There were two guards standing at the entrance to the wing when they arrived.
"Halt," one of the soldiers said casually. "Where are you maintanence guys going?"
"There's a problem with a couple of the heating units in one of the Senator's office," Tyrrazapon said.
"Which one?" the guard asked.
"Oh, I can't remember the species. Weird looking one... woking late tonight and wants it fixed. Said he doesn't give a damn about the lock down," Tyrrazapon explained.
"Ha! 'Weird looking one' he says. You just described half the damn galaxy. Do you mean the Green Planet ones?" the guard inquired.
"Yeah, that's the ones. Children of the Green Planet," Tyrrazapon confirmed. "What a dumb name for a species, hunh?" he chuckled.
"You can say that again," said the other guard, clearly at ease now. "You guys are gonna have to wait a minute while we confirm your work order."
He barely had the words out of his mouth when Raezyr snapped on both of his blades and cut them down simultaneously. He sliced one across the chest and the other through the helmet.
They took the security cards and opened the doors to the nearest offices. Raezyr quickly donned the good robe and helm.
"Now we'll get fewer questions, although the guards seemed to have thinned out alot. Must be Master's doing, I guess. He said he'd take care of them," Raezyr commented as they began to walk down the hall in the wing.
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