Raezyr followed Trychon through the business offices of the Anchorhead Spaceport Authority, their cloaks billowing behind them as they strode purposefully toward the Administrator's office.
Trychon threw back the swinging double doors to the Administrator's reception area, and an effeminate looking man who was apparently a receptionist or secretary jumped to his feet. "Um, excuse me sirs, but may I help you?" He asked with condescending lisp.
The two Sith ignored the question and instead strode toward the door to the Administrator's office.
The man stood there with a smug grin on his face as Trychon and Raezyr noted the lock on the door, barring them from going any further. "You can't go in there without an appointment," the man said, his high-pitched haughty voice grating on the brothers nerves.
Trychon never even looked at the man, but stared straight at the door as if expecting it to open. Raezyr, on the other hand, turned and walked toward the waifish figure whose condescending glare quickly turned to one of panic-stricken horror. He tried to scramble backward, but nearly fell over his chair, just as Raezyr's hand reached out and grabbed him by the shirt front.
The big Sith then clapped his hand on the back of the secretary's neck and marched the man over to the door, forcibly bending him down so his face was inches from the door controls.
By this time, the administrative assistant was sobbing uncontrollably, but he knew exactly what was expected of him, and he punched the code into the keypad. Instantly the doors slid apart with a whoosh.
Raezyr shoved the small man back toward his desk as they strode in to the lavish Administrator's office. The last thing they heard before the doors close was the secretary calling for security.
As they strode across the plushly carpeted and nicely cooled room to stand in front of the desk, the Administrator never bothered to look up from the holo-call he was on, but instead said, "Jake, I need to put you on hold, I have a minor detail to take care of," and then pushed the hold button on his desk-top holo emitter.
He calmly looked up at the two Sith standing before him. "I don't believe you have an appointment. Stephen," the administrator called into a comm on the desk.
Instantly the sobbing voice of the secretary responded, "Yes Administrator Dreyden?"
"Please contact security and have them escort these gentlemen out of my office."
"They're already on their way, sir."
"Very good... Now, back to you two. In the short time you have before you're hauled out, why don't you explain exactly what you want," Dreyden said.
"You impounded our ship on the orders of Jama the Hutt. You will release it," Trychon said with a wave of his hand. Raezyr felt his younger brother exert the Dark Side, and for a second, he thought it might be just that easy.
Dreyden's expression changed for a brief moment, but then returned to a look that said "amused but annoyed."
[i]Told you that never works,[/i] Raezyr thought to his brother.
[i]Shut up, Raez,[/i] Trychon thought back.
"I'm sorry, but I impound ships all the time, and for many reasons. I have no idea which ship yours would be, and I'm far too busy to figure it out. Now if you would just follow the proper..."
Trychon interrupted the chubby, balding man, "Jog his memory, Darth Raezyr."
In a flash, Raezyr slammed his fist down onto the desk-top holo-emitter, sending pieces flying as the remnants sparked and fizzled on the desk. Dreyden looked down at the mess. "Oh..... [i]that[/i] ship."
He looked back up at the Sith, the amused look gone, but still clearly annoyed. "You'll not get what you want this way."
Before either Sith could reply, two men came through the office door with stun batons and strode toward Trychon and Raezyr. "Oh good. Get these men out of here," the administrator called.
Trychon put his fists down on the desk and leaned menacingly toward Dreyden. "Wrong response," the Sith whispered fiercely, staring into the pudgy man's eyes.
Raezyr spun and flung his arms out toward the two security guards. He could feel extra power that his brother was supplying through their Force bond, and he expelled it outward in two directions.
The security guards flew backward into the wall as if thrown by an explosion. The dull thuds and crackling sound as the men hit the stone walls hinted at the brutality of the collision. Neither men made a sound, or even a movement.
Raezyr turned back to Dreyden.
The horrified look on the administrator's face showed that he now understood what he was dealing with. "Adminstrator, now that we have your attention, there's something you may want to see," Trychon said.
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