Trychon slung his pack over his shoulders and approached Tyrrazapon.
"Looks like we're going to have a lot more fun on our trip," he mused.
Tyrrazapon smirked and prepared to head out.
"No doubt. That poor girl has no idea what she's getting herself into," he motioned for Trychon to move ahead. "Guess we ought to get to the Wraith and head out."
The two Sith students found their way to the entrance and disappeared through the doors. They descended the stairs and headed for the dock where Tyrrazapon had landed.
When they were aboard, they both headed for the cockpit, Tyrrazapon first. He slumped into the captain's chair and threw off his hood. For some reason he was comfortable with being more casual and relaxed around Trychon.
As he flicked switches, and toggled others, the engines began to whine and the ship lifted off, the course set for the enemy homeworld.
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