2008-02-27 - Sabbac

Lights, Bells, Clinking Credits! The sights and sound of money. This casino has games of chance for every taker. From simple chance cubes to games of skill involving cards and Dejarik - Holographic Chess, and one armed bandits. Here you can place bets on absolutely everything. Pod race betting is particularly popular. As is the occasional Evocii vs. Beast fights the Hutts hold from time to time as entertainment.
Why not try your luck?
SABBAC: Karoun pays the ante of 50 credits and starts a new Sabbac game.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Algernon pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.SABBAC: Algernon bets 50 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Karoun bets 50 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 50 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
A guy in a white tuxedo and black trousers along with a matching eye patch watches this ongoing Sabbac game with much interest. On his arm is a Twi'lek baby dressed in a bikini style dress with a little fringe skirt and a revealing top. The man wearing the patch talks to his mistress and then goes on looking as he nods at Algernon's cards.
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 50 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 50 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Karoun bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.
The crowd sighs as Algernon throws in more cash and then Raf meets the bid.
The Rodian sits with quiet confidence, huge black eyes emotionless as he raises and looks to Rafael. The perfect poker face, this Rodian. 
SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
The tuxedo man and his babe talk and the female Twi'lek pulls a credit chip from out of her cleavage. The side betting continues...
Karoun sits up straight in his chair and passes a look across the faces of the other players before lowering his gaze to his cards and considering a bet.
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 There is presently a game ready to begin.
 ANTE (the minimum bet to play): 50 credits.
 Rafael Lucian has bet 200 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Algernon has bet 200 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Karoun has bet 200 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 The current pot after the house take is 510 credits.
 This game is on its third round.
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 The house takes 15% of all bets made at this table.
[ Table Serial Number: #8368 ]================================================
SABBAC: Algernon takes the pot of 510 credits!SABBAC: Algernon shows his sabbac hand, ending the game.
The Twi'lek babe sighs and hands over her creds to a smirking tuxedo man.
Rafael remains stoned face. He watches the others then scoffs as he loses the game.
The emotionless Rodian does not so much as smile as he collects the money and folds his cards. "Another round?" He suggests softly. 
Rafael nods to the Rodian, "Another round! And someone bring me a drink!"
SABBAC: Algernon pays the ante of 50 credits and starts a new Sabbac game.
Karoun sighs as the winning hand is determined and its...not his. "Sure, why not." he replies when the Rodian asks about another game.
SABBAC: Karoun pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.
Algernon glances slyly over his cards at those around the table, eyes blinking. "How about a hundred credits, boys?" 
SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Karoun bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
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 There is presently a game ready to begin.
 ANTE (the minimum bet to play): 50 credits.
 Rafael Lucian has bet 150 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Algernon has bet 150 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Karoun has bet 150 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 The current pot after the house take is 382 credits.
 This game is on its first round.
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 The house takes 15% of all bets made at this table.
[ Table Serial Number: #8368 ]================================================
Karoun raises an eyebrow as the Rodian ups the bet before ever even getting his cards. Reluctantly, he matches the bet. "Lets hold off on the bidding until we've got some cards next time, ok?"
Algernon winks at Karoun, leaning back in his chair but not raising the bet, instead looking with perceptive eyes at each man. 
Rafael turns to Karoun, "Come now friend. What is a game of Sabbac without a bit of excitement and wonder."
Tuxedo man accepts a drink from a server and raises it in toast to Algernon's ballsy move in raising the ante.
Rafael smirks to Karoun then moves towards Algernon, "In fact, how bout a little more excitement!"
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.
Karoun smirks at the others. "Excitement and wonder are fine with me, but credits aren't always so easy to come by." he says as he gathers his cards and takes a look. When the bet is raised, considerably higher than he'd like, Karoun takes a few seconds to consider folding before setting his jaw and tossing out his bet.
SABBAC: Karoun bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.
The Rodian looks up and quietly slides a credit chip onto the table, smiling. "Excitement is fun," he admits, moving to the next round.
SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.
Rafael smirks as his cards are delt to him then he looks around, "Perhaps credits are not easy to come by, but they must help you live your life. Life is not worth it if you do not live." With that he throws a pile of chips into the pot.
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 300 credits, driving up the pot.
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 There is presently a game ready to begin.
 ANTE (the minimum bet to play): 50 credits.
 Rafael Lucian has bet 650 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Algernon has bet 450 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Karoun has bet 350 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 The current pot after the house take is 1232 credits.
