When they were all in position and things were pretty much ready to go, Trychon felt the green light come from Raezyr.
Try not to mess up my shiny new Captain's chair. He thought to Tyrrazapon, before striking down the two men he was with. He ran into one more person on his way back to the bridge. Killing these simple people was becoming almost too easy.
They all met up in the bridge. Trychon sat himself down in the Captain's chair. "All too easy..." he commented and closed his eyes, enjoying the thoughts of what he could do with a ship like this.
"So then... off to Ottega?" Anya asked Raezyr.
"No. I want to take care of that arrogant prick Iago. Teach him a lesson he'll never have the benefit to learn from." Tyrrazapon interjected.
"Trych?" Raezyr turned to Trychon.
"I agree. Better not to leave behind potential enemies... unless they can some other purpose for you."
Raezyr seemed to agree immediately. "Ok... here's what we do then. 'That arrogant prick' was right about one thing. As long as we're on separate ships, our advantage is much less. I'm sure this ship could probably take theirs if we handled it properly, but there's no guarantee he doesn't have another trick up his sleeve or that he doesn't duck and run. I say we follow through as though nothing has happened. Let them board us and take it from there."
Trychon was fiddling with some of the controls on his chair. "Plus, their reaction could be fun anyway."
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Hours later, Sand Iago had his ship maneuvering in for the grab. Everything was going better than planned. He'd have to downplay the newcomers' part in the execution of his plan. This had to remain HIS victory.
He had his men stationed and ready for the command.
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Raezyr stood by the bulkhead facing directly at the hatch, as it was getting ready to be breached for the second time in a short period. Trychon was next to him... but was leaning nonchalantly against the same bulkhead. Anya and Tyrrazapon were against the walls opposite them... hidden from view, but ready to turn around the corner when needed.
The hatch slid open and random blaster cover fire came in for just a second before the raiders decided something was wrong. Four of them came through, two by two, rifles still at the ready, staring inquisitively at the two men calmly standing there.
Trychon put his hands together and made them into a mock pistol, pointing it at the men in front of them. He mimed out the recoil, as he pretended to shoot at them... "Psoo! Psoo!"
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