Raezyr stood outside the door and stretched out with his feelings for a moment, making sure there was no one immediately on the other side. The door slid open silently and he stepped in to a kitchen-dining area. There were a few empty tables in the middle of the room with four chairs surrounding each. Cabinets and counters lined the walls along with a sink and two refrigeration units.
He moved quickly across the room and peered down the hallway. There were two doors along the right side and at the end he could see a large room open up. There appeared to be multiple gaming devices such as a billiard table, a dart board, as well as several couches surrounding a holo screen.
A dozen men and women dressed in black flight suits seemed to be gathered around a couple of computer terminals and talking in hushed tones. Raezyr supposed that they were probably trying to figure out what all the alarms were about. Luckily for him, the terminals were on the far wall and they had their backs to the hallway.
Slipping into the corridor he took a few steps to the men's locker room and went in. He looked around quietly for a few minutes, before finding a suitable change of clothes. He stripped down and shoved his bloody and torn fatigues down to the bottom of a laundry hamper before slipping into a black flightsuit matching those worn by the pilots out in the lounge area.
There were also several flight helmets sitting on top of the lockers, and after the third try, he found one that fit and slipped it on. He walked over to the showers and entered one of the stalls, then sat down and waited.
Raezyr began to meditate, letting the Force fill him, and focusing his rage and letting the power flow through his being. He could feel the energy like electricity running through him, looking for an outlet.
Suddenly the klaxon sirens sounded and he felt the consciousness out in the lounge become suddenly alert. Several of the pilots came running into the locker area and he heard the sounds of lockers opening and closing.
"Where's my fraggin' helmet?" Raezyr heard a voice say. "Just go, I'll find it and be right behind you."
Raezyr heard footsteps leaving, then more explicatives as lockers were opened and slammed shut. Stepping out of the shower stall he saw a pilot frantically searching through lockers.
Raezyr walked up behind him and held out the helmet in his left hand. "Looking for this?"
The man jerked around in surprise. He opened his mouth to say something and Raezyr hit him in the chest. When he did he released all of the energy he had built up, concentrating all of it into the end of his fist. He felt the man's chest cavity buckle and watched as the pilot's body flew backward, slamming into the wall and crumpling to the floor.
Raezyr walked over to the man and grabbed his hair. Blood was trickling from his mouth and his breathing was ragged. His eyes rolled around before focusing on the Sith standing in front of him. "What's the tail number of your craft?" Raezyr asked.
"No," the man breathed. Raezyr could hear gurgling noises as the man struggled for air.
He pressed his hand roughly against the pilot's chest and he attempted a scream. Raezyr could feel the fear and pain emanating from the man and he let it flow into him, feeding Force still raging inside of him.
"The tail number. You can end this by giving me the tail number."
"DB50," the pilot said, struggling to get out the words.
Raezyr straightened up and put on the helmet, then lowered the darkened visor.
"Please," the man on the floor wheezed, and reached pleadingly toward Raezyr.
He lashed out with his boot and caught the pilot in the temple, knocking him out cold. He'd be dead soon enough.
Raezyr jogged out of the locker room, through the lounge and exited the door on the other side of the room into a long hallway. Following the schematics that Trychon had showed him he trotted quickly down the long corridor toward the flight deck.
As he got close he could hear the engines of the starfighters winding up even before the last door slid open. The hangar was full of Aurek A-wings, but the one with DB50 painted on the side was an S-250. He strode to it, double checking to make sure his helmet was securely fastened and the visor covered as much of his face as possible.
An astro tech by the ship waved his arm, motioning him to hurry. Raezyr picked up his pace and the tech spoke to him as he approached. "What took you so long? I started your pre-flight..."
He trailed off as he took a second look at Raezyr. "Wait! You're not..."
Raezyr didn't wait for him to finish before striking the man in the throat, crushing his larynx. The tech dropped to his knees clutching his neck with both hands and struggling for breath.
He climbed the ladder and slid into the cockpit. He took just a moment to orient himself with the ships controls before punching up the engines and engaging the repulsor lifts.
The comm in Raezyr's helmet crackled to life. "Falcon Leader this is control. You're late, so you'll have to launch last."
"Copy," was all he said in return, doing his best imitation of the pilot in the locker room. He hoped they wouldn't be able to tell the difference from the one word reply. When he heard nothing in return, he assumed it must have been close enough to pass.
Finally the last of the A-wings began leaving the hangar and he was notified that he was clear for takeoff. He angled the ship around and began his exit from the Unity.
Suddenly a voice came over his comm again. "Falcon Leader, or whoever you are, this is control. You are ordered to return to the Unity." Apparently the astro tech had recovered and alerted someone. Raezyr grinned as he thought about the next part of his plan.
Just before he exited, Raezyr maneuvered his starfighter around to face the Republic cruiser and the open hangar bay. He flipped his weapons selector to the concussion missles and launched two of them into the hangar then spun back around has he did so and punched the throttle to maximum.
He didn't stick around to survey the damage caused, but he knew it'd be significant enough to put the Hammerhead out of commission for quite some time. Now their main concern was the eleven Republic A-wings currently chasing down the escaping pirate ship.
He switched his comm frequency over to the Rancor's channel. "We don't have to worry about that cruiser for now," Raezyr said into the comm. "I'm going to patch you into these fighter's comm channel so you can listen in."
"Glad you made it," Dianna's voice came back. "Now get up here and get these fighters off us!"
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