 This game is on its second round.
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 The house takes 15% of all bets made at this table.
[ Table Serial Number: #8368 ]================================================
SABBAC: Algernon bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.
 
"You're a confident man," Algernon says quietly, thinking. Then he slides another credit chip across the table and smiles cheerfully. "Credits do not come easily. I do hope violence doesn't befall the winner of this hand." 
Rafael eyes Algernon a bit warily now. He moves his thigh to make sure that his blaster rifle is still where he put it in case he needed it.
==============================================================[ SABBAC TABLE ]
 There is presently a game ready to begin.
 ANTE (the minimum bet to play): 50 credits.
 Rafael Lucian has bet 650 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Algernon has bet 650 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Karoun has bet 350 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 The current pot after the house take is 1402 credits.
 This game is on its second round.
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 The house takes 15% of all bets made at this table.
[ Table Serial Number: #8368 ]================================================
Karoun shakes his head. "Maybe, but some of us gotta eat." Still, Karoun tosses out his creds to match the bet.
SABBAC: Karoun bets 300 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
The Rodian stares across the table at Rafael unabashedly, then smiles to Karoun. "Excellent."
Rafael smirks and nods his head towards Karoun. His eyes do not leave the Rodian though, "Indeed. You show spirit."
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian takes the pot of 1657 credits!SABBAC: Algernon shows his sabbac hand, ending the game.
Kerrick walks through the casino and slows as he passes by the table... He glances Algernon before moving on.
As the game comes to an end, Rafael smirks as he comes up the winner, "A very good game, gentlemen. Must say, I was a bit worried there for a moment.
A tongue brushes over sharp teeth as Algernon looks up to Rafael and smiles. "Good hand. A shame, to lose so much money. Again?" 
The tuxedo man and his Twi'lek mistress watch all this with smiles as they enjoy the thrill of the game.
Rafael turns slowly towards Karoun, "What do you say, kind sir? Are you up for another round of play?"
Karoun tosses his cards onto the table and pushes his chair back. "Well, I'm done for awhile. Good game, guys." he says before standing and moving away from the table.
Black eyes lift to regard Karoun as he moves, and then he glances over to Rafael. "Well. Can I win some of my money back, friend?"
White Tuxedo Man sits down at the empty chair and looks at the other two players. "I am a man who likes to live dangerously. Will you two gentlemen provide me with life and death?"
Dark eyes flit coolly across the table. "I can provide you with death," Algernon murmurs.
White Tuxedo Man gets up slowly as he reaches into his jacket. "You boys play your own game. Me and my girl will play ours." He walks back to his mistress and they disappear into the crowd.
Rafael turns back to the Rodian and nods, "Indeed. I would enjoy another game."
"Hey, you asked," Algernon says smoothly to the man in the tuxedo. "How am I supposed to take such a question? I cannot provide you something you already have -- life. But I can give you something you don't have; death." He looks back to Rafael and smiles emptily. "Splendid." 
SABBAC: Algernon pays the ante of 50 credits and starts a new Sabbac game.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 20 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 40 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 40 credits, driving up the pot.
Rafael looks across the table at the Rodian. He smiles as the cards are delt then he throws a credit chip onto the pot at the center of the table.
Algernon looks at his hand quietly. "What a shame," he murmurs, matching Rafael's bet.
SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
Rafael looks to his cards once then his eyes return to Algernon. Quietly he picks up a chip and throws it to the rest of them
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
A green hand flits an equal amount of credit chips across the table and Algernon advances to the next round, watching Rafael with a smile on his face. Then he throws in more.
SABBAC: Algernon bets 500 credits, driving up the pot.
Rafael returns the look and the smile. He does not hesitate as he reaches for his chips and throws his bet into the pot. They fall down, but make a bit more noise then the Rodian's bet.
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 700 credits, driving up the pot.
An eyebrow raises, but it is the only sign of surprise on the Rodian's face. "You are a /very/ confident man," he says with a sharp-toothed smile, sliding the credits across and revealing his cards. 
SABBAC: Algernon bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon takes the pot of 1785 credits!SABBAC: Algernon shows his sabbac hand, ending the game.
After a while of standing around and watching the table, a lonely looking pilot makes his way over. The young Corellian takes a seat at the table, drawing out a small stack of cred-chips and setting them in front of him. "Evening, gentlemen," he says in a slight accent. "Hope you don't mind another player. If nothing else, it will increase someone else's winnings." He beams a smile and antes up.
