December 14, 2008

29. Sith Academy - Trychon

Trychon and Raezyr walked down the hall to find the room that Anya had described. Trychon was looking forward to getting a chance to find out more about this Raezyr character. He seemed to blow up at times, and while a part of him felted shocked... it seemed that the room felt more... welcome to them when he did. What am I talking about? Rooms? Feelings? This is all crazy. Why would I feel more welcome in a strange place when my companion is being a jerk?"

In any case... that was twice that his odd friend had affected his surroundings. He had thought things had happened because of his thoughts randomly in the past, but had chalked it up to an active imagination from being alone too much. Yet, he FELT Raezyr do it... he was sure he could figure it out too... if his friend would share.

He stopped, realizing that Raezyr was looking at him. They'd arrived and he was lost in his mind.

"Well?" Raezyr asked him.

"Hang on." Trychon looked over one of the computers. He wasn't familiar with it at all... yet it felt familiar. After toying with buttons for a minute, he pulled out his 'lucky charm' from around his neck. "Yes..." he said as he held it over the controls. A few markings showed up on the surface of the rock as he held it over the keys on the computer. He still didn't understand, yet he knew what to do.

He started tapping keys rapidly and the large viewscreen lit up and showed his progress for him and Raezyr.

"Here. It's hard to actually get into a list of where to find members of this... place. However, everyone has their own personal file for their own keeping of files and data. They keep track of their own moves there, so that the keepers of the establishment can look them up in an emergency... I think. It wasn't easy, but I managed to slice into a mid-level file."

"I don't believe you did it. Excellent.' Raezyr commented. "Can you route any of this to my ship? I'm ready to get out of this forsaken place. These are all the answers we're going to get for now."

Trychon pulled a chip out of a pocket in his pants and continued to work.

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