Trychon caught up to Raezyr as he got behind some cover to catch his breath for a second and to reassess their situation. He took a cursory look at his armor for assessment, and was pleased with the lack of new scarring. Then he turned to Trychon, who had settled down next to him. "Done playing around now?"
"For the moment. I don't know who he is... but he's probably my equal if not better. Doesn't matter though. I left a nasty bug in there that will get everything going haywire. Should keep him busy for a while... and all of the doors should stay open in the meantime." Trychon got up and glanced over the top of the overturned worktable they were using as a shield. He was greeted by an incoming blaster bolt that nearly singed his short cropped hair. "Still feisty..."
"Time to fix that..." Raezyr said as he force jumped out from their haven and leapt sideways towards a small alcove along the wall that would provide him some very temporary cover. As he flew through the air, he could see three small groups of roughly half a dozen pirates each gathered around an exit to the hanger. Two of them managed to snap off shots quickly enough at him that they were within his reach to redirect even though neither would have touched him. As he landed, he watched as he sent one man diving for safety. The other bolt struck a wall. Damn. He thought.
Trychon closed his eyes and pictured his surroundings from his brief glimpse moments prior, aided by his and Raezyr's feelings through the force. Feeling the attention firmly on Raezyr, who had certainly been the battle's focal point thus far, he reached out and focused on the table between himself and the blazing guns. He lifted it through the force and began to move it forward in the direction of the group closest to Raezyr, adding as much power as he could behind it. When he felt the momentum reach near the peak of what he felt capable of giving it at that moment, he released it and allowed its mass to carry it into and through the small blockade the men had set up in between them. The inertia carried the makeshift missile through the blockade and into the legs and torsos of three of the men, who found themselves pinned against the wall very briefly. As the table rebounded off of them and ultimately fell a meter away again, they fell to the ground screaming in pain from limbs unable to support their weight.
Trychon watched as they flailed to the ground. He ignited his lightsaber and began walking towards them. He deflected a few bolts, but their fire seemed to become more hesitant as fear welled up in them. He sent a few more of the bolts back in the direction of the shooters, but he had not acquired Raezyr's accuracy yet. He saw one blaster explode from a direct hit and smiled. Having closed nearly half the distance, he looked at the table again. No longer needing fine control of direction, he gestured towards it with his right hand and sent it flying back into the previously injured pirates, whose cries stopped immediately.
Raezyr used the opportunity to force leap his way over the first group that Trychon was now advancing towards. In the back of his mind, he was both smiling and frowning at their enemies' lack of discipline. Amusing as it was, it didn't bode well for Trychon's plan to use these men in the future. He hoped that they were merely caught more than a little off guard by the Sith tactics. He put the thoughts out of his mind entirely as he landed gracefully in an open spot on the hangar floor. His position placed him between the first two groups, but Trychon had the first one nearly taken care of... and the third one was now unable to fire at him without hitting the backs of their own men.
He gathered up the force around himself and propelled himself forward with speed he was sure the pirates weren't ready for. Not one shot they sent his way was even close enough to note, but he labeled the men one through five. In an instant, he found himself between the first two men of the five in that group. His sabers having already found their way through those unfortunate two, he took another step to the center of the small circle and then to one side as he spun down on one knee and cut the legs out from under his third target. He nearly brought his other blade down to silence the man's screams, but instead let them ring for all to hear. The pain emanated a small wave of dark side energy that refreshed him slightly anyway.
He pushed off the floor and towards his fourth target, lashing out with his left leg and connecting solidly with the man's chest. The man fell back into the wall behind him, as Raezyr had left the attack unaided by the force. Instead, he spun and brought up his long blade in a vertical swipe that reached from the ground and straight up the middle of the disabled attacker.
Feeling Trychon dispatching his last foes, Raezyr turned to face number five.
No comments:
Post a Comment