulder and he raised his blade, shut it off, then returned it his utility belt.
Anya got to her feet, the cold water and her fear creating goose bumps across her exposed flesh. "I.... I only have access to the training programs and basic systems. N-Nothing else," she stammered. "Food, I can help you with, though," she ammended quickly, her confidence returning now that Trychon's blade was no longer at her throat, her death no longer imminent. "This way to the cafeteria."
She turned and strode away. Raezyr took a second to appreciate the view before following her. Not really knowing whether it would work or not, he tried communicating through the Force as Master had done with him. He concentrated on Trychon and said in his mind, "Be ready, it may be a trap."
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