The hot wind whipped up underneath Raezyr's helmet as he and his brother sped across the sun-baked desert on their respective swoop bikes, skirting the edge of the Jundland Wastes whose rocky crags and canyons rose thousands of feet above them.
The big Sith warrior was beginning to really hate this planet and the two blazing suns which shone down, roasting everything on the surface of the planet. Conversely, the temperature at night dropped down to nearly freezing making it nearly impossible to get used to the weather. Combine all that with the frequent sandstorms and hostile fauna native to this rock, he couldn't understand why any sentient being would purposely choose to live here.
He looked over at his half-brother for a moment as the barren landscape whipped by at high speed. Trychon had been lost in his own thoughts, pre-occupied. Twice he had nearly crashed into large boulders and Raezyr could only wonder what the other Sith was thinking about.
If he had to guess, he'd have to say it was the cyborg. The blond slicer was certainly beautiful, if one could get past the cybernetic implants visible around her left eye. And her weird computer interface/prosthetic left hand. And her lack of emotion. Clearly Trychon was one who could, and somehow she had gotten him all twisted in the head at the moment. Raezyr decided they were going to have to have a discussion about this and soon.
Suddenly he felt a twinge in the Force and looked up into the rocks on a boulder-strewn hill high above them. He saw nothing with his eyes, but he knew what was about to happen. Yanking the controls of the swoop, he veered sharply toward Trychon then dove from his own vehicle and catching his brother in the ribs, knocking them both from their swoops.
It had all happened in the span of a second, but he had somehow known Trychon hadn't sensed the danger, and as he dove he caught the flash from the muzzle of a projectile rifle.
Raezyr bounced and tumbled across the sand and rocks for an instant before harnessing the Dark Side to bring his movements into a controlled roll. Instantly his lightsabers were in hand, flashing to life and he tried to jump to his feet to defend himself.
But something was wrong. The Sith warrior's leg buckled under his weight. He dropped down to his knee and pain tore through his leg. He scrambled for cover as best as he could as another energy-enveloped green slug sprayed sand mere centimeters away.
As soon as he thought he was under cover he looked down at his knee and the blood pouring from the gap in his armor. He'd been hit!
Filth-ridden Sand People!
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