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Barde’s Den, Planet Taris, Outer Rim Territories
So as the music played on auto in the background many of the patrons were celebrating early holiday for whatever excuse. Some ate, drank and enjoy their company. A few preferred to be alone. Others were making deals legal or otherwise.
At a large round table in the center away from the bar stand seven beings were finishing a ‘friendly game’ of Sabacc with a droid dealer. Most were already out of leaving three left to play for the final round. Among them sited in the left hand side was a certain
human wearing a dark hat and a grayish jacket. While smoking a cigarette in the corner of the mouth Kuro Sawa held his remaining cards with the right hand.
The Freelancer maintained a neutral expression so not to give himself away. Looking up from the cards to his competitors, he noted the female Klatooinian in makeshift armor silently sneering at him and a Jawa chuckling at both of them. The others were watching interest as the trio said nothing, waiting for the other to make the first move.
The eye that observes is stronger, the eye that perceives is weaker. Kuro reminded himself. The smoke from his cigarette continued to ascend up into the air in thin lines. Finally frustrated with the pace of the game the Klatooinion taunted in Basic with a heavy accent.
“Ready to call it quits sleemo?”
Kuro Sawa with his free hand pulled the cigarette out of the mouth and answered by blowing smoke at the pirate’s face. The latter growled menacingly but the Jawa next to her interrupted in his native tongue.
“Vala uqhubeke nokudlala.”
The Klatooinian turned her ire towards the little guy while Kuro thought sarcastically. This may get more interesting.
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