Try as he might, Trychon couldn't stop thinking about Haley Stargazer. He had thought about her often since they first met, and even more so since the last trip to Tatooine when the two of them had taken refuge in the abandoned krayt dragon caves, but since she had practically blown him off yesterday, he could barely keep his mind focused on anything else.
Not even during his brief 'relationship,' if it could even be called that, with Anya had he been so preoccupied with another person, and it was driving him mad. The beautiful blond slicer was like a program or a code which needed to be deciphered. She was the puzzle that just had to be solved, even though he knew he should have his mind on other things.
Especially since that was the second boulder I almost ran into, Trychon thought to himself, but like it or not, his thoughts quickly drifted back to the enigma that was Haley Stargazer.
Suddenly Raezyr was diving at him, knocking him from his swoop bike and into the sand. At the same instant he caught the greenish glow of an energy enshrouded projectile flashing their direction.
Trychon harnessed the Force, rolled and sprang into the air, aided by the Dark Side. He drew the long cylindrical tube from his belt as he landed on the ground and the black energy blade sprang to life as he took a defensive stance.
He sent his senses outward, detecting not only his half-brother, but a dozen other minds spread out among the rocks and boulders of the steep hill side. They were minds that were unfamiliar and as of yet had not visibly shown themselves, although he had a good idea where each one was located.
The black-fatigued Sith gripped the lightsaber hilt with both hands and looked toward his sibling out of the corner of his eye. Raezyr was scrambling along the ground toward a boulder leaving a dark trail in the sand behind him. The idiot had gotten himself shot again.
Trychon heard the report of the slug throwing rifle from the hillside an instant after seeing the muzzle flash. The green bullet zipped down hitting the ground next to Raezyr spraying the other warrior with the fine grains of sand.
"You gonna make it, Raez?" Trychon called, keeping his eye on the hillside and the various hiding places of the unknown assailants.
"I'm not going to die today, if that's what you're asking," the armor clad Sith called sourly.
"You might want to get rid of that armor, brother," Trychon called.
"Why do you say that?"
"It's a gunfire magnet, I think," Trychon explained, chuckling. "I mean, you're the one wearing armor, and you're the only one who gets shot. Maybe if you..." The older Sith was interrupted by more gun fire, but this time a barrage.
He easily deflected the incoming slugs, but several beings wrapped from head to toe in brown and tan rags sprang from their ambush spots and charged forward swinging some sort of metal clubs and sticks above their heads.
Sand People, they were called, if he remembered correctly. Some native people of some sort, and they outnumbered him... by a lot.
So far he'd only practices with his newly built lightsaber, sparring with his brother, but if ever he was going to need it, now was the time. As the enemy rushed in, he flicked another switch and a red beam of energy sprang forth from the other end of the lightsaber hilt.
He twirled the double-bladed lightsaber quickly over head, changed his fighting stance and suddenly they were on him.
The Sand People swung their gaffi sticks (the name suddenly came to him) and he danced around, avoiding the blows he couldn't block. From the corner of his eyes he noticed Raezyr was on his feet, apparently gritting it out through the pain, but he couldn't think about that. For the moment he needed to concentrate on the here and now and the attackers bent on killing him.
He let the Dark Side fill him and a familiar feeling enveloped him; It was almost as if time had slowed around him while he was able to react at a normal pace.
Using the Force, Trychon leaped into the air, flipping backwards and out of the midst of his assailants, the black and red blades humming as they sliced through the ambushers. If their weapons had been imbued with cortosis, they might have stood a chance, but as it was his blades slid through them like a vibro blade through silk and bit deeply into the flesh of his enemies.
Within moments the Sand People lay in pieces on the hot sand around him. He looked over to his brother who had also fared well in the brief melee. Thankfully their attackers must not have considered him as big of a threat since he was already wounded, and Raezyr was already back down, unable to support his own weight on the injured leg.
Trychon attempted to look at it, but Raezyr brushed him aside. "Just go get our swoops. I'll be fine," he said pulling out some kolto patches and pain suppressant stimulants from the emergency pouches on his utility belt.
Trychon stood for a moment considering his brother. "You're a complete idiot, you know that?"