SABBAC: Axel pays the ante of 50 credits and starts a new Sabbac game.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Algernon pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.
Rafael watches the new man sit down at the table, "Welcome stranger. I hope you know the kind of battle you are getting in the middle of."
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.
Rafael throws some chips onto the table, the entire time watching the Rodian.
Solid black eyes regard Axel carefully for a few moments, and then Algernon smiles brightly at the man -- an empty smile that does not extend to harsh eyes. "Welcome. We play high-stakes, my friend." Then he turns to regard Rafael, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not the first to bet without seeing my cards, I see." He matches the bet and looks expectantly to Axel.
SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Axel bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.
Rafael smirks, "You were the first to bet without looking at your cards. I just like your style."
SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
Windy watches the players with awe on his face. He silently mouthes: "so many credits."
Regarding his cards for a few moments, Rafael then turns to look at the Rodian carefully. He then moves his blue eyes toward the other man at the table. Nodding as if he decided something he reaches for his chips and throws a few down on the table.
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 150 credits, driving up the pot.
Algernon blinks quietly, and then shrugs his vested shoulders and casually lays the credits on the table. "I like my style too," he says with a smile.
SABBAC: Algernon bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.
Axel takes a look at his own hand, squints his eyes a bit and does some mental calculation, only using his fingers a couple of times before tossing in a few credits. "I'll call and raise." He had a longshot hand, but he was bored, and boredom never suited the young pilot well.
SABBAC: Axel bets 250 credits, driving up the pot.
Chuckling, the man just simply nods. Rafael goes to his pile and throws in the chips to match the bet.
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 50 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Axel bets 50 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
"Steady on until we at least move on to the next round," Algernon says with a laugh, advancing the round.
Rafael simply nods as his new cards come to him. He looks between the other gentelmen as he throws out some credits.
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 500 credits, driving up the pot.
Reaching into his pocket, not even lifting his next card to see it, Axel pulls out a nico-stick and lights it, blowing a thin whisp of smoke into the air above him. He then tosses a few creds into the pot to keep the bets rolling.
SABBAC: Axel bets 500 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 500 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
An eyebrow shoots up -- high stakes for real, now. Algernon tosses the credits across the table, but smiles unhappily.
SABBAC: Algernon takes the pot of 2422 credits!SABBAC: Algernon shows his sabbac hand, ending the game.
Rafael sighs as the game comes to an end. Shaking his head he nods to the Rodian, "A good series of games, my friend. Quite good and exciting. But I am hungry. Perhaps you will be around later for another game or two?"
Axel looks to his dwindling stack of cred chips and then to those at the table. "Guess I'll play another hand or two," he smirks and leans back in his seat, as one of the competitors stands to leave. He takes a long drag from the nico-stick and exhales sharply, blowing the lightly spice-scented smoke into the air.
SABBAC: Axel pays the ante of 50 credits and starts a new Sabbac game.
The Rodian smiles pleasantly to himself, collecting the credits and folding his cards casually on the table. "Of course, my friend. I don't have enough credits for a ship yet." He looks to Axel and smiles, anteing up. 
SABBAC: Algernon pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
Axel, well he has enough creds for a ship, but he wants a good ship, so he presses on. Taking a look at his hand, he smirks and tosses a few cred chips into the pot on top of his ante. "Well, good luck with that, my friend," he says to the Rodian.
SABBAC: Axel bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
"I hope you have deep pockets," Algernon says, black eyes blinking lazily at Axel as he matches the man's bet.
"Well," Axel says as he looks at the new card, "I'll be the honorable and allow you to place the first bet for this round. Let's see how your luck holds out, and how many hands I can lose in a row." He was being brave and foolish, all at once, but his heritage and breeding almost forced a bit of cockiness to the surface.
SABBAC: Algernon bets 50 credits, driving up the pot.
"I'm in a conservative mood," Algernon says with a faint smile, looking across the table to Axel. "Something tells me you have a trick up your sleeve."
"Well, I'm not so conservative," he says with a smirk tossing most of his remaining creds on the table. "Let's see if I walk away or gain back my creds from the last hand."
SABBAC: Axel bets 1000 credits, driving up the pot.
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 There is presently a game ready to begin.
 ANTE (the minimum bet to play): 50 credits.
 Algernon has bet 300 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Axel has bet 1250 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 The current pot after the house take is 1317 credits.
