Raezyr followed his brother, still carrying Teera in his arms. He was worried about Trychon. His old master had warned him that using Force abilities beyond your control could sometimes drain the user physically and mentally, leaving them incapacitated, and while Trychon was clearly not incapacitated, his little spell may just be the first signs of something yet to come. He decided he would keep a close eye on his fellow Sith, just in case the stimulants weren't enough to compensate.
They hurried quickly toward the landing bay and arrived just as the hangar bay doors opened again. The shape of Trychon's large vessel filled the opening, and barely squeezed through before setting down on the deck.
Raezyr carried the twi'lek woman up the loading ramp followed by Dengar's mercenary and they made their way to the small medical bay. Once the two hostages were securely in the medical bunks, Raezyr gave instructions to the on-board medical droid and made his way to the cockpit where Trychon was making slight adjustments to the settings.
He studied Trychon for a moment, who was looking a bit weary. "Are you sure you're up to continuing this? Because if you're not, I can handle the rest by myself."
The strain of expending that much energy had taken it's toll and was showing on his face, but the set of his jaw and look in his eyes spoke to Raezyr more than words. "I'm going to see this thing out."
They exited the ship and watched as the massive bulk of the Twilight Stalker lifted off and made it's way skyward again. The doors began to close again as Trychon punched something into his data pad. "I've uploaded the building schematics into the Stalker's computers. Everything should be set. All we have to do is find Fillis Riv-ars."
They made their way through the base to the room that the layouts had identified as Riv-ars office. Trychon overrode the security lockouts and they entered the room, lightsabers at the ready.
A man who could only be Fillis Riv-ars was sitting in a large chair behind the desk, and an extremely large man with a bald head was standing just to his right. Both men held blasters leveled at the two Sith as they entered.
"Who are you, and what exactly do you want?" Riv-ars asked them in an annoyed tone of voice. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Trychon took a few steps forward and Raezyr slid to the left to divide their targets. "You have crossed those that are loyal to us, therefore you have crossed us. We are here to show you what happens when you cross the Sith," Trychon said.
The big man looked over at Riv-ars in surpirse, only to see the pirate himself a bit shaken. "Sith? But I thought the Sith were gone... Look, what ever I did, I'm sorry. I didn't know. Whatever you want, just take it and go, and be assured that it will never happen again," he said quickly.
"I'm glad you feel that way, because what I want is your life." Trychon raised his blade to swing when Riv-ars suddenly mashed a button on the control panel on his desk and then dissappeared, sliding down under the desk.
The big man lifted his blaster toward Trychon, but Raezyr leaped forward, slicing the weapon in half, taking the brute's trigger finger in the process. He screamed in pain, dropping to his knees and Raezyr slammed the hilt of his other lightsaber into the man's temple. He slumped to the floor unconscious.
Trychon somersaulted over the desk and spun, peering down, only to see an escape hatch open on the floor. Without hesitation, he dropped into the hole in the floor followed closely by Raezyr.
They found themselves hurtling down a slide which twisted a few times before opening up into a small private hangar. Hitting the floor, they rolled to a crouching position in case Riv-ars tried to attack, but they needn't have bothered. The small hangar doors were opening just as the cowardly pirate was pulling the canopy of a small starfighter closed behind him.
Raezyr tried to rush the craft, but Riv-ars powered up the laser cannons and began to fire at the two men on the ground as the ship began to lift off. They dove out of the way as the lasers drilled holes in durasteel deck and walls around them, then ship was gone, speeding it's way across the Gentes sky.
Raezyr keyed up his helmet comm. "Aitchkay, don't let that ship get away!" He yelled into the microphone.
"I'm on it, Master," came the droids mechanical voice as the Jet Razor entered they frame of sky they could see from inside the hangar, quickly gaining on the small fighter.
Crimson laser beams shot out from the cannons of the pursuing ship and smoke began to trail from Riv-ars fighter. The fleeing ship began losing altitude then augered into a hillside a handful of kilometers in the distance in a brilliant fireball.
"Nice shot, Huck," Trychon said flatly into his comm. "Now return and land in the main hangar. We'll meet you there in a little while."
"I just wish one of us could have run a saber through his body, so we could have seen his expression as he died," Raezyr commented, watching the fire burning on the distant hillside.
"Me too, brother... Me too."
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