Raezyr answered into the comm. "We arrived moments before you but jumped into the gravity well of the planet and dove directly into the atmosphere, hoping to avoid major notice."
Taggart's laughter blasted through their speakers "I think I may like you afterall!" he boomed. After calming down, he continued. "Are you going to finally fill us in on where we're headed and what the plan is?"
Trychon transmitted the coordinates. Pulling the map up on his datapad as well, he began to tell them what he and Raezyr had come up with. "You and the Stalker will be coming around the planet in the most normal and obvious fashion you can. We're hoping that you won't attract attention too quickly, but eventually as you get closer to the target. After Riv-ars scrambles any fighters to meet you on the way, we're going to fly in low and quick and go in on foot... Sort of. After we've cleared the hangar, and hopefully you're not overwhelmed with resistance, you'll meet us down there. You'll stay with us but covering our six until we find the containers stolen from your crew. Then you'll load up and meet up with Dianna's contact. If they give you any issues or won't deal with you, send us a message... and then wait for us. Does this make sense?"
Dengar's voice came over the comm next, his tone somewhere on the line between irritated and furious. "That's a negative JetRazor. We all know of Raez's feelings for the Captain... but we're here for revenge."
Raezyr opened his mouth to point out a few things to Dengar, but Trychon held up a finger in his direction, indicating that he should wait. Instead, Trychon responded for him. "You may be here for revenge... but we're here for blood. Recommend you stay out of our way." There was a pause and silence on the other end, so he hit the button to go on. "We're moving into position carefully, but we'll be waiting on you to open up the fight before we make our final move. Straight shooting... out."
Raezyr simply looked at Trychon and nodded before looking back to the viewscreen and his controls to take them towards the target. The atmosphere and their need for stealth required a slow enough speed that they should arrive close enough to the same time as their support, but he'd picked out a spot to set the ship down anyway as they were going to be waiting to ensure the hangar was close to empty when they made their approach.
They maneuvered around and through the various obstacles that were in their way for nearly half of an hour before coming across a fairly flat terrain that stretched out to the end of their vision. Raezyr let go of the controls reluctantly while keeping his eyes on what laid ahead. "You still think bringing them along was a good idea?"
Trychon shrugged. "If they argued any more than they did, I had the Stalker prepped to target them. They'd see our way one way or another. If they get in our way once we've landed, it'll be the same thing. Casualties are a part of the business they're in. Also a part of disagreeing with the Sith. I don't believe it'll come to that... but if it does, I'm likely to lose as much sleep as Huck is over the ordeal."
Raezyr chuckled, but quietly. "Maybe when we're done, we can bring back a prisoner or two of our own for Di's crew to deal with. That'll satisfy their need for revenge..."
Trychon smiled. That was his Sith brother he knew. He watched as Raezyr grabbed control of the ship again as they were headed into some hills. He watched the light folliage roll under them for a few minutes before picking his datapad up off of the dash and tinkering with it. You never know what you may need in a situation like this... he thought to himself.
May 18, 2009
May 17, 2009
414. Pirates....... YAR! - Trychon
They reverted to realspace as Raezyr pulled back on the lever. The planet was already large in their view. They light from the nearby star was lighting up the whole of the planet. They'd come in on the day side.
Trychon looked at their sensors, and as the force would have it the coordinates he had gotten off of the transmissions was on the far side of the planet from them. He then noted to Raezyr as the two ships accompanying them pulled out of hyperspace on approach from the edge of the system.
"Perfect. You may want to hang on." Raezyr said as he began to pull and twist on the controls, sending them in a dive nearly straight for the planet, which began to grow larger and larger by the second on the screen.
Trychon couldn't help but point, despite his trust in Raezyr. "Planet's coming up a mite fast."
Raezyr was smiling with a calm serenity that he nearly only had at the controls of his ship. "That's just cause I'm going down too quick. Likely crash and kill us all."
Trychon concentrated on the force to hold himself fast to the seat. "Well, that happens... you be sure to let me know."
Raezyr let the comment stand as he kept them pointed at the planet until they started to heat up the outer skin of his ship, at which point he began to ease back their speed and trajectory, still doing his best to get them down as quickly as possible.
As Raezyr leveled them out minutes later, and as he read the instruments to insure that the ship handled it as well as it should have, he had Trychon open up a secure link to Taggart's ship.
Trychon a few buttons before starting the uplink. "Jetrazor to Kingsman one, come in."
Through a bit of static at first due to the security Trychon had placed on the call, they heard Taggart respond. "...gsma...ne. We...rived in syst...coordin..." Trychon punched a few buttons. "...s planned. We see your escort ship here, but where in the blazes are you?"
