The two slipped silently down the hall, unlit lightsaber hilts in their hands. Concealing their presence was almost like standing behind a two-way mirror. They could receive sensations from outside, but they couldn't actively use the Force, or it would essentially be like turning on the illumination strips from behind the mirror, allowing those on the other side to see you.
Luckily for them, the person seemed to be channeling the Force, making their location quite obvious for them to locate with out having to stretch out their own feelings. They were surprised, however that the person hadn't reacted at all when they had first sensed it, making them wonder just how experienced this person could be.
They finally reached the room where the person was, and took up positions on each side of the door. Using hand signals, they communicated their plans, then activated the control switch.
The door slid open and they stepped into the room, ready for anything.
The young man was fast asleep.
Raezyr and Trychon relaxed a little, as he figure stretched out on the cot didn't even stir. The two brothers looked at each other, and Trychon shrugged.
The youth looked to be a few years younger than either Trychon or Raezyr with dark hair. He was still fully dressed wearing some old, mismatched armor with a tattered black robe with a few strange symbols embroidered onto it. He was tossing and turning as if dreaming.
Raezyr kicked the cot hard. The bed slid sideways and the youth fell and to the floor. "Who? What... Massif..." he sputtered as sat up. "Where... where am I?"
He looked around, seeing a man in black fatigues leaning against the wall, grinning and twirling a lightsaber hilt in his fingers, while another man, clad head to toe in blue and black armor, arms crossed across his breastplate, lightsaber hilts gripped in his fists stood over him.
Not knowing what else to do, the kid jumped to his feet and reached inside his robes and drew out a black lightsaber hilt, igniting it as he did.
Instantly Raezyr and Trychon took up defensive stances, igniting their own blades. "You don't want to do this, kid. We just want to know what you're doing here," Trychon said, drawing on the Dark Side and trying to sense the youth's reactions. The kid was clearly scared out of his mind, but there was also an underlying stubbornness he was sensing.
"I'm not a 'kid,'" the kid said. "I'm Darth Vain, a powerful Sith. You can't talk to me like that!"
"Fine. Darth Vain," Trychon said, rolling his eyes. "You don't have to do this. It's only going to end badly."
The kid kept shifting his stance nervously, unsure of where to focus his lightsaber, but one thing was for sure, he didn't like the way Trychon was trying to reason with him.
Raezyr was growing tired, and realized Trychon wasn't going to be able to persuade the kid to listen. "Drop the lightsaber now, or you lose the hand that holds it!" Raezyr demanded.
Trychon winced, knowing what the kids reaction would be, but also realized that unless that the kid was not going to back down, and he knew they couldn't back down and give this Vain kid the upper hand.
Screaming in outrage, the kid lunged at Raezyr, who deftly blocked the attack and easily spun backward toward the door. Trychon backed out as well, knowing that in the hall, they would have more room and be able to flank the kid, gaining even more of an advantage than they already had.
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