"I'm still not sure that abandoning Trych and Raez is the best course of action, Love," Tyr said into the comm about the Nefarion Wraith. He'd exited hyperspace not long ago right behind Anya Tachi who was piloting the Wasted Rancor.
A week earlier, after learning there would be no payoff from the successful attack and hi-jacking of the Galactic aurodium shipment, the two Sith had slipped off in the middle of the night, Carefully masking their presence from Trychon and Raezyr, they had slipped in the workout/meditation chamber at King's Lair on Hoth and absconded with the holocron of Dark Lord Daxon Var.
It had become apparent the other two Sith had used the opportunity to withhold teachings gleaned from the Sith artifact and Anya was determined to make up the ground they had lost and prevent her rivals, for that's how she now viewed Trychon and Raezyr, from furthering their studies.
She had quickly tested the other holocrons in their possession, but as none of them appeared to work, she left them as they were nothing but mere trinkets, antiques for a museum. She had considered taking them as well and selling them, but decided it might not be a good idea in case those self-righteous Jedi got their hands on them.
Soon she'd learn all she needed from this Daxon Var to become the most powerful Sith alive and when she did, then those two fools would pay for their insolence. She smiled, imagining 'Lord' Trychon and 'Darth' Raezyr, bowing to her, swearing their allegiance to Darth Anya, Dark Lady of the Sith. She already had that idiot Tyr wrapped around her finger.
Early on she had figured out she could lure those of the opposite sex into doing her bidding. At first she had attributed that to her 'escort' training and he beauty, but lately she had noticed that when she 'turned on her charms' she could feel the Force build up inside her.
She had tentatively tried it out and, no longer needing to keep up the charade that Tyr was in charge, had begun berating him for everything he did. Amazingly enough, he took the tongue lashings in stride. For a while at least. Slowly he had begun growing more and more agitated, and just when she thought he might snap, she turned on the charm again, letting the Dark Side flow through her as she did.
Anya didn't know how to explain what she was doing, but instantly Tyr would become a love sick nuna once again, completely obedient. She wondered why it hadn't worked on Raezyr, and thought way back to Korriban and wondered if she had known then what she knew now if she might not have all three under her control.
She decided it served no purpose to daydream about things like that and punched the comm button to answer Tyr, "Yes, moron. Those two incompetent fools planned a wonderful hi-jacking, then put their trust in a group of petty thieves. Serves them right for planning it without consulting us first. Had they done that, we'd all be rolling fat in the credits right now.
"As it is, we have to get back out there and make some money and at the same time be real Sith and stick it to the Jedi as often as we can," she told him.
"We made pretty decent money just running around wreaking havoc before, and we weren't even trying then. This time we'll try to make some credits, and maybe play it just a bit safer than we did before. We'll be rich in no time as long as you listen to me and stop trying to think for yourself," she berated him.
"I supposed you're right, my love," Tyr's voice responded over the speaker. He sounded a bit depressed and she decided she'd have to 'charm' him a little as soon as they were planet-side and then they could blow off a bit of steam when they got to the hostel.
Anya's thoughts drifted to the future. She couldn't wait to taunt that squid-headed Jedi lady again. And it should be safe enough. After all, they still had Trychon's program to rely on.
A week earlier, after learning there would be no payoff from the successful attack and hi-jacking of the Galactic aurodium shipment, the two Sith had slipped off in the middle of the night, Carefully masking their presence from Trychon and Raezyr, they had slipped in the workout/meditation chamber at King's Lair on Hoth and absconded with the holocron of Dark Lord Daxon Var.
It had become apparent the other two Sith had used the opportunity to withhold teachings gleaned from the Sith artifact and Anya was determined to make up the ground they had lost and prevent her rivals, for that's how she now viewed Trychon and Raezyr, from furthering their studies.
She had quickly tested the other holocrons in their possession, but as none of them appeared to work, she left them as they were nothing but mere trinkets, antiques for a museum. She had considered taking them as well and selling them, but decided it might not be a good idea in case those self-righteous Jedi got their hands on them.
Soon she'd learn all she needed from this Daxon Var to become the most powerful Sith alive and when she did, then those two fools would pay for their insolence. She smiled, imagining 'Lord' Trychon and 'Darth' Raezyr, bowing to her, swearing their allegiance to Darth Anya, Dark Lady of the Sith. She already had that idiot Tyr wrapped around her finger.
Early on she had figured out she could lure those of the opposite sex into doing her bidding. At first she had attributed that to her 'escort' training and he beauty, but lately she had noticed that when she 'turned on her charms' she could feel the Force build up inside her.
She had tentatively tried it out and, no longer needing to keep up the charade that Tyr was in charge, had begun berating him for everything he did. Amazingly enough, he took the tongue lashings in stride. For a while at least. Slowly he had begun growing more and more agitated, and just when she thought he might snap, she turned on the charm again, letting the Dark Side flow through her as she did.
Anya didn't know how to explain what she was doing, but instantly Tyr would become a love sick nuna once again, completely obedient. She wondered why it hadn't worked on Raezyr, and thought way back to Korriban and wondered if she had known then what she knew now if she might not have all three under her control.
She decided it served no purpose to daydream about things like that and punched the comm button to answer Tyr, "Yes, moron. Those two incompetent fools planned a wonderful hi-jacking, then put their trust in a group of petty thieves. Serves them right for planning it without consulting us first. Had they done that, we'd all be rolling fat in the credits right now.
"As it is, we have to get back out there and make some money and at the same time be real Sith and stick it to the Jedi as often as we can," she told him.
"We made pretty decent money just running around wreaking havoc before, and we weren't even trying then. This time we'll try to make some credits, and maybe play it just a bit safer than we did before. We'll be rich in no time as long as you listen to me and stop trying to think for yourself," she berated him.
"I supposed you're right, my love," Tyr's voice responded over the speaker. He sounded a bit depressed and she decided she'd have to 'charm' him a little as soon as they were planet-side and then they could blow off a bit of steam when they got to the hostel.
Anya's thoughts drifted to the future. She couldn't wait to taunt that squid-headed Jedi lady again. And it should be safe enough. After all, they still had Trychon's program to rely on.
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