502. Manipulation of Emotion - Raezyr

Raezyr stood on the ramp of his ship which sat just outside the village. The fires they had lit were still blazing, reducing the monastery to ashes. They had gathered what few supplies they though might be useful, chief among them were several casks of the Taxl ale that had been stored, untapped. Trychon had gathered all of Violet's notes on alchemy and herbalism, and Raezyr had taken his tools from the smith shop, although he didn't really know why.

He tried to imagine what this place would look like in a few years from now, the only evidence of the Taxl monks would be their stone temple, standing like a stone at the head of grave. Turning, he walked up the ramp and activated the controls. The ramp raised with sealed shut with hiss.

Aitchkay, Trychon and Mannix were already seated in the cockpit.

"Pre-flights done, Aitch?" Raezyr asked as the droid got up from the pilot's seat. When he had moved, Raezyr sat down and began the ignition sequences.

"Affirmative, master," the droid replied. He looked about the cockpit for a moment, then took sat down in the passenger seat next to Mannix.

The ship lurched softly as the repulsors kicked in and began hovering, and Mannix began to wildly grab for any handhold. Raezyr chuckled a bit, catching the movement out of the corner of his eye. "You can strap in, if you're feeling nervous," he commented.

"Strap in?" Mannix asked.

Trychon swiveled his seat around and showed the young monk how to work the seat belts, then turned back around to the console. He was still checking the data cards he had retrieved from the crash landing to make sure that his data and programs were still in tact.

Quickly the ship rose above tree level, then began to shoot forward, skimming the tree tops. Raezyr banked around and circled the remains of the monastery so that it was easily visible from through the cockpit viewports. "You want a last look before we break atmo?" Trychon asked Mannix.

He leaned forward and glanced out for a moment, still holding on tightly to the armrests. "There's nothing here for me now."

Raezyr pulled back on the yoke and the craft shot upward. The blue sky quickly melted away into black, pinpointed by the stars. He punched a few commands into the computer and the rear view popped up on on overhead screen, showing the green moon, framed by the gas giant AltaxIV, diminishing as the distance increased. He didn't say anything, but saw the young Monk's eyes riveted to the screen.

It didn't take long to dock with the Twilight Stalker. They secured the two ships, the smaller Jet Razor piggy-backed on the other, and boarded Trychon's ship.

After their systems check showed all systems nominal, and in good working order, they plotted a course for Den Var. They needed to resupply, and both Trychon and Raezyr felt a little bit of rest and relaxation was in order.

Trychon pulled back on the hyperdrive levers and they watched as the stars elongated, and the ship slipped the bounds of realspace, punching through into the mottled blue of super luminal speed.