"What happened to your face?" Trychon asked when he stopped by to tell Mannix goodbye.
The youth related his encounter with Raezyr and hour earlier, recalling some of the anger he felt at the time.
"Wait. Raez punched you?" The Sith asked.
"Yeah."
"Then you talked?"
"Yeah."
Trychon chuckled. "You mean he tapped you. You'd most likely be in the med-bay right now if he'd really punched you."
Mannix turned his back on Trychon. "Whatever you want to call it, it wasn't necessary." It was clear the Taxl felt he was being laughed at and didn't appreciate it.
The warrior shrugged. "What he told you was good advice. I left some homework for you as well, some exercises to enhance your Force abilities." He waited for a moment, holding out a data card containing the holo-program, but Mannix stood busying himself with some component on his fighter.
"Well, I'll leave it here for you," Trychon said, setting the card down on a tool-tray. "See you when we get back," he called over his shoulder as he walked away.
"See ya," the monk said loud enough he knew the Sith would hear him. He was a bit confused by his own emotions. On one hand, he was so excited about his "home work" assignments he'd been given, yet he was angry at the way they had treated him. Then there was fact he was being left behind and the events that had recently taken place.
For so many years his life had been uneventful, and in the last several months his own personal universe had been turned upside down, destroyed, rebuilt. The one constant was the Force, and he had fallen in love with the power that surged through him when he accessed the Dark Side.
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Raezyr tapped the blinking light on the control console of the Jet Razor and grumbled.
"You keep doing that. What's the problem?" Trychon queried. They'd left Hoth several days ago and his brother kept worrying at that light every once in a while.
"The port hyper-chronotron flux stabilizer keeps acting up. Never had a problem with it before, but ever since those gorram techs on Corellia looked over the ship, it's been out of whack," The big warrior explained.
"'Out of whack?'" the older Sith questioned. "Is that a technical term?" he asked with a grin.
Raezyr ignored his half-sibling, punching the comm button instead. "Aitchkay, have Schyrt or Reed looke at that port flux stabilizer again."
"Response: Reed states he's looked at it three times on this trip already and is unable to locate the source of the malfunction, but says he'll look again," the robotic voice crackled back over the comm speaker.
"I better go look at it myself," the armored Sith said, standing up from the pilot's seat.
"Is it really that big of a deal?" Trychon asked.
"It could be if it goes out. Traveling through hyperspace bends the normal time and spatial laws. Time and space passes differently in hyperspace than it does in real space. That flux stabilizer helps ensure that the time-space ratios stay equalized other wise we could arrive at our destination before we ever even left, or worse," the big Sith explained.
"Doesn't sound all that bad, arriving early. What could be worse?" the older Sith asked jokingly.
"How about being in hyperspace for seventy days only to find that seven years has passed, or 70 years?" Raezyr suggested.
Trychon looked at his brother for a moment, suddenly sober. "Yeah, maybe you better go look at that."
"It's probably just a faulty sensor, or so I'm hoping since Reed can't find anything wrong with it."
"Yeah... me too."
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Two days later the Jet Razor exited hyperspace in the Tatooine System. They didn't bother wasting time getting permission to land at Anchorhead. Instead, they landed straight at the Black Phoenix base.
The youth related his encounter with Raezyr and hour earlier, recalling some of the anger he felt at the time.
"Wait. Raez punched you?" The Sith asked.
"Yeah."
"Then you talked?"
"Yeah."
Trychon chuckled. "You mean he tapped you. You'd most likely be in the med-bay right now if he'd really punched you."
Mannix turned his back on Trychon. "Whatever you want to call it, it wasn't necessary." It was clear the Taxl felt he was being laughed at and didn't appreciate it.
The warrior shrugged. "What he told you was good advice. I left some homework for you as well, some exercises to enhance your Force abilities." He waited for a moment, holding out a data card containing the holo-program, but Mannix stood busying himself with some component on his fighter.
"Well, I'll leave it here for you," Trychon said, setting the card down on a tool-tray. "See you when we get back," he called over his shoulder as he walked away.
"See ya," the monk said loud enough he knew the Sith would hear him. He was a bit confused by his own emotions. On one hand, he was so excited about his "home work" assignments he'd been given, yet he was angry at the way they had treated him. Then there was fact he was being left behind and the events that had recently taken place.
For so many years his life had been uneventful, and in the last several months his own personal universe had been turned upside down, destroyed, rebuilt. The one constant was the Force, and he had fallen in love with the power that surged through him when he accessed the Dark Side.
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Raezyr tapped the blinking light on the control console of the Jet Razor and grumbled.
"You keep doing that. What's the problem?" Trychon queried. They'd left Hoth several days ago and his brother kept worrying at that light every once in a while.
"The port hyper-chronotron flux stabilizer keeps acting up. Never had a problem with it before, but ever since those gorram techs on Corellia looked over the ship, it's been out of whack," The big warrior explained.
"'Out of whack?'" the older Sith questioned. "Is that a technical term?" he asked with a grin.
Raezyr ignored his half-sibling, punching the comm button instead. "Aitchkay, have Schyrt or Reed looke at that port flux stabilizer again."
"Response: Reed states he's looked at it three times on this trip already and is unable to locate the source of the malfunction, but says he'll look again," the robotic voice crackled back over the comm speaker.
"I better go look at it myself," the armored Sith said, standing up from the pilot's seat.
"Is it really that big of a deal?" Trychon asked.
"It could be if it goes out. Traveling through hyperspace bends the normal time and spatial laws. Time and space passes differently in hyperspace than it does in real space. That flux stabilizer helps ensure that the time-space ratios stay equalized other wise we could arrive at our destination before we ever even left, or worse," the big Sith explained.
"Doesn't sound all that bad, arriving early. What could be worse?" the older Sith asked jokingly.
"How about being in hyperspace for seventy days only to find that seven years has passed, or 70 years?" Raezyr suggested.
Trychon looked at his brother for a moment, suddenly sober. "Yeah, maybe you better go look at that."
"It's probably just a faulty sensor, or so I'm hoping since Reed can't find anything wrong with it."
"Yeah... me too."
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Two days later the Jet Razor exited hyperspace in the Tatooine System. They didn't bother wasting time getting permission to land at Anchorhead. Instead, they landed straight at the Black Phoenix base.
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