"Excuse me?"
"What you did goes against all of our Sith teaching. You know that don't you?" Trychon berated his sibling. "Protect yourself first. Our Sith teachers would not be impressed."
Raezyr ripped his helmet off and threw it down into the sand. "You're kidding me right? You'd be dead with a Sand People cycler slug in your brain right now if I hadn't saved your sorry ass."
He paused a moment, giving Trychon a chance to respond to that, but apparently he realized it was the truth. "Look, I understand that If I get myself injured or killed while trying to do a good deed, I'm most likely going to be hindering my allies in the long run, but I don't think that rule was intended so one sibling could idly sit by while the other one was murdered."
A few silent moments slid by and Trychon reluctantly agreed, then trotted off to recover the swoop bikes where the riderless vehicles had glided to a stop a few hundred meters off while Raezyr bound the wound as best he could.
The base had a kolto tank of it's own in the medical bay, but in light of the assasination attempt last time he was on Tatooine, he thought it might be best to tough it out a few days until he could get to a real medical facility on Den Var.
Night fell as they pulled into the base, and after a few more meetings with Falka and his recovered second in command, Tocar, replete with his new cybernetic implants replacing the side of his face where Raezyr had "disciplined" him for failing to thoroughly check new employees backgrounds resulting in allowing assassins to infiltrate the Black Phoenix, they decided to take off immediately instead of waiting for morning.
HK-51, Reed, and Schyrt were all aboard the Jet Razor already and in the process of doing pre-flight checks, while the Sith half-brothers were doing external checks just in case Tocar had fallen short on his duties again.
Trychon felt Haley's presence in the deserted space craft hangar before he heard her foot falls on the durasteel flooring and turned to meet her.
"Haley, look," Trychon began. "I wanted to talk to you..."
She leaned forward and kissed him quickly but firmly, then turned and made a hasty exit, leaving Trychon standing there, his mouth agape, watching her shapely figure recede across the hangar.
"A speechless Trychon?" said Raezyr from behind him. The older sibling turned to see a smirk on the face of the armor clad Sith, leaning against the side of the spacecraft. "I can now die knowing I've seen the impossible."
Trychn glowered at his younger brother. "Shut up, Raez."
Not even during his brief 'relationship,' if it could even be called that, with Anya had he been so preoccupied with another person, and it was driving him mad. The beautiful blond slicer was like a program or a code which needed to be deciphered. She was the puzzle that just had to be solved, even though he knew he should have his mind on other things.
Especially since that was the second boulder I almost ran into, Trychon thought to himself, but like it or not, his thoughts quickly drifted back to the enigma that was Haley Stargazer.
Suddenly Raezyr was diving at him, knocking him from his swoop bike and into the sand. At the same instant he caught the greenish glow of an energy enshrouded projectile flashing their direction.
Trychon harnessed the Force, rolled and sprang into the air, aided by the Dark Side. He drew the long cylindrical tube from his belt as he landed on the ground and the black energy blade sprang to life as he took a defensive stance.
He sent his senses outward, detecting not only his half-brother, but a dozen other minds spread out among the rocks and boulders of the steep hill side. They were minds that were unfamiliar and as of yet had not visibly shown themselves, although he had a good idea where each one was located.
The black-fatigued Sith gripped the lightsaber hilt with both hands and looked toward his sibling out of the corner of his eye. Raezyr was scrambling along the ground toward a boulder leaving a dark trail in the sand behind him. The idiot had gotten himself shot again.
Trychon heard the report of the slug throwing rifle from the hillside an instant after seeing the muzzle flash. The green bullet zipped down hitting the ground next to Raezyr spraying the other warrior with the fine grains of sand.
"You gonna make it, Raez?" Trychon called, keeping his eye on the hillside and the various hiding places of the unknown assailants.
"I'm not going to die today, if that's what you're asking," the armor clad Sith called sourly.
"You might want to get rid of that armor, brother," Trychon called.
"Why do you say that?"
"It's a gunfire magnet, I think," Trychon explained, chuckling. "I mean, you're the one wearing armor, and you're the only one who gets shot. Maybe if you..." The older Sith was interrupted by more gun fire, but this time a barrage.