413. Flight of the Decoy - Raezyr
Tyrrazapon had been at the pazaak tables for hours and had amassed almost three hundred credits, and very few of them had been won honestly. He had been cheating, and was being very sloppy about it, although this was the first time he had actually been trying to get caught at it. As the night wore on, it was getting harder for him to believe that no one had yet spotted his slight of hand.
Of course, a large part of that had to do with the distractions his counterpart was providing. Anya was dressed in a particularly seductive outfit for the evening. It was a low-cut, dark blue gown, which clasped behind her neck, in the middle of her chest, and then on each hip. She had spent the whole night acting as Tyrrazapon's escort, bringing him drinks, then conspicuously bending over and setting them down, giving Tyrrazapon's opponents a hope of glancing something they weren't supposed to see.
Every time he'd make a play, and was sure it was going to get him caught, he'd look across the table, only to see the other player's eyes watching Anya as she would smile coyly at them or making some other distracting gesture.
The eventuality of Tyrrazpon's deceit finally came about when he drew one of his cards from the bottom of the deck. His opponent, a black and white Bothan, noticed the poorly concealed trick, and his fur rippled in anger. Jumping to his feet the Bothan pointed a finger at Tyrrazapon. "I saw that, you filthy cheat!"
Tyrrazapon gripped the edge of the pazaak table and jumped to his feet, flipping the table forward at the Bothan, scattering cards everywhere, as the casino security guards were making their way toward them.
The Bothan immediately reached inside his jacket and drew a small blaster. As he took aim, Anya threw the vibro-knife she had drawn from the hidden sheath and threw it, sinking the blade to the hilt in the pazaak player's hand. He pulled the trigger as the knife struck home sending his shot wild and into a chandelier overhead.
The fixture exploded, sending showers of sparks every where and illiciting screams from patrons all over the casino and sending them fleeing in panic. Casino security drew blasters as Tyrrazapon's orange lightsaber sprang to life. He deflected the incoming lasers haphazardly in all directions, not caring if anyone was hit as he and Anya backed quickly toward the rear exit of the casino.
Of course, a large part of that had to do with the distractions his counterpart was providing. Anya was dressed in a particularly seductive outfit for the evening. It was a low-cut, dark blue gown, which clasped behind her neck, in the middle of her chest, and then on each hip. She had spent the whole night acting as Tyrrazapon's escort, bringing him drinks, then conspicuously bending over and setting them down, giving Tyrrazapon's opponents a hope of glancing something they weren't supposed to see.
Every time he'd make a play, and was sure it was going to get him caught, he'd look across the table, only to see the other player's eyes watching Anya as she would smile coyly at them or making some other distracting gesture.
The eventuality of Tyrrazpon's deceit finally came about when he drew one of his cards from the bottom of the deck. His opponent, a black and white Bothan, noticed the poorly concealed trick, and his fur rippled in anger. Jumping to his feet the Bothan pointed a finger at Tyrrazapon. "I saw that, you filthy cheat!"
Tyrrazapon gripped the edge of the pazaak table and jumped to his feet, flipping the table forward at the Bothan, scattering cards everywhere, as the casino security guards were making their way toward them.
The Bothan immediately reached inside his jacket and drew a small blaster. As he took aim, Anya threw the vibro-knife she had drawn from the hidden sheath and threw it, sinking the blade to the hilt in the pazaak player's hand. He pulled the trigger as the knife struck home sending his shot wild and into a chandelier overhead.
The fixture exploded, sending showers of sparks every where and illiciting screams from patrons all over the casino and sending them fleeing in panic. Casino security drew blasters as Tyrrazapon's orange lightsaber sprang to life. He deflected the incoming lasers haphazardly in all directions, not caring if anyone was hit as he and Anya backed quickly toward the rear exit of the casino.
May 11, 2009
412. Pirates....... YAR! - Raezyr
"What do you have in mind?" Raezyr queried, a puzzled look on his face.
Trychon laid out his idea for the other man to consider. Raezyr looked a bit troubled as Trychon concluded his plan. "I like it, but..."
"But, what?" Trychon prompted, watching Raezyr pace around the lounge in thought.
Raezyr scratched his neck. He stopped his pacing and placed his hands on his hips. "But I'm not sure how Dianna is going to take it."
"Dianna isn't going to know, because we're not going to tell her," Trychon said, looking at Raezyr who had a troubled look on his face. "Raez, I like Di... a lot. I consider her a good friend. If I didn't, I wouldn't be on the way to Gentes with you right now, but I think you're starting to lose focus."