 This game is on its second round.
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 The house takes 15% of all bets made at this table.
[ Table Serial Number: #8368 ]================================================
"A thousand?" Algernon eyebrows raise way up, and he just sighs and lays his cards down.
SABBAC: Axel takes the pot of 1317 credits!SABBAC: Algernon folds his sabbac hand, leaving this round of play.Axel is declared the winner of the hand!
Ax sighs, taking the credits from the center of the table. "Too rich for your blood, I take it," Axel says with a cocky smile on his face. "There's always next hand for me to try my luck on. That is, if you are game for it."
"I'm always game for it," Algernon says with a wide smile. "I just didn't like the cards." He antes up, nodding across the table to the man as he watches him carefully. "Where are you from, to have so much money?"
SABBAC: Algernon pays the ante of 50 credits and starts a new Sabbac game.SABBAC: Axel pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
"Corellia," Axel replies. "I wouldn't say I have a ton of money, not by any means, but I've been saving for a ship or three." He chuckles, taking another drag from his nico-stick and looks at his cards before tossing in a few chips.
SABBAC: Axel bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
"Saving up for three ships?" Algernon smiles widely and slides a credit chip across the table, leaning back in the chair with a self-satisfied look on his face. "I could use some of that."
SABBAC: Algernon bets 3000 credits, driving up the pot.
Axel's eyes bulge a bit as he sees the creds tossed on the table. "I'd be hard pressed to match that and still be able to afford a shuttle off planet. I said I was saving for," he pauses to gulp and count his remaining creds, "never said I could afford them." With that said, he lays his cards down and pushes them into the pot. "Too rich for my blood."
SABBAC: Algernon takes the pot of 2805 credits!SABBAC: Axel folds his sabbac hand, leaving this round of play.Algernon is declared the winner of the hand!
SABBAC: Algernon pays the ante of 50 credits and starts a new Sabbac game.SABBAC: Axel pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
"I thought you were daring," Algernon says with a sigh. "I ended up losing credits on that one." The smile is flat, a bit of anger in the black eyes. "How unfortunate."
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 There is presently a game ready to begin.
 ANTE (the minimum bet to play): 50 credits.
 Algernon has bet 50 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Axel has bet 50 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 The current pot after the house take is 85 credits.
 This game is on its first round.
 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
 The house takes 15% of all bets made at this table.
[ Table Serial Number: #8368 ]================================================
SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.
"Yeah, how unfortunate," Axel says as he antes up and recieves his first card. Taking a peek, he tosses in several cred chips. "I may be daring, but I know better than to bet high on a truly losing hand. My sabbac face isn't good enough, and I know it."
SABBAC: Axel bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
The Rodian smiles flatly. "I see. Maybe I was bluffing too?" He winks and meets the raise, then raises more, leaning back. "Corellia, huh."
SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.
"Yeah, haven't been back in a while, but that's where I was born at least." As he speaks, he looks at his cards and tosses a few creds on the table. "I've spent more time in space than Coronet, but I guess I still qualify as being from there." He tosses in a few more creds onto the table, after having done the mental math. "Do I need to even bother asking about you?"
SABBAC: Axel bets 700 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 600 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
Fukiyama comes out of the repulsorlift to the main area of the casino. The silver grey haired man looks rather passive, as if he's drugged. He wanders over to the Sabbac tables and notices a hand in progress and he stops to watch with interest reflected in his aqua eyes.
"Me?" The Rodian smiles thinly. "I'm Gnotta Creem'nal. I hear everything there is to hear, and I see everything there is to see, and what I don't see I find, and what I don't hear I listen for." His head tilts slightly to the side, teeth showing.
"Well, what I don't see is you showing your hand, so I'll bring up the stakes a little more." Axel tosses in a few more creds, win or lose he was planning this as his last hand.
Watching the game in play, the young Windom Kambei glances up at the new arrival. He looks almost startled as he recognizes the silver hair, the aqua eyes and the sharp face.
SABBAC: Axel bets 1000 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon bets 1000 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Axel takes the pot of 3315 credits!SABBAC: Algernon shows his sabbac hand, ending the game.
Fukiyama smiles pleasantly at the flip of the cards and he goes over towards an empty chair at the table and sinks down into it. Reaching under his serape, he pulls out something and puts it down in front of him, credits. "I wanna play."
