Sangga
SWRP Writer
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Pantolomin
A days leave from life.
The Captain enjoyed the tacky lit bars and the over spill of the Pazaak Dens. Everyone and there mothers knew that you never played in the Pazaak den if you wanted to gamble anything more interesting then money. He had won the contract rights to Captain a ship in a colonial effort from an Ugnaught, an evening with a Twi'lek's Togrutan 'free slave'... some sort of screwed up syndrome of the mind and now he was in the process of fleecing this Toydarian for a rather interesting item. A glass box, with brass corners. A soft glow emitted from within the crystalline cuboid. Apparently it was some Jedi relic, the potbellied flapper had lost all its funds but saw what was in the pot and had given up this.
Hart put the contract, the girl and a healthy stack of credits against the item. The cards were dealt, the Toydarian played his entire hand and came up with 21, Hart lucked out with a cool deal of 15. The next round kept hart in charge, 20 on the nose. The Toydarian fluked a five card score of 20. Then the card were dealt again, Hart got 21, but minus one sealed the deal. He let the little winged bugger have the girl, Hart had a date with his winnings, a bottle and his room on the Yoania. He still new a few people in the Sith... not to mention the Jedi were always welcoming of anyone that didn't want to harass them or wave a saber around. But if it wasn't real... well it'd be nice to check in with the world once again. But one more night in the embrace of Pantolomin couldn't be too bad... could it?
He stood up from the Pazaak table and made his way to the bar, his hat in hand and his winning secreted into his duster's deep pockets. A flash of gunmetal visible for a second from within.
@Breeso
@Nox
@Teila Shem
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