Jo had been hired by Zanz just prior to the big mission Dianna Kingsdoom and the King's Men had gone on. He had gotten lucky, and was thrilled with the prospect of becoming a pirate. Jo's father had served with Zanz and died during the Mandalorian Wars. That connection had gotten him here.
In truth, he wasn't much more than a "go-fer" and a maintenance guy. He hadn't been allowed to go on the mission itself. Instead, he had stayed behind to man the base. Not that it had really needed manning. He had basically ensured the thermal engines didn't seize up and freeze the base solid while everyone had been gone.
Now he was busy trying to empty out this storage room. The useful contents needed to be packed into the plasteel crates sitting in the hall while the junk was to be dumped into a bin to be hauled to the incinerator.
Jo looked up from his work just in time to see two dark figures striding purposefully down the corridor. Shoulder to shoulder they strode without slowing or attempting to avoid anyone in their way and they didn't have to. People were pressing up against the walls and nodding their heads in deference.
The one was wearing black fatigues, flat-topped black cap with a bill on the front and heavy black commando style boots. A long metallic cylinder hung from his belt and in his left hand he was absently twirling another, slightly shorter cylinder of a similar style. The man was of average height and build, but his eyes were intelligent. There was something about them that just by looking, you could tell he didn't fail to take in every detail around him.
The other was wearing black and midnight-blue armor with a black cloak attached to his shoulders which billowed behind him as he marched. His matching helm was tucked under one of his arms and he had two of the metallic tubes hanging from his utility belt. He had an ugly scar which ran vertically down the front of his face and he was bigger in size than the man clad in black. He was only a few centimeters taller, but was much broader in the shoulders and even with the armor it was apparent he was well muscled.
Jo knew instantly who these men were. They were the Sith Warriors that everyone had told him about. And they didn't look happy.
Not knowing what else to do, Jo pressed up against the wall, trying his best to get out of their way. He then stood at what he thought resembled the military 'attention' stance and gave a salute.
The two Sith gave no indication they had even noticed. Jo dropped his salute and watched the figures as they continued down the corridor and turned a corner before going back to work. At first he hoped to make a good impression, now he just hoped they had noticed him.
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Trychon punched the code into the panel next to the durasteel control room door and it whooshed open. Dianna and Dek looked up at the new arrivals.
"Raez! Trych!" she exclaimed, tossing her data pad down on the desk and rushing over. First she hugged Trychon, giving him a light peck on the cheek, then turned to Raezyr.
He slipped his hands around her narrow waist and pulled her close. She leaned up and crushed her mouth to his, drinking him in like a person lost in the Dune Sea would drink from an oasis. They stayed locked together for several moments until Trychon spoke.
"Awkward," he said in a sing-song voice just loud enough for everyone to hear.
The two lovers slid apart. Raezyr just glared at his sibling, but Dianna drew her fist back and punched the Sith warrior in the chest. Trychon, grinning, grabbed at his chest in mock pain and in a whiny voice said, "What did you do that for?"
"That was for nothing. Imagine if you did something," she retorted, then turned to Dek who was intently staring at the computer screen, trying hard not to laugh and failing miserably. "Laugh it up, geek squad. You're next," she threatened with a smile on her face.
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