Raezyr injected another pain suppressant into his leg just above the wound. It was healing nicely even without having been in the kolto tank and he was wavering on the decision to visit a medical facility when they reached Den Var. He probably could have gotten by without the stimulant but it still throbbed a bit and it was mildly distracting. He tossed the empty injector into the waste receptacle then opened the ale Trychon had just handed to him and watched the foam build as he slowly poured it into a mug.
"Explain again how an investment broker on Den Var just happened to line up a bunch of properties for us to look at in such a short time," the big warrior said, still pouring his beverage.
"He lined all this up so quickly because I gave him lots of time to do it," the older Sith explained, between pulls from his own tankard of ale. "I contacted him secretly after our first stop there."
Raezyr took a long look at his brother. "I'm not sure whether to be happy about your foresight or irritated that you have been setting plans in motion without bothering to mention them to me."
"I set up an appointment, little brother. It's not like I actually bought anything," Trychon said, chuckling. "I'm not going behind your back. Besides, we already knew we wanted to make some investments. All I did was expedite things a bit."
Raezyr agreed and downed the rest of his ale. Despite all the Sith training he'd received, he knew that there was always an exception to the rule. He'd been able to trust Master when he was young, and he could trust Trychon now.
A thought pushed through his alcohol and stimulant fogged mind. Master hadn't been able to trust him when she had needed him most. It wasn't a line of thought he wanted to pursue, so he pushed the thought away and cracked open another ale.
Trychon pushed on, despite his brother's apparent irritated mood. "We finally get to relax for a few days planetside and have a good time," He said as he playfully tossed a bunched up napkin at his brother. "Knock the gloom off over there, Darth Downer. Say, other than the things we already discussed, what would you like to look at while we're spending our new-found wealth?"
"I hadn't really given it much thought," Raezyr said, thinking. "We already have two nice ships. A solid business investment or two like the ones we're already planning would be nice, but other than that, I don't really know... A new swoop?"
Trychon chuckled. "That's why I'm the one doing all the dreaming. You may not know what to do with our money... but I have big plans. You'll enjoy it whether you want to or not."
Trychon felt the room get a bit darker. He held up his drink and stared at it as though he thought it was the cause, though he knew it wasn't.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that," Raezyr glowered. "We seem to have fallen into an unintentional role situation. A lot of times, around others especially... it seems we've casted ourselves into leader and warrior respectively." Looking across the table, he saw his counterpart's attention snap into focus.
"I..."
"Save it." He continued. "For appearances sake... I think we not only have to keep it up... but we may want to actually start planning certain things to reinforce the illusion. It's important. Strong leadership is a must, and people expect certain behaviors out of Sith. It avoids any idiotic underling from trying to play one of us off the other if there's an obvious structure. Lastly, anything we can do to keep the Jedi guessing gives us an advantage."
There was a pause.
"Then why..."
"I just don't want you to think that there's any confusion about us being equals outside of the public eye. We need to be clear on what we're doing specifically so we don't grow into these roles by accident."
There was a long pause after Raezyr finished and finally Trychon broke the silence.
"So..." he said, drawing the word out. "You want another ale, then?" Trychon asked grinning.
"Why not? It's still two days to Den Var," Raezyr said, cracking a rare smile. He had known he could trust his brother, but sometimes you just have to get things out in the open. To make sure there are no misunderstandings, he thought to himself as he flipped open the cold beverage that was just placed in front of him.
"Explain again how an investment broker on Den Var just happened to line up a bunch of properties for us to look at in such a short time," the big warrior said, still pouring his beverage.
"He lined all this up so quickly because I gave him lots of time to do it," the older Sith explained, between pulls from his own tankard of ale. "I contacted him secretly after our first stop there."
Raezyr took a long look at his brother. "I'm not sure whether to be happy about your foresight or irritated that you have been setting plans in motion without bothering to mention them to me."
"I set up an appointment, little brother. It's not like I actually bought anything," Trychon said, chuckling. "I'm not going behind your back. Besides, we already knew we wanted to make some investments. All I did was expedite things a bit."
Raezyr agreed and downed the rest of his ale. Despite all the Sith training he'd received, he knew that there was always an exception to the rule. He'd been able to trust Master when he was young, and he could trust Trychon now.
A thought pushed through his alcohol and stimulant fogged mind. Master hadn't been able to trust him when she had needed him most. It wasn't a line of thought he wanted to pursue, so he pushed the thought away and cracked open another ale.
Trychon pushed on, despite his brother's apparent irritated mood. "We finally get to relax for a few days planetside and have a good time," He said as he playfully tossed a bunched up napkin at his brother. "Knock the gloom off over there, Darth Downer. Say, other than the things we already discussed, what would you like to look at while we're spending our new-found wealth?"
"I hadn't really given it much thought," Raezyr said, thinking. "We already have two nice ships. A solid business investment or two like the ones we're already planning would be nice, but other than that, I don't really know... A new swoop?"
Trychon chuckled. "That's why I'm the one doing all the dreaming. You may not know what to do with our money... but I have big plans. You'll enjoy it whether you want to or not."
Trychon felt the room get a bit darker. He held up his drink and stared at it as though he thought it was the cause, though he knew it wasn't.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that," Raezyr glowered. "We seem to have fallen into an unintentional role situation. A lot of times, around others especially... it seems we've casted ourselves into leader and warrior respectively." Looking across the table, he saw his counterpart's attention snap into focus.
"I..."
"Save it." He continued. "For appearances sake... I think we not only have to keep it up... but we may want to actually start planning certain things to reinforce the illusion. It's important. Strong leadership is a must, and people expect certain behaviors out of Sith. It avoids any idiotic underling from trying to play one of us off the other if there's an obvious structure. Lastly, anything we can do to keep the Jedi guessing gives us an advantage."
There was a pause.
"Then why..."
"I just don't want you to think that there's any confusion about us being equals outside of the public eye. We need to be clear on what we're doing specifically so we don't grow into these roles by accident."
There was a long pause after Raezyr finished and finally Trychon broke the silence.
"So..." he said, drawing the word out. "You want another ale, then?" Trychon asked grinning.
"Why not? It's still two days to Den Var," Raezyr said, cracking a rare smile. He had known he could trust his brother, but sometimes you just have to get things out in the open. To make sure there are no misunderstandings, he thought to himself as he flipped open the cold beverage that was just placed in front of him.
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