"I can't see as I have a problem with that. Tell me who it is you need so I can comm over to the detention and have them get him ready," Baron Zon Vona asked.
"A Zabrak named Kolant. Dagus Kolant," Trychon replied.
The Baron's hand stopped in mid-reach for the communicator. He looked back slowly to the two 'Jedi.' "I'm sorry... who did you say it was?"
Trychon could almost hear his brother's hand creeping toward his lightsabers and he winced inside. He had thought it was going all too smoothly. "Kolant, your Lordship," he affirmed.
"I'm hanging Kolant in an hour. You are more than welcome to interrogate him in his cell, although I dare say you'll probably not get much from him. Zabrak's tend to be a bit stubborn and prideful," Zon Vona informed them.
"My Lord, I'm afraid that we need to take him back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. The fact that he will probably not be cooperative is all the more reason it's imperative we take him with us. We have equipment and other things which will aid us that we do not have access to here on Talus," the disguised older sibling explained. "The Jedi Order knows just how big of a favor we are asking of you, Baron, and we always repay the debts we owe. Your generosity and magnanimity are well known even to us. If it were a lesser man we were asking, we would be in fear of losing the vital and secret information we so desperately seek from this criminal.
"Once again, be assured that we will bring Kolant back to you when we are finished. On that, you have our word as Jedi Knights," Trychon finished. He hoped he hadn't layed it on too thick, and for a moment he thought maybe the Baron might refuse, but the benefits of the Jedi owing him a favor must have outweighed whatever Kolant's crime must have been.
"Very well, then. I can do nothing but live up to my reputation. I will comm the detention center," the Baron said, clearly taken with the flattery the Sith had provided as well.
"If it's possible, my Lord, can you issue a written order we can take to the guards? As we said, our mission is of the utmost secret and we'd rather not risk using a comm. It's why we did not comm you about our arrival either," Trychon said. He wanted to make sure they had a decent start before word spread among the commoners that Kolant wasn't going to be hanged today.
"Oh of course!" the Baron exclaimed. He pulled a stylus and sheet of flimsiplast from his desk. After a quick scrawl and embedding his holo-stamp, he handed the order to the Jedi. "Good luck, Jedi... and may the Force be with you."
The two 'Jedi' bowed and turned to leave. On their way over to the detention center, Trychon could tell that his younger brother was growing more irritated by the minute, not only dressed as, but being treated as one as well.
"Hey Raez..."
"What is it, Jedi?" the younger man replied tersely.
"Knock knock."
Raezyr rolled his eyes and said nothing.
"Knock knock," the older Sith said with a bit more insistence.
The bigger man sighed heavily. "Who is it?"
"Interrupting rancor."
"Interrupting ra-"
"RAAAAAARRRRGH!!!" Trychon interrupted, doing his best imitation of a rancor roar.
Raezyr said nothing for a moment, instead looking around at several people who had turned to look at the robed, screaming man. "Trych... not only was that the worst joke you've ever told, it was probably the most unfunny thing I've ever heard."
Trychon ignored the comment and instead spoke to himself under his breath... although loud enough for his brother to hear. "Heh... interrupting rancor... Well 'I' think it's funny."
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