"Another dead end," Raezyr said in exasperation as he and his brother turned the corner noting the narrow street ended in a culdesac.
"No, wait, over there," Trychon said pointing to a opening between two buildings. The buildings on either side were tall and given the extreme narrowness of the walkway, not much light was able to reach the ground, even at mid-day.
"We're already on a side street in the slums, and now you want us to go into a dark narrow alley to boot?" Raezyr questioned. "It's not that I'm afraid, but neither should we go inviting trouble."
"C'mon Raez, don't be an Aldivian school-girl," Trychon goaded with a grin, noting his brother's features go rigid at the insult. "Besides, we'd have to back track nearly three blocks to go around."
"Aldivian school-girl?" Raezyr repeated the insult, his jaw set. "Chee wo de shi, you damn borg-licker," he spat and stormed off toward the narrow walkway.
"Borg licker? Are you referring to Haley, you liu kuoshui de biaozi he houzi
de ben erzi?" Trychon yelled after him, his face livid. "I'm talking to you, bishwag."
Raezyr didn't turn around and instead disappeared into narrow opening. Trychon stood for a moment, then grumbling, followed the big warrior. Intent on the object of his ire, he didn't turn to look back. Had he done so, he might have seen the two heavily armed Keeds who slipped around the corner just as Trychon disappeared into the gap.
The two near-humans were half-way across the open street, heading toward the narrow walkway when Trychon and Raezyr reappeared, stepping back out onto the street. "Can we help you with something?" Raezyr said, stepping slowly sideways, increasing the distance between him and his brother.
The two Keed looked hesitantly at each other, then back toward their quarry. This wasn't how this was supposed to go down. Earlier at the cantina, they had recognized the smaller human from the holovids they had seen of the massacre of Coruscant just a few months ago. They also knew that one of the Hutts, Jamaruck'us Rus'El, had put a sizable bounty on that one's head. They hadn't recognized the big man with the scar next to him, but assumed he probably had a bounty somewhere as well.
"We were hoping to surprise you and take you alive," one of the Keeds said to Trychon in a gravelly voice, his hand slowly creeping toward the blaster at his side.
"Dead will have to do," the other one added. "We don't know who you are," he stated, indicating Raezyr, "but we'll kill you too and figure out what you're worth later."
The Keeds simultaneously dropped their hands for their blasters.
Time appeared to slow for the two Sith as they embraced the Dark Side and allowed it so speed up their actions. They instinctively dropped their hands across their bodies to the spots on their belts where their lightsabers hung.
Except in their miner disguises, they had packed their lightsabers away, carrying only their revolving slugthrowers as their only visible weapons. The barrels of the Keeds weapons began clearing their leather holsters as the Siths hands changed directions.
In a blur of speed they yanked their old fashioned pistols and, holding the triggers down, began to fan the hammers with their other hand as fast as they could until all six shots from each weapon were expended. The reports of each shot came so quickly they rolled into one continuous peal of thunder, echoing loudly off the urban buildings all around.
One of the Keed bounty hunters, having taken the first five of the six shots Raezyr unleashed, jerked backward as each of the slugs tore through his body and he fell onto his back, the sixth shot passing overhead as he fell.
The other bounty hunter dropped to his knees, gazing stupidly at the lavender liquid oozing from the holes in his chest. His hand spasmed and his blaster went off harmlessly, it's bolt pockmarking the duracrete pavement only a meter from his body. He didn't notice as his eyes were already glazed over. His body slumped sideways to the ground.
"I despise bounty hunters," Raezyr said calmly as he ejected the spent cartridges into his hand and tucked the empties into a belt pouch. There was no sense in leaving any more evidence for the Den Var Planetary Peace Forces to find than there already was. He reloaded the pistol and slid it back into his holster. "I despise these weapons, too."
Trychon, in the process of reloading his weapon as well, ignored the comments. "Your plan worked to perfection. I think they really thought they were sneaking up on us. They were like gundarks in porcelain shop."
"Thanks," Raezyr said, turning back to the narrow walkway which lead to large alley, and from there a main thoroughfare.
"But a borg licker?" Trychon asked, following his younger half-sibling. "Was that really necessary?"
"Trych, you're the one who locked lips with a cyborg."
"I-I did not," Trychon stammered. "She kissed me."
"And I suppose you didn't like it," Raezyr said, glancing back over his shoulder waiting for a response. After a few seconds of silence he continued. "That's what I thought," he said smugly.
They walked on in silence for a distance. The older warrior watched his brother's limping steps for a while before speaking up. "I guess I really am a borg licker," Trychon finally admited. "I've got a crush on a cyborg and my half-brother and partner is a cyborg too."
"What are you talking about?" Raezyr asked as they entered the wider alley beyond the narrow path. "I'm not a cyborg."
"You will be once you get your leg replaced," Trychon said catching up and walking beside Raezyr. He grinned in silence as he watched his brother's face turn red.
Raezyr looked over at his brother. "Shut up, Trych."
Within a couple of hours, they were space born on their return trip to Hoth. They had arrived as two Sith with an account loaded with stolen money. The left cashpoor, yet as CEO's and legitimate businessmen with up and coming political contacts; and once their investments began to pay off, the 'cashpoor' portion would no longer be a consideration.