Raezyr set his jaw defensively and turned his head slightly to the side. "How so?"
"As a member of the Sith, what is your most desired goal?" Trychon asked.
Raezyr was caught off guard by the question. "Where are you going with this?"
"Just bear with me and answer the question, alright?"
Raezyr eyed him curiously. "To bring about the destruction of the Jedi," he replied matter of factly.
"And to do that, what do we need?"
"Power... and money. And lots of both..."
"Now tell me how what we're doing now fits in with any of that," Trychon said.
"What exactly are you saying, here, Trych?" Raezyr asked suspiciously. He knew there was going to be serious trouble between them if Trychon suggested he break things off with Dianna.
Trychon sensed it and picked his words carefully. "Look Raez, I've got no problem with your relationship with the pirate queen. I'm just trying to incorporate some of our ultimate goals with our current ones. But you need to keep the larger prize in focus, too. We're going to follow my plan, because, if successful, it'll be a large step toward those ends. If you think Di might not be happy about it, then we don't tell her.
"You just need to keep your head on straight, and realize that if your girlfriend ever gets in the way of your ultimate goal, you need to be able to recognize it and deal with it like a Sith, should it ever become necessary." Trychon leaned back and twirled his lightsaber in his fingers, waiting for Raezyr's response, and not quite sure what it was going to be.
Raezyr thought for a moment, struggling to find any flaw in Trychon's reasoning, but in the end he had no choice but to agree with his older brother. "You're right," he said and slumped down into the chair opposite Trychon. "Do me a favor, though, and tell me if you ever think I'm getting off course."
"I can do that," Trychon replied, relieved that Raezyr didn't have the opposite reaction. He chuckled a bit. "You know, Raez, for half a second, I was worried we might be duking this out."
Raezyr grinned. "For half a second, so did I."
Suddenly, a warning beacon began to go off. "Proximity alert," Aitchkay said from the corner of the lounge where he had been standing. Both men had become accustomed to his presence, and they sometimes forgot he was even around.
Raezyr jumped to his feet. "Oh my god. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing!?" he said, looking around in mock horror. "Oh right, that would be me."
Trychon laid out his idea for the other man to consider. Raezyr looked a bit troubled as Trychon concluded his plan. "I like it, but..."
"But, what?" Trychon prompted, watching Raezyr pace around the lounge in thought.
Raezyr scratched his neck. He stopped his pacing and placed his hands on his hips. "But I'm not sure how Dianna is going to take it."
"Dianna isn't going to know, because we're not going to tell her," Trychon said, looking at Raezyr who had a troubled look on his face. "Raez, I like Di... a lot. I consider her a good friend. If I didn't, I wouldn't be on the way to Gentes with you right now, but I think you're starting to lose focus."
Raezyr set his jaw defensively and turned his head slightly to the side. "How so?"
"As a member of the Sith, what is your most desired goal?" Trychon asked.
Raezyr was caught off guard by the question. "Where are you going with this?"
"Just bear with me and answer the question, alright?"
Raezyr eyed him curiously. "To bring about the destruction of the Jedi," he replied matter of factly.
"And to do that, what do we need?"
"Power... and money. And lots of both..."
"Now tell me how what we're doing now fits in with any of that," Trychon said.
"What exactly are you saying, here, Trych?" Raezyr asked suspiciously. He knew there was going to be serious trouble between them if Trychon suggested he break things off with Dianna.
Trychon sensed it and picked his words carefully. "Look Raez, I've got no problem with your relationship with the pirate queen. I'm just trying to incorporate some of our ultimate goals with our current ones. But you need to keep the larger prize in focus, too. We're going to follow my plan, because, if successful, it'll be a large step toward those ends. If you think Di might not be happy about it, then we don't tell her.
"You just need to keep your head on straight, and realize that if your girlfriend ever gets in the way of your ultimate goal, you need to be able to recognize it and deal with it like a Sith, should it ever become necessary." Trychon leaned back and twirled his lightsaber in his fingers, waiting for Raezyr's response, and not quite sure what it was going to be.
Raezyr thought for a moment, struggling to find any flaw in Trychon's reasoning, but in the end he had no choice but to agree with his older brother. "You're right," he said and slumped down into the chair opposite Trychon. "Do me a favor, though, and tell me if you ever think I'm getting off course."
"I can do that," Trychon replied, relieved that Raezyr didn't have the opposite reaction. He chuckled a bit. "You know, Raez, for half a second, I was worried we might be duking this out."
