Anya met up with the other Sith at their booth, sitting next to Tyr and ordering herself a strong local whiskey. Trychon seemed to think that was also a decent idea, and ordered himself a whiskey as well.
Tyr laughed. "Trych, if there's something that looks odder than a man sipping ale through a straw and a helmet, it's a man sipping shots through a straw and a helmet."
Trychon mumbled something about not caring. Without any prodding necessary, Anya quietly went into some detail about her vengeance. She was still near shaking from the mixture of excitement and absolute anger. More than anything else, she was furious about the 'lame excuses'. The others picked up on some mild doubt when she continually said it, but they all agreed she did a good job and they needed to be on their way. Trychon was the most emphatic.
They walked as a group through the streets, pointing and gawking at the various neon signs intent on looking like a bunch of tourists. Even as late as it was, the sky had no visible stars due to the massive amounts of lighting as they passed through the entertainment district.
Something on the other side of the street seemed to catch Raezyr's attention. Before they realized it, all four were crossing over to investigate what seemed to be an unusually large crowd. As they neared, they saw a pink skinned alien clearing her way through the crowd, with the help of what looked like paid muscle.
"Hey, I think I know her!" Raezyr told the others, louder than necessary as he picked up his pace to close the distance.
Recognition dawned on Trychon as well as he remembered why they recognized the Zeltron. He turned back to Tyr quickly as he kept up with Raezyr. Get to the ship and start prepping for take off. We may need to make a hasty exit. Tyr looked at him disappointed, but Anya seemed to catch her wits slightly quicker. She grabbed him by the arm and headed off at a run towards the docking bay.
Trychon caught up to his brother, who seemed to be in a near daze. "Raez... we don't know this woman."
"Don't be silly, Trych. I know I have to figure this out." Raezyr continued on his course.
RAEZYR! We DO NOT know this woman!
The mental thought came with images from their trip inside the base of Jama the Hutt... the last time they nearly fell to Lexa's pheromones. It was enough to get his attention, and he stopped in his tracks.
"You are right, of course. Let's get on our way."
The alien was already turning to face them though, and with a look on her face as though she was smelling for something. She made eye contact with Raezyr. "I know you."
He shook his head thoroughly. "Nope. Not possible... I was just informed."
Trychon hit him in the shoulder.
"Yes, I remember you both. You know, Jama put a rather large bounty on your heads. I could retire if I brought you in. Not that I would, mind you."
Trychon began to pull Raezyr to turn and leave as he denied it. "No, see... we've never been to Tatooine."
Raezyr punched him in the arm. Lexa pulled out a rather large sword and pointed it at Trychon. "I never mentioned Tatooine."
Raezyr instantly had his lightsabers out and was batting away the business end of Lexa's weapon. "I think this little chat is over."
Trychon ignited the black end of his blade. "Shame, too... it was going so well.
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