SABBAC: Fukiyama pays the ante of 50 credits and starts a new Sabbac game.SABBAC: Algernon pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Axel pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Rafael Lucian pays the ante of 50 credits to join the Sabbac game.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
Fukiyama looks at the cards placed before him without much understanding. He pushes forward all of his credits that he has before him. "Four hundred!"
SABBAC: Fukiyama bets 350 credits, driving up the pot.
Rafael takes up his seat once more at the table carrying a drink. Rubbing his stomach he nods to the Rodian, "I do enjoy the food on this planet. Now, is it still high stakes?" His eyes are drawn to Fukiyama, "I...um, I suppose it is.
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 350 credits, driving up the pot.
Black eyes watch the table quietly as Algernon loses all his winnings; green shoulders shrug cheerfully. "You've got some luck." He looks across to Fukiyama and smiles flatly, invitingly. "I suppose it is, yes. I need to win back my money. A fickle game, Sabbac. So ..." a hand touches the blaster at his hip. "... very fickle."
SABBAC: Algernon bets 350 credits, driving up the pot.
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 There is presently a game ready to begin.
 ANTE (the minimum bet to play): 50 credits.
 Rafael Lucian has bet 400 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Algernon has bet 400 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Axel has bet 50 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 Fukiyama has bet 400 credits. Guess: He has a [okay] chance.
 The current pot after the house take is 1062 credits.
 This game is on its first round.
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 The house takes 15% of all bets made at this table.
[ Table Serial Number: #8368 ]================================================
Axel looks to the newcomer, then to the cards in his hands. "I'll call and raise." He reaches for his creds, then notices the Rodian's hand going towards the blaster, deciding it would be better, with his current hand, to not raise too much.
SABBAC: Axel bets 600 credits, driving up the pot.
Rafael looks to the the others then shakes his head, "Quite high stakes." With that he throws in more credits to match the bet.
Fukiyama looks at the new bet and then at his cards. A grim fire starts burning behind his eyes as he slaps down his cards. "FOLD!" He mutters under his breath...
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 250 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Fukiyama folds his sabbac hand, leaving this round of play.SABBAC: Algernon bets 250 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
As Fukiyama folds out of the game, Windom's hand slowly goes to his blaster and he steps back, giving himself room.
Algernon looks across at Fukiyama and smiles wickedly, the blaster pulled out of his hip holster and hidden dexterously beneath the table in his hand. "I see your bet. Let's see how long your luck runs, human."
Ax looks at the fresh card dealt to him, and then to the modest stack of creds beside him. "it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt," Ax says with a smile, knowing better than to anger the predatorial alien. "I guess luck was with me on the last hand. I'll alow you to place your bets."
Rafael's eyes narrow as he watches the ongoing drivel. He assumed the Rodian was talking to the other human at the table. So he simply reaches for his chips and throws his bet on the table.
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.
Fukiyama's body starts to tense as he sits in his chair and looks at all the credits on the table with his aqua eyes. His hands become fists and then relax before repeating themselves as insanity grows. "Damned cards... Big shots..."
SABBAC: Algernon bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Axel bets 100 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon deals the next round of cards, moving the sabbac game along.
"Further bets, gentlemen?" Algernon says, gaze shifting to Fukiyama.
Windom watches the game closely. Algernon is playing one-handed. And Fukiyama's eyes!
Ax looks at his final card, tempted as he is to bet high, he keeps his wager more modest than in previous hands, tossing in a couple hundred instead of the thousand or more. "Let's see how this plays out, shall we?"
SABBAC: Axel bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.
A datapad in hand, Okran looks around. He gestures his guards in motions. "Find Lucian. Cap'n Twain, follow me.", he orders his men. They nod and scatter, two by two.
Okran strides through the rows, comparing faces with the image on the datapad's screen.
Lip curling, Algernon flings another two hundred onto the table with his free hand, finger tightening around the trigger of his blaster.
SABBAC: Algernon bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.
Rafael's eyes travel to the being muttering in his seat. Simply staring blankly he says, "That is up to you, Rodian but..." He trails off as he sees the human draw his weapon from off to the side. Scooting back in his chair his hand reaches for his own blaster rifle. Sitting there he nods and throws a pair of chips the distance to the table, "200.."
SABBAC: Rafael Lucian bets 200 credits, driving up the pot.SABBAC: Algernon takes the pot of 2762 credits!SABBAC: Algernon shows his sabbac hand, ending the game.
