The stars appeared quickly in the cockpit window as the Jet Razor exited the atmosphere and Raezyr switched to the sub-light engines, throttling up to full speed to escape the gravity well of Gentes.Reaching over to a small locker, Raezyr pulled out the small wooden box he hand pilfered from Riv-ars private vault. "Check this out," he said, tossing the box over to the man in the co-pilot's chair.
Trychon studied the well lacquered, intricately carved box. The wood was unknown to him but it had gold, silver and aurodium inlaid designs. "This is pretty nice; where'd you find it?"
"Found Riv-ars private stash," Raezyr said.
Trychon opened the box and looked at the jewelry and gems inside. "Very nice. All of this should bring a nice profit, as soon as we can find a fence."
"If you like that, you'll love what else I found," Raezyr grinned, easing the hyperdrive levers backward. They watched as the stars streaked into white lines and then formed the familiar mottled blue of hyperspace.
Trychon slid into his usual seat in the lounge area as Raezyr pulled out a couple of bottles and some glasses, then set them down on the table. Trychon picked up a bottle of the ale and looked at it. "Delfa ale? Very nice. This stuff is expensive and hard to get. How much was there?"
Raezyr filled two tankards and then sat down before answering. "An entire crate. Several cases worth. I also found a crate of Corellian brandy, too," he said, indicating the other bottle he had brought to the table.
Raezyr paused a moment then raised his mug. "Victory toast?"
"To the death of Fillis Riv-ars. May his soul never find peace."
"And to a steady flow of income," Raezyr added as he touched his glass to Trychon's.
They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes, enjoying the carbonated, amber liquid and relishing in it's refreshing bitterness.
When they finished the ale, Raezyr picked up the bottle of the brandy and poured a little into each of their mugs before Trychon finally broke the silence. "Speaking of income, I found a bit of information that we may find useful when I was digging through the data I stole from the Republic cruiser."
"What's that?" Raezyr asked, taking a sip of the brandy. He sighed contentedly as the liquor burned slightly going down his throat.
"I found the location of a Republic aurodium storage facility. It even had a technical readout for the base where it's located." He grinned as he took as sip from his glass. "You know, this brandy is good, but I think I prefer ale."
"Do you even have any idea what you're proposing?" Raezyr asked incredulously, ignoring the last comment. "I don't even have to look at it to know that the place has to be nearly impenetrable. It'd take an army to get past their security."
"I know. I was just throwing it out there. But can you imagine? With that kind of haul we could buy a capital ship of our own." They both laughed at that, and then spent a few minutes day dreaming about what they could do if creds were no object.
After a while, the discussion turned to their most pressing dilemma: Darth Vikon and the Taxl monks. They had defied the order of a Sith Lord, and even though he wasn't their master, they knew there might be consequences, but felt that together they could handle whatever may come of it.
Fatigue, weariness and alcohol overcame them shortly as they finished a second ale. The toll exerted on their minds and bodies from pushing their Force abilities to their limits was finally winning out over the artificial stims that had been keeping them going, and they decided to get some rest. Hoth was a mere 20 hours away.
Raezyr crawled into his bunk and was alseep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Almost as quickly, a dark figure he recognized as Darth Vikon formed in his dreams. Through their bond, he could sense Trychon was experiencing it as well.
"Now that you are finished playing, we need to discuss some things, APPRENTICES!"
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