"No, wait, over there," Trychon said pointing to a opening between two buildings. The buildings on either side were tall and given the extreme narrowness of the walkway, not much light was able to reach the ground, even at mid-day.
"We're already on a side street in the slums, and now you want us to go into a dark narrow alley to boot?" Raezyr questioned. "It's not that I'm afraid, but neither should we go inviting trouble."
"C'mon Raez, don't be an Aldivian school-girl," Trychon goaded with a grin, noting his brother's features go rigid at the insult. "Besides, we'd have to back track nearly three blocks to go around."
"Aldivian school-girl?" Raezyr repeated the insult, his jaw set. "Chee wo de shi, you damn borg-licker," he spat and stormed off toward the narrow walkway.
"Borg licker? Are you referring to Haley, you liu kuoshui de biaozi he houzi
de ben erzi?" Trychon yelled after him, his face livid. "I'm talking to you, bishwag."
Raezyr didn't turn around and instead disappeared into narrow opening. Trychon stood for a moment, then grumbling, followed the big warrior. Intent on the object of his ire, he didn't turn to look back. Had he done so, he might have seen the two heavily armed Keeds who slipped around the corner just as Trychon disappeared into the gap.
The two near-humans were half-way across the open street, heading toward the narrow walkway when Trychon and Raezyr reappeared, stepping back out onto the street. "Can we help you with something?" Raezyr said, stepping slowly sideways, increasing the distance between him and his brother.
The two Keed looked hesitantly at each other, then back toward their quarry. This wasn't how this was supposed to go down. Earlier at the cantina, they had recognized the smaller human from the holovids they had seen of the massacre of Coruscant just a few months ago. They also knew that one of the Hutts, Jamaruck'us Rus'El, had put a sizable bounty on that one's head. They hadn't recognized the big man with the scar next to him, but assumed he probably had a bounty somewhere as well.
"We were hoping to surprise you and take you alive," one of the Keeds said to Trychon in a gravelly voice, his hand slowly creeping toward the blaster at his side.
"Dead will have to do," the other one added. "We don't know who you are," he stated, indicating Raezyr, "but we'll kill you too and figure out what you're worth later."
The Keeds simultaneously dropped their hands for their blasters.
Time appeared to slow for the two Sith as they embraced the Dark Side and allowed it so speed up their actions. They instinctively dropped their hands across their bodies to the spots on their belts where their lightsabers hung.
Except in their miner disguises, they had packed their lightsabers away, carrying only their revolving slugthrowers as their only visible weapons. The barrels of the Keeds weapons began clearing their leather holsters as the Siths hands changed directions.
In a blur of speed they yanked their old fashioned pistols and, holding the triggers down, began to fan the hammers with their other hand as fast as they could until all six shots from each weapon were expended. The reports of each shot came so quickly they rolled into one continuous peal of thunder, echoing loudly off the urban buildings all around.
One of the Keed bounty hunters, having taken the first five of the six shots Raezyr unleashed, jerked backward as each of the slugs tore through his body and he fell onto his back, the sixth shot passing overhead as he fell.
The other bounty hunter dropped to his knees, gazing stupidly at the lavender liquid oozing from the holes in his chest. His hand spasmed and his blaster went off harmlessly, it's bolt pockmarking the duracrete pavement only a meter from his body. He didn't notice as his eyes were already glazed over. His body slumped sideways to the ground.
"I despise bounty hunters," Raezyr said calmly as he ejected the spent cartridges into his hand and tucked the empties into a belt pouch. There was no sense in leaving any more evidence for the Den Var Planetary Peace Forces to find than there already was. He reloaded the pistol and slid it back into his holster. "I despise these weapons, too."
Trychon, in the process of reloading his weapon as well, ignored the comments. "Your plan worked to perfection. I think they really thought they were sneaking up on us. They were like gundarks in porcelain shop."
"Thanks," Raezyr said, turning back to the narrow walkway which lead to large alley, and from there a main thoroughfare.
"But a borg licker?" Trychon asked, following his younger half-sibling. "Was that really necessary?"
"Trych, you're the one who locked lips with a cyborg."
"I-I did not," Trychon stammered. "She kissed me."
"And I suppose you didn't like it," Raezyr said, glancing back over his shoulder waiting for a response. After a few seconds of silence he continued. "That's what I thought," he said smugly.
They walked on in silence for a distance. The older warrior watched his brother's limping steps for a while before speaking up. "I guess I really am a borg licker," Trychon finally admited. "I've got a crush on a cyborg and my half-brother and partner is a cyborg too."
"What are you talking about?" Raezyr asked as they entered the wider alley beyond the narrow path. "I'm not a cyborg."
"You will be once you get your leg replaced," Trychon said catching up and walking beside Raezyr. He grinned in silence as he watched his brother's face turn red.
Raezyr looked over at his brother. "Shut up, Trych."
Within a couple of hours, they were space born on their return trip to Hoth. They had arrived as two Sith with an account loaded with stolen money. The left cashpoor, yet as CEO's and legitimate businessmen with up and coming political contacts; and once their investments began to pay off, the 'cashpoor' portion would no longer be a consideration.
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