Raezyr, Trychon and Tyrrazapon walked down the hallways toward their destination with their lightsabers tucked up their sleeves for faster access. They rounded a corner and ran into one of the blue robed guards.
"You three shouldn't be walking around. Where are you going?" he demanded.
"Right there," Trychon pointed behind the guard with his off hand. The guard was dumb enough to look.
Tyrrazapon flipped on his blade, cut the soldier in two, and turned the blade off in one easy motion. Raezyr and Trychon quickly stowed the halves in a nearby closet and shut the door, but not before absconding the man's security cards.
"These may come in handy," Raezyr said as he stuffed them into a pocket.
The three students of the Dark Side continued down the hall and into the Senator's Wing.
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