"Ready to die, pirate?" Raezyr said mockingly. He stared at man for moment, waiting for him to speak. Raezyr could feel the fear emanating from him and basked in it like warm sunshine on a cold winter day. The pirate dropped his blaster and it clattered on the durasteel floor. "I-I-I don't get paid enough for this. I'm... I'm out," the man stammered. The third group held their fire, apparently waiting to see where this was going to go."Darth Trychon, do we have to leave any of this scum alive?" Raezyr asked loudly enough for the third group to hear. The implications of using the title were not lost on any of the pirates, and the fear in the room swelled with their realization that they were dealing with Sith, and not Jedi.
Trychon strode away from the group of mercs he had slain and spoke as he walked, his black blade humming at his side. "No Darth Raezyr," he began in an ominous tone, picking up on Raezyr's que. "Cheap mercs are a cred a dozen."
"Good." Raezyr flicked his left hand and the blue short blade sliced through the mercenary's face. The lifeless body sank to it's knees then crumpled to the side. The third group opened fire again, realizing that their only chance at survival now lay in killing the intruders.
Trychon Force leaped to the top of a stack of crates and sprinted across the top while Raezyr charged forward into the crimson bolts that streaked toward him, deflecting them as he charged.
Trychon somersaulted forward off the crates, twisting in the air and landed deftly behind the fighters as Raezyr leaped over their barricade. The three lightsabers flashed about, cleaving torsos and severing limbs. Their dying screams faded into nothing, leaving only the warning sirens and thrumming of energy blades in their wake.
Wordlessly, they moved into the corridor and found the stairs that would take them to the control room. When they reached the top, Trychon punched in the code he had embedded into their security system and waited for door to slide open. He was eager to meet the man who had given him such a battle within the station's computer system.
They burst in as the door slid back, holding their blades at the ready. A woman with perfectly kept blond hair and wearing a tight fitting black jumpsuit stood up from her chair at the main computer terminal. Cyborg implants above her left eye and in front of her right ear blinked with small red and green lights. "You're the one aren't you? I am so mad at you right now! You've made a huge mess of my computer systems," she irrately, crossing her arms across her chest. "It's going to take me days to clean it up."
"A cyborg!" Trychon said with a bit of astonishment. "No wonder... Cheat!" A grin spread across his face as he noticed her bio-interface implants on her left hand.
"Yes I am, and you're pretty good for not being a 'borg. Now are you going to kill me, or can I get back to work here?," she asked, clearly annoyed.
"Can I, Trych?" Raezyr asked with anticipation, his blades held ready to strike.
"No, we have use for her," he said walking over to her, shutting down his blade and hanging it back on his belt. She took a fearful half-step back as he reached over and took the pistol out of the holster at her side. He looked down at the weapon and flipped a switch on it's side. "I'm sorry Miss...?"
"Stargazer. Haley Stargazer."
"May I call you Haley?"
"Whatever."
"I'm sorry Haley, but I can't have you messing around in here while we're still running about the base," he said and pulled the trigger. A blue ring shot out from the end of the blaster and struck her in the chest. The stun setting on the weapon overloaded her nervous system and she fell to the floor unconscious.
Trychon tucked the weapon into his belt at the small of his back, just in case the stun setting came in handy again, then stepped over to the terminal. Haley had been correct, the system really was a mess, but since it was his mess, he found the information for which he was looking. The detention section was located in the basement, three floors down, but according to the data, no one was being held there, and no amount of searching through files revealed the location of the hostages.
"We'll need to interrogate anyone we find on the way to the detention level," Trychon stated as they raced back down the stairs and down the hall toward the lift that would take them to the basement. Thirty meters behind them, six figures came around a corner, and spotted the Sith.
Trychon and Raezyr spun, instantly sensing the new presences in the hall. They began sprinting back down the hall toward the pirates.
"Cover me!" a Khommite yelled, as he drew a vibroblade and charged toward the two Sith. The other five drew their weapons and opened fire, sending beams of energy past the near-human toward Raezyr and Trychon, who deflected them easily.
The blaster fire stopped just before the three engaged. Raezyr reached the Khommite first and the engergy blade met with the vibroblade in a clash of sparks. Trychon circled around to the other side and made his attack, but the pirate's blade seemed to parry every blow the two Sith could throw at him, and somehow he still managed to make attacks of his own.
After a furious 45 seconds, Raezyr's blade found it's mark, slicing a crippling wound into the pirates left thigh, and he dropped to his knee with an agonizing roar. Spinning around, Raezyr took up a defensive position, ready for the incoming blaster fire, as Trychon ripped the vibroweapon out of the Khommite's hands with the Force.
He grabbed the pirate by the throat with his off hand and slammed him against the wall, holding his ignited blade inches from the near-human's gray-skinned neck. "Where are the prisoners?" He growled.
The Khommite looked at him defiantly. "Why should I tell you?"
"Because if you don't I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to let my Sith brother slice your men to pieces, and believe me, he'll make do it slowly and as painfully as he can. He likes it that way," Trychon said with a menacing grin.
The pirate's eyes widened just a bit in concern. "So, Riv-ars has crossed the Sith. I knew that when he took over, he'd go too far one day. I'm just sorry I was around to see it.
"If you will spare my men, I will tell you where the hostages are," he said, setting his jaw firmly.
"I make no promises but this: Tell me where the prisoners are, and I will spare you and your men for the moment. If you lie to me, and I will know if you do, then I hunt you and your men down, and it will take days for all of you to die," Trychon snarled in his ear.
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