"Warning: Oxygen levels critical," the computerized female voice told him for approximately the tenth time. The turbulence and heat of reentry into the Hoth's atmosphere had not helped his oxygen levels, and even though he was technically surrounded by air, it was still too thin to sustain human life.
Still, there wasn't much he could do. If he broke off and dove for a lower altitude, both of the Jedi might not follow him. If that happened, they might be able to prevent Trychon from destroying the remote data storage site.
Raezyr gritted his teeth, drawing on his anger, and watched his radar.
Thankfully he didn't have to wait too long.
As the Jedi fighters began to close the distance to effective firing range, but Trychon and Raezyr slowly dove in altitude. Finally Raezyr clicked his comm twice, sending two short bursts of static across the speakers in the Jet Razor's cockpit.
Trychon jammed the throttle as fast as it would go. The Jet Razor was extremely aerodynamic, making it excellent not only in space combat, but in atmospheric conditions as well. He easily out distanced his half-brother and the Jedi.
Quickly he dropped down into a snowy canyon in one of Hoth's mountain ranges and reduced his speed to something less reckless. He only need to lose their radar. Raezyr would hopefully keep them from physically following him.
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As Raezyr watched his own ship accelerate and leave them behind, he watched his radar. Sure enough, one of the two Jedi ships began speeding up in an attempt to pursue his brother. "I don't think so," the Sith warrior said, speaking to the blip on his radar screen and banked starboard into their path.
Suddenly alarms screamed inside his cockpit, warning him that his enemy had target lock on him.. Banking hard to port, he also pulled back as hard as he could on the stick. The old fighter didn't respond as well as he would have liked, but it got the job done, looping around out of danger and dropping in behind the fighter attempting to give chase to Trychon.
He picked up target lock almost immediately on the Jedi fighter and he squeezed the trigger switch, watching the green darts shoot forward. They weren't really all that close to hitting, but scoring a hit would merely be icing on the ryshcate.
Raezyr's goal was to force the Jedi to give up following his brother and focus on him. It wasn't easy, trying to evade incoming fire while pursuing a different ship, but he did it. After several attempts to follow Trychon, both Jedi finally turned and engaged him.
He scrambled around, but despite his superior piloting skills, his older, damaged fighter was not going to be able to evade the Jedi forever, let alone defeat them.
Raezyr flipped his comm switch to an open frequency. One he hoped the Jedi would be able to pick up and keyed up the comm.
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"Attention Jedi scum," came a male voice across Nal's speakers. "My fighter is unable to continue. I will be landing now. You can either vape me, or come and get me. That is all." Static followed the transmission.
"Do you tink it's a trap?" Nal asked on the secure frequency to her wingman and friend.
"My sensors show his ship is damaged," Val replied calmly. "I think he was only trying to draw us away from that assault shuttle."
"But..." Nal began, about pose her question again.
Val interrupted her. "Yes. It's a trap."
"What do you propose?"
"Spring the trap."
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