Raezyr watched as the man convulsed in Trychon's grip, the smell of ionization and cooked flesh filled the air. Arcs of electricity danced over the guard's body as Raezyr moved to the blue-skinned Twi'lek female.
Teera was cradling Kord's lifeless body, and glanced up at Raezyr. "He was captured because of me. I was wounded, and he wouldn't go with the others," she weeped, tears streaming down her face.
Serves him right, Raezyr thought to himself as he picked her up in his arms. Her tortured and abused body was in no condition to allow Teera to escape on her own, and she passed out, her arms locked around Raezyr's neck as if he might let go.
He glanced back in cell from which they had all emerged, and saw a man struggling to get off the floor. Raezyr recognized him as one of Dengar's men, but he couldn't recall if he had ever heard his name. "Hey. You. If you're coming, then you better get to your feet. I'm not carrying you too."
The man finally got to his feet and started following Raezyr as he headed toward the exit. They stopped next to Trychon who still held the pirate aloft, sparks crackling all around the charred and smoking carcass. "Trych... TRYCH!" Raezyr shouted, finally breaking through to him. "He's dead, man. Save some of that for Riv-ars."
He dropped the smoking hulk to the floor and turned to Raezyr. "Do you smell that?" he asked, with crazed look in his eyes.
"You mean the electricty and burnt flesh? Yeah, I smell it," Raezyr answered, wrinkling his nose under his helmet at the acrid smell.
"Smells like...," Trychon paused and inhaled deeply through his nose, closing his eyes as he did so. He opened them again and smiled serenely. "Smells like revenge," he said dreamily, then stepped through the hole in the door and out into the hallway.
Raezyr watched him go for a second, then shrugged his shoulders and followed his older brother.
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