Falka walked along side of his Sith master. Part of him was back with his injured second in command and long time friend. He knew they were probably rushing Tocar to the medical facilitiees and he assumed the Human would be alright, but the two had worked together for a long time and he couldn't help be be worried.
Still, it was painfully clear that when serving under the Sith, you don't make mistakes, and Tocar's mistake had not only nearly cost Lord Raezyr his life, but could have brought the entire Black Phoenix organization to it's knees.
The Khommite's thoughts were interrupted by his dark master's voice, "Are you listening, Captain?"
"I'm sorry my lord," Falka replied. "My thoughts were on the lesson you just taught us."
"As I was saying, I want you to send a medical droid to my new quarters, which will be your first mate's old quarters, and I want a status report on the ship sent to pick up Lord Trychon and the cyborg," Raezyr ordered.
"As you command, Lord Raezyr." Falka gave a slight nod of his head and departed to carry out his orders.
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The comm beeped a short while later. The medical droid had already looked Raezyr over and redone his bacta patches, but other than some pain-killers which the Sith had refused, there wasn't much else to be done.
He picked up his comm and answered it, Falka's voice issued from the device, "Lord Raezyr, we have some bad news. It took a while to get a hold of the rescue party, and when we did, they reported that the sand storm hasn't abated yet so they were unable to land, but also there appears to be some sort of short range jamming signal in that area, so they weren't able to land or even make contact with Lord Trychon or Haley."
Raezyr fumed for a minute without answering.
"Lord Raezyr?" the Khommite's voice asked uncertainly.
Finally he spoke, "Order the team to return to base. When they get back, they are to refuel and get ready to go back."
"But sir, the storm and the jamming signal...," Falka managed to say before he was cut off.
"I will be going with them this time. Apparently if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," the Sith warrior said irritably. "Also have two fighters prepped and ready for departure. If they're jamming, they know Lord Trychon is down there and we may need the fire support."
Falka acknowledged and Raezyr switched off the comm link. He strapped on his armor and stretched a bit. His muscles were starting to stiffen up a bit from the beating they had taken in the blast. He closed his eyes and sent his thoughts to Trychon.
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I'm coming.
The words sounded clear in Trychon's head as if Raezyr were standing directly behind him. They were only two words, but it was all he needed to hear.
Trychon carried Haley's sleeping form deeper into the recesses of the cavern, hoping to find a different exit. Long before they had arrived, Trychon had felt the bounty hunters closing in on their location. He wasn't sure how they had arrived in the midst of the raging sand storm outside, but they were there, nonetheless.
He had considered making a stand where they were, but there were ten in all, and he wasn't sure he could fight that many experienced killers at once and come out alive, let alone make sure Haley was safe as well.
The Sith warrior just hoped his little brother was bringing some reinforcements.
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The small glowstick clipped to Trychon's shoulder provided just enough light so he wouldn't stumble in the pitch black. His navigation came more through sensations in the Force. Similar to the sonic navigations of a Deloevian Hawk-bat, the Sith just sensed new openings and tunnel off-shoots. Unlike the hawk-bat, the Force guided his decisions and the young warrior used that to avoid running into any dead ends.
He tried to choose the tunnels he felt were winding back to the canyon, but he quickly became so turned around that he couldn't be sure anymore.
One thing was constant though, and that was the presence of the mercenaries and bounty hunters behind him who were closing in steadily. Trychon had lost track of time in the enshrouding darkness of the old Krayt dragon lair, although he estimated at least 2 hours had passed since his brother had contacted him, and sooner, rather than later, he was going to have to make a stand whether he liked it or not.
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