Trychon reached down to his belt and pulled a hand held holo-emitter, and held it out for Dreyden to see, then switched it on. He punched in a frequency, then set the emitter on the desk. Soon, an image of HK-51 appeared. Administrator Dreyden looked back and forth between the image of the droid, and the two Sith standing in front of him, afraid to look, but also afraid of what he might see.
"I'm only going to say this one time: Release our ship from impound, and do not even look twice at another ship associated with the Black Phoenix. Is this understood?" Trychon said, leaning back and crossing his arms across his chest.
The head of the Spaceport Authority suddenly became much more amenable, but he still wasn't ready to give in. "I don't know what you have planned, but it won't work. I'm the only one with the release codes to the locks on your ship, and if you kill me, you'll never get the ship, and I don't know what you have planned with that droid, but it won't work either. Jama will have me killed if I go against his wishes."
"Then you will have a choice to make, Administrator," Trychon said menacingly as he leaned back over the desk. He spoke to the droid without taking his eyes off the pudgy man behind the desk who was now sweating profusely, "HK-51, please show us what you have."
The image on the holo-emitter suddenly panned around to show a middle-aged woman and a early teen-aged boy, both on their knees, gagged and hands bound behind them. Their sobs and screams were muffled by their gags. A blaster held by a droid hand appeared in the picture, being held to their heads. "Shall I eliminate the organics now, masters?" came the droid's voice.
"Please NO!!!" Shouted Dreyden, dropping to his knees. "You can't do this! Jama will kill me!!"
"Then make your choice, Administrator," Trychon said calmly. "You must choose your life, or the lives of your family... but know this: if you choose your own life, then you will watch your family die, and then I will take you with me and you will watch everyone related to you die... parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins... you will watch each one die. Then you will die, but," Trychon paused for emphasis, "it will be the longest, most painful death you can imagine. Before you make your choice, know that anything Jama might do to you, will be child's play in comparison."
The brief moment that passed then seemed to take an eternity. Finally Dreyden spoke,"Please, I'll release your ship, just don't hurt my family."
He began typing into the computer console on his desk, glancing occasionally at the image on his desk of the droid holding a blaster on his family. Finally he switched on the comm to his assistant again. "Stephen, I've ordered the Jet Razor out of impound."
"You have, sir?" the high pitched voice on the other end said.
"Yes, and I need you to issue a memo that all vehicles registered to the Black Phoenix, or having to do with that organization are to be left strictly alone. If there is an issue, I am to be contacted before any action is taken. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mr. Dreyden."
"Also get medical staff in here as soon as my guests leave." Dreyden didn't wait to hear what the effeminate secretary had to say, but instead switched off the comm. He looked back up to the Sith, "There... I've done what you wanted, now please..."
"Wise choice, Administrator," Trychon said and leaned back. He picked up the holo-transmitter and spoke to the droid. "Release them Aitchkay, and meet us at the ship."
The droid seemed almost disappointed. "Very well, master."
The older Sith switched the device off, and slipped it back into his cloak. "I strongly suggest you leave a note to your successor to stay out of the affairs of the Sith and the Hutts."
The two Sith warriors turned, not waiting for a response and left quickly.
Once they were safely out of the offices, Raezyr looked over at his brother. "Were we really going to hunt down all his relatives?"
Trychon laughed. "Hell no! But he didn't know that. Hell, I wasn't even going to have HK kill those people. A few punches from you would have softened that fatty up in no time."
"Why didn't we just do that? It would have been much more fun," Raezyr commented, almost pouting.
"Because, my little brother, image," Trychon said, "is everything."
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