Trychon sat down alone in the large exercise chamber with the pyramidal holocrons set in front of him. One by one he probed them with the Force. As his brother had noticed, some felt cold and dead, while others radiated energy, although he was unable to access them either.
On the 4th one, the room quickly filled with an ominous presence. Trychon could see nothing but a shadowy figure, as if someone were standing in a thick fog. The voice echoed as well, as if from a distance. "You are one who is worthy. To you alone, shall I impart the darkest, most powerful secrets I have learned."
"Who are you, my Lord?" Trychon asked the figure. "When did you live?"
"Names are meaningless, time is relative. The power of the Dark Side is all that matters," the voice in the fog instructed. "I shall teach you all that I learned, and with that knowledge you will rule the Galaxy."
Trychon felt giddy. This was what he had been hoping for. He'd been excited to complete his lightsaber, but hand to hand combat was more Raezyr's forte. Unlocking the secrets of the dark side of the Force and becoming as powerful as one could was what interested him. Trychon spent the rest of the day, drinking in the new knowledge.
The following day, Trychon wanted to go back and access that mysterious holocron again, but his brother talked him into learning his new weapon. Two hours went by when suddenly the communications panel on the wall started beeping.
Trychon kept practicing what he had learned so far while the younger Sith answered. "Raezyr here."
"My Lord, you asked to be notified when the Nefarion Wraith arrived in system," said the voice on the speaker.
"How far out are they, Schyrt?"
"Approximately two hours, my Lord."
"Make ready the ventral docking hatch on the Stalker and maintain radio silence unless absolutely necessary. We don't need to attract the attention of the Corellian Security Force," the big Sith said before turning around to his brother.
"I guess that's it for now. Anya and Tyr will be here shortly. Should give us just enough time to sani-steam up grab an ale," Raezyr said, picking up a towel and wiping some sweat.
"It's different that I thought it would be, but I like it," Trychon commented.
"It shows. You're picking up on it pretty quickly," the younger brother said.
"Just remember, the wielder of a double bladed lightsaber has the advantage over someone using a single blade. You'll be able to hold your own against most single blade users who are twice as good as you. It's why the Jedi will rarely ever try to take you one-on-one with it. They aren't glory hounds. They'll wait until they have the advantage of numbers if they have that luxury. Make sure you don't provide them with it."
Trychon nodded and tucked away his weapon.
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The Nefarion Wraith exited hyperspace in the Corellian System and almost immediately a blip appeared on their scope, beckoning to them. "There they are," Anya said, pointing to it. "Way out on the edge of the scope."
"It'll take us a couple of hours to get there at least," Tyr informed her. "They're quite a long way out."
"Good, it'll give us time to get cleaned up," Anya commented, getting up from the co-pilot's chair.
"I've been thinking," she continued. "Trychon won't care when you take over. His nose is always stuck to his data pad and he may not even notice, but I'm worried about Raez. He won't like taking a back seat to your experience and leadership abilities."
"True," Tyr said, following the blond back toward the living quarters of the ship. "We'll just have to deal with that when the time comes, I guess."
"I suppose," Anya said. "You know, it's just too bad that we can't distract him with something. You're a guy... what can no guy resist, that will take up most of his attention and make him less likely to notice other things? Is there even anything like that?"
Tyr laughed. "I'd think you'd know the answer to that better than anyone."
Suddenly an idea occurred to him. "Say, how about you lure him in and wrap him around your finger. Get him so hot and heavy that he doesn't notice anything else?"
"That's a great idea, Tyr baby," Anya said and kissed him. "As long as you don't mind, of course."
"A Sith has to do what a Sith has to do. Besides, I know who you really belong to," Tyr said.
I highly doubt you do, Anya thought to herself. Now, if only Raez is as easy to control as you, my dear. Anya grinned as Tyr closed the refresher door behind him.
"That means they can't know about us, though," Tyr called from the sani-steam shower.
"Of course, my love," Anya said sweetly. Inwardly, she rolled her eyes.
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