Raezyr grinned. "For half a second, so did I."
Suddenly, a warning beacon began to go off. "Proximity alert," Aitchkay said from the corner of the lounge where he had been standing. Both men had become accustomed to his presence, and they sometimes forgot he was even around.
Raezyr jumped to his feet. "Oh my god. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing!?" he said, looking around in mock horror. "Oh right, that would be me."
May 10, 2009
411. Pirates....... YAR! - Trychon
Raezyr and Trychon sat silently as they usually did at first as they enjoyed the brief serenity brought on by entering hyperspace. It wasn't long before Raezyr got up and beckoned Trychon to follow him back to the lounge. Gentes was not a long jump from Hoth, which was likely why Riv-ars had settled there. It gave him an advantage in being able to track and interfere with Dianna and her crew, as well as allowing him to use his own knowledge of the jobs and suppliers in the area to grow his own operation.
They sat down in chairs opposite of each other, then they both closed their eyes and meditated briefly on the tasks they had in hand. With any luck, the force would give them foresight into what they were headed into. They didn't expect any sort of future vision, as they hadn't had much experience in that regard, but any subtle leanings of the force could help them.
Trychon opened his eyes first, feeling a need to discuss any final adjustments they had to their plans to take back the cargo Riv-ars took from Dianna, as well as rescuing any hostages and putting an end to Riv-ars and crew. "Ok then," He said grabbing Raezyr's attention "Let's finish planning this out. We have a new resource, and we need to figure out how we want to use it and to what extent."
Raezyr shook his head. "Minimally. I still have my reservations about having them help us. They're on their own side, not necessarily ours even though they should line up at the moment. More than that though, I want to do this. I'm sure they have taken it personally... but so have I."
Trychon agreed. "Great points. We can use them as a distraction then. They can provide a bit of air support. We'll wave them down when we've secured the cargo. Then we'll send them out of our way. Does that work for you?"
"It's about perfect. If Taggart can divert their attention enough, I can fly us in low and we can drop in from above, and we can work to secure the cargo from there before we have all of Riv-ars' henchmen on us, hopefully."
Trychon nodded. "Excellent. The next hard part will be getting to the hostages without getting them executed."
Raezyr thought about it for a moment. "No clue. I think we'll just have to wing it."
"I like it."
Raezyr got up and stretched. "Anything else?"
Trychon closed his eyes. "One thing. What do we know about the rest of Riv-ars' crew?" Raezyr shrugged. "Not much."
Trychon continued. "I agree. We know very little about who he has working for him, aside from the fact that he managed to put together a big enough group to severely overpower part of Di's crew. What if..." He paused and tried to get his own thoughts gathered. "What if we found that some of them were a bit more open to suggestion or a change of leadership?"
They sat down in chairs opposite of each other, then they both closed their eyes and meditated briefly on the tasks they had in hand. With any luck, the force would give them foresight into what they were headed into. They didn't expect any sort of future vision, as they hadn't had much experience in that regard, but any subtle leanings of the force could help them.
Trychon opened his eyes first, feeling a need to discuss any final adjustments they had to their plans to take back the cargo Riv-ars took from Dianna, as well as rescuing any hostages and putting an end to Riv-ars and crew. "Ok then," He said grabbing Raezyr's attention "Let's finish planning this out. We have a new resource, and we need to figure out how we want to use it and to what extent."
Raezyr shook his head. "Minimally. I still have my reservations about having them help us. They're on their own side, not necessarily ours even though they should line up at the moment. More than that though, I want to do this. I'm sure they have taken it personally... but so have I."
Trychon agreed. "Great points. We can use them as a distraction then. They can provide a bit of air support. We'll wave them down when we've secured the cargo. Then we'll send them out of our way. Does that work for you?"
"It's about perfect. If Taggart can divert their attention enough, I can fly us in low and we can drop in from above, and we can work to secure the cargo from there before we have all of Riv-ars' henchmen on us, hopefully."
Trychon nodded. "Excellent. The next hard part will be getting to the hostages without getting them executed."
Raezyr thought about it for a moment. "No clue. I think we'll just have to wing it."
"I like it."
Raezyr got up and stretched. "Anything else?"
Trychon closed his eyes. "One thing. What do we know about the rest of Riv-ars' crew?" Raezyr shrugged. "Not much."
Trychon continued. "I agree. We know very little about who he has working for him, aside from the fact that he managed to put together a big enough group to severely overpower part of Di's crew. What if..." He paused and tried to get his own thoughts gathered. "What if we found that some of them were a bit more open to suggestion or a change of leadership?"
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