He easily deflected the incoming slugs, but several beings wrapped from head to toe in brown and tan rags sprang from their ambush spots and charged forward swinging some sort of metal clubs and sticks above their heads.
Sand People, they were called, if he remembered correctly. Some native people of some sort, and they outnumbered him... by a lot.
So far he'd only practices with his newly built lightsaber, sparring with his brother, but if ever he was going to need it, now was the time. As the enemy rushed in, he flicked another switch and a red beam of energy sprang forth from the other end of the lightsaber hilt.
He twirled the double-bladed lightsaber quickly over head, changed his fighting stance and suddenly they were on him.
The Sand People swung their gaffi sticks (the name suddenly came to him) and he danced around, avoiding the blows he couldn't block. From the corner of his eyes he noticed Raezyr was on his feet, apparently gritting it out through the pain, but he couldn't think about that. For the moment he needed to concentrate on the here and now and the attackers bent on killing him.
He let the Dark Side fill him and a familiar feeling enveloped him; It was almost as if time had slowed around him while he was able to react at a normal pace.
Using the Force, Trychon leaped into the air, flipping backwards and out of the midst of his assailants, the black and red blades humming as they sliced through the ambushers. If their weapons had been imbued with cortosis, they might have stood a chance, but as it was his blades slid through them like a vibro blade through silk and bit deeply into the flesh of his enemies.
Within moments the Sand People lay in pieces on the hot sand around him. He looked over to his brother who had also fared well in the brief melee. Thankfully their attackers must not have considered him as big of a threat since he was already wounded, and Raezyr was already back down, unable to support his own weight on the injured leg.
Trychon attempted to look at it, but Raezyr brushed him aside. "Just go get our swoops. I'll be fine," he said pulling out some kolto patches and pain suppressant stimulants from the emergency pouches on his utility belt.
Trychon stood for a moment considering his brother. "You're a complete idiot, you know that?"
"Excuse me?"
"What you did goes against all of our Sith teaching. You know that don't you?" Trychon berated his sibling. "Protect yourself first. Our Sith teachers would not be impressed."
Raezyr ripped his helmet off and threw it down into the sand. "You're kidding me right? You'd be dead with a Sand People cycler slug in your brain right now if I hadn't saved your sorry ass."
He paused a moment, giving Trychon a chance to respond to that, but apparently he realized it was the truth. "Look, I understand that If I get myself injured or killed while trying to do a good deed, I'm most likely going to be hindering my allies in the long run, but I don't think that rule was intended so one sibling could idly sit by while the other one was murdered."
A few silent moments slid by and Trychon reluctantly agreed, then trotted off to recover the swoop bikes where the riderless vehicles had glided to a stop a few hundred meters off while Raezyr bound the wound as best he could.
The base had a kolto tank of it's own in the medical bay, but in light of the assasination attempt last time he was on Tatooine, he thought it might be best to tough it out a few days until he could get to a real medical facility on Den Var.
Night fell as they pulled into the base, and after a few more meetings with Falka and his recovered second in command, Tocar, replete with his new cybernetic implants replacing the side of his face where Raezyr had "disciplined" him for failing to thoroughly check new employees backgrounds resulting in allowing assassins to infiltrate the Black Phoenix, they decided to take off immediately instead of waiting for morning.
HK-51, Reed, and Schyrt were all aboard the Jet Razor already and in the process of doing pre-flight checks, while the Sith half-brothers were doing external checks just in case Tocar had fallen short on his duties again.
Trychon felt Haley's presence in the deserted space craft hangar before he heard her foot falls on the durasteel flooring and turned to meet her.
"Haley, look," Trychon began. "I wanted to talk to you..."
She leaned forward and kissed him quickly but firmly, then turned and made a hasty exit, leaving Trychon standing there, his mouth agape, watching her shapely figure recede across the hangar.
"A speechless Trychon?" said Raezyr from behind him. The older sibling turned to see a smirk on the face of the armor clad Sith, leaning against the side of the spacecraft. "I can now die knowing I've seen the impossible."
Trychn glowered at his younger brother. "Shut up, Raez."
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