Having set down dozens of kilometers away from their target, the Sith waited in brief meditation, concentrating on their bond. This would be their first real test since the revelation that they were in fact half-brothers. The seemingly inexplicable bond made all too much sense now, and while it had served them to a strong advantage in the past, they were determined to make the most of it for the upcoming excursion.
They could feel their awareness of the limited surroundings become more resolute and defined. The life forces in the surrounding forest clearing seemed to slow down as well as the sensors tracking the incoming ships, which suddenly attracted Raezyr's attention. He opened his eyes and let the trance fall away from him as he looked to the chronometer.
He looked to Trychon, whose eyes remained calmly shut. Trychon nodded, and Raezyr opened the channel back up to Taggart and Dengar. "Kingsman one... fighters inbound."
Taggart's voice came back as Trychon finally opened his eyes. "We're not seeing them from..." then the transmission was filled with the quiet beeps from the fighter's sensor board. "Correction. I show four fighters emerging from the target. Make that six."
"Copy." Trychon said. "Don't take them out too quickly."
Taggart responded with the confidence necessary for an ace pilot, although Trychon had a feeling the pilot wasn't very sure of the firepower of the Stalker. It didn't matter though. He'd see what Trychon or Huck deemed necessary for victory... but not a joule more. Taggart's own knowledge of the vessel was rather immaterial, but the less was known as a whole the better.
"Whenever you think is best..." Trychon turned to Raezyr.
"We'll let them take out half the opposition. If they don't send up another flight by then, they're not likely to at all." Was the other Sith's response, as he began preparations to take off whenever that moment came.
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