Rhox Vega, Trychon and Raezyr climbed into the cab and sat down. The droid cab driver attempted to make small talk, but the former Czerka employee told it to be quiet.
They rode in silence for several minutes. Finally Raezyr slipped off his helmet, slicked back his hair and spoke in a regretful tone. "I should have ripped his throat out."
Rhox burst. "Don't get mad. It's your own go tsao de fault, you hwoon dahn."
"You best shut your xi niu mouth or it will be your throat that gets ripped out, si san ba," Raezyr replied. It would have sounded almost casual if it hadn't been for the menacing undertone in his voice.
"Do it!" she yelled. "I dare you, you chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo!"
The two stared each other down in the back of the cab as speed down the dark streets of Aldera, each waiting for the other to make a move. Finally it was Trychon who spoke. "Isn't this the part where you two are supposed to kiss?"
Rhox turned to the window and stared out, crossing her arms against her chest in disgust. The thought of kissing a Sith, any Sith, made her throw up in her mouth a little.
The ride was nearly silent after Trychon's quip. They arrived at the spaceport and headed to the docking bay without any further conversation.
Raezyr was the first one to and up the ship's ramp. He keyed in the unlock code and mishit a button on his first attempt. "Open, gorramit!' he yelled as he smashed his fist into the locked door. There was a hard metallic clang as he impacted the ship with his fist, but Raezyr was fairly sure he was the only one that heard the crunch that accompanied it.
He quickly punched in the code again and headed back to the cargo hold before the others could catch up to him. He was already moving crates when Rhox caught up to him.
She stood behind him and waited for him to put down the crate he was moving and grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around. "You really are as dumb as you look!"
"Don't start with me. I'm sick of this kriff."
"That had to have fractured a bone or two in your hand. If you drop one of those crates or throw them around in your little tizzy, we're either not getting paid or we're exploded. I want no part of either option."
Raezyr flexed his hand in front of his face to show he was fine. Rhox grabbed it and squeezed. The large Sith didn't even flinch, though it hurt badly when she did.
"I know why you're upset, but she's putting you in your place because you overstepped your bounds." She didn't let go of his hand as she continued. She squeezed it enough that his bones were shifting in ways they shouldn't have, and she could likely feel it, too. "You have no real reason to be worried, because for some reason she's completely devoted to you. I've never seen such attachment to... one of you. Doesn't make sense, and I think she may be sick... but trust her, for all our sake."
Raezyr just stared at her.
She finally released his hand, which was throbbing now nearly to the point of numbness, though not quite. "Now go take care of your hand while we take care of this. Otherwise, she's going to think I did this to you."
The look on her face was stern, but the unintentional jest at the end of her tirade cause the corners of her mouth to turn upwards slightly.
Raezyr left without a word, and managed to make it out of the cargo bay before chuckling a little to himself as well before regaining his scowl.
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