The Way of a Gambler (Open)

[SophiaM]

The lightsaber drove through the guy's leg and Dyce took the oppertunity to make the wound worse by dragging the blade sideways, almost severing his leg entirely. As the guy wrapped his arms around him and slid one of the darksticks up into his chest Dyce deactivated the lightsaber for his own sake and twisted himself so that even though the blade was slowly sliding into him it wouldn't cause a fatal wound. As the other blade came flying towards them Dyce pulled all his weight down, pulling them both to the floor. The flying blade clanged off the bulkhead but the other blade sank deep into his stomach.

 

[The Balance]

Seeing the Jawa's appearance Anzello felt realived, if he died here he knew the situation was in good hands. Tightening his grip the adrenaline pumping through him lessening the pain in his leg. On the ground now anzello started to rip around the man's stomach with his darkstick saying, "If only you weren't evil you would have made a good ally."

 

[SophiaM]

Dyce grunted and allowed the force to flow through him and he felt a strange darkness come over him. He could see the life energy that surrounded the guy and somehow he knew how to maipulate it. But a greater opportunity had just presented itself. He wrestled his lightsaber around and shoved it point black to the guy's neck, he grinned and just before he ignited it and said,

Your loss.

The saber ignited and sliced through the guy's neck. He'd worry about the blade in his gut later.

 

[Viggy]

Qur'tik kept on firing, a stream of blaster bolts slamming into the Dark Jedi with sickening sizzles. He realized that the Kerestian was probably going to die and smiled to himself, thinking of the benefits of looting both bodies.

 

[The Balance]

OOC: Well I can't say I didn't expect this

As the man said your loss Anzello knew it was over holding the darkstick tight with his last breath he moved it to where the man's heart would and then moving his hand to the other side of the man's chest he recalled it hoping it would rip through his heart and kill him. Then all went blank and Anzello's life ended.

 

[SophiaM]

Dyce felt the blasters hit him and even though he wasn't wearing any real armour he seemed to not notice them. He felt a slight swell in the force just as the guy died and he fed on it. The dark side filled his veins and he could feel his body starting to heal itself but only slighty. As the guy died he turned to see the Jawa firing at him. The pain of the blade in his gut surged through him and he felt that flow of the force again. He could see the life eminating from the Jawa and he reached out his right hand and fed upon it.

 

[Viggy]

((Sorry, but for the sake of one not familiar with Force moves... what are you doing to me? :P ))

 

[SophiaM]

OOC: Drain Life

 

[Viggy]

Qur'tik could recognize the Dark Side eating him when he felt it, but he wasn't Force-Sensitive. And the man was healing himself, drawing off of Qur'tik's own energy. There was probably no hope in fleeing, his camoflauge was already deactivated.

So, Qur'tik simply fired a bolt from each blaster at the man's head with his deadly accuracy, hoping to fry the man's brain and end this quickly.

 

[SophiaM]

Dyce ducked his head just in time, although one of the bolts grazed his ear taking a chunk out of it he was relativly unscathed. He felt he had enough power to get away, the blade in his gut still hurt but the bleeding had stopped and he could feel his insides recovering. With a burst of un-natural speed he fled down the hall towards the hanger, to the Jawa he would be just a blur and too fast to run after.

 

[Viggy]

Qur'tik gave up. He was more then happy to let the Dark Jedi escape. He went to one of the security guards, who had frightfully done nothing during this fiasco.

"Calm the customaas. Use secuu-eety tapes, make file on that man. Make ce'tain he nevaa comes close to thees casino again."

"Yes, sir..." the guard replied.

Qur'tik left him without another word, and went to the Kerestian's body. He muttered to himself as he stripped the alien down.

"Sta-ange weapons, he carried. I sell these to a collectaa, I guess. A blasta, hm..." The Jawa inspected the gun carefully before making a small 'humph' sound and slipping it in his robe. "Next to wo'thless. His kind's clothing... also wo'thless. Some standa'd communication technology, a datapad, breathing apparatus... these might be handy to keep a'ound as spa'es. And... that ees eet! Unbelievable! His whole life, wo'thless!"

Sighing, Qur'tik put all the loot away and hefted the alien's limp body over his shoulder. He swiftly carried it to the waste disposal facilty, and sent the body out into cold space. Then, the Jawa reactivated his PCAA camoflauge and returned to his lab.

 

[SophiaM]

It wasn't long before Dyce found a small ship that had been foolishly left unattended during their stop above the planet below. He limped on board clutching his stomach and found the pilot seat empty. Simple controls stared at him as he hamfisted the launch sequence into activating and he set the auto pilot to take him to the unknown world below. Then, he blacked out.