Axel's jaw drops. He was sure of his hand, even if it wasn't pure sabbac it had high odds. "Well, I believe that is all for me, gentlemen." He smiles and looks to the Rodian, "Thank you for a well played hand, my friend." He then stands, dropping his remaining creds into a pocket on his flight suit.
Fukiyama's fey eyes start to almost glow and then suddenly he starts shouting at the top of his lungs, "DAMN THE MAN, DAMN THE MAN, DAMN THE MAN!" He reaches out and overturns the table before sliding out a fist at the player closest to him. "DAMN THE MAN!"
COMBAT: Fukiyama lashes out at Algernon's head with his fists!COMBAT: Algernon raises his Merr Sonn DSZ Shock Pistol to fire, but Fukiyama moderately wounds his head.
Standing sharply, Rafael's chair falls behind him. In a quick motion, his hand already on the weapon he pulls it from his coat. Raising the repeater he points it towards Fuk and the Rodian.
Seeing the fight break out at the table, Axel does what any body with his skills would do, and moves as fast as he can away from the table and towards the bar. He may not be much of a combatant, but he always enjoyed watching a good fight.
Expecting an attack, Algernon's pistol lifts -- but it is not quite fast enough, the fist striking him on his large Rodian head. Grunting, Algernon leans back and stumbles, pistol lifting as his lips curl angrily, pointing the pistol and squeezing the trigger ruthlessly.
COMBAT: Algernon fires his Merr Sonn DSZ Shock Pistol at Fukiyama!COMBAT: Fukiyama dodges Algernon's blaster bolt.
As Fukiyama attacks, Windom doesn't hesitate. His right hand draws his blade from his left wrist sheath. Holding both blade and fist up, he lets out a deafening cry! "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Fukiyama ducks out his chair right in time as a blaster bolt streaks by where he was sitting just a moment before. The man's words now are loud and composed of gibberish as he ducks into the crowd and starts for the door, moving quickly out of sight behind a row of pretty little Twi'leks on a leash.
Rafael smirks as his blaster rifle is held in his hand. He looks between the two. As they fight his mind works. He knows Fukiyama, even if Rafael is out of his armor he must help his fellow soldier. With that he turns his repeater onto Algernon. With a squeeze of the trigger he fires a bolt at Algernon.
COMBAT: Rafael Lucian fires his Merr Sonn TM8 Repeater at Algernon!COMBAT: Algernon raises his Merr Sonn DSZ Shock Pistol to fire, but Rafael Lucian's blaster bolt hits and grievously wounds him.
Captain Korcha Nuvamai enters the Saloon, an armored commander, following in suit...well, actually, not in suits, are his Trandoshan bodyguards. As always there are an excessive amount of them, because Korcha is a crazy murderer and frankly, he's itching for a fight.
He strolls in and his minions scatter about, for the most part, only a personal squad staying in rank and file for their leader, and his guest. Walking alongside the man is a precious raven-haired woman, the icing to his cake.
Windom's eyes glance around quickly, trying to find Fukiyama. Guided by an unseen Force, he tracks the man behind the Twi'leks. Windom takes a step in that direction to chase after.
Fukiyama grabs a screaming Twi'lek girl by one of her lekku and then pulls her over in front him. With an arm around her waist and another around her neck, he looks back at Windom and cries out, "DAMN THE MAN, YOU'RE THE MAN! Get away or I do this bitch!"
As blaster bolts start flying, Axel's pace towards the bar picks up. Ducking behind the nearest durasteel or heavy marble object he can, he motions for a waitress, wishing to order a drink. Of course, his motioning goes unanswered, much to his dismay. He sighs and peeks around from his cover position and watches the fight in progress.
Something is wrong. The hairs stand up on the back of Algernon's green neck; his black eyes swivel and he lifts his pistol, but it is too late. A blaster bolt scores into his flight vest, burning the flesh beneath and knocking him backwards away from the table. Hissing angrily, he jumps to his feet, slinking behind a table and taking cover behind it, pointing his pistol at Kitten. "Everybody stop or the girl dies!"
As Fukiyama takes a hostage, Windom stops abruptly in his tracks. He lowers his blade and hand and relaxes. "SIR, please. Let her go. She's done nothing. I'm 'the man,' not her." As he speaks, Windom frantically glances around for something, anything.
A little dinner, maybe. A few drinks, even though one of her poise isn't accustomed to drinking. Maybe some bashfulness and a blush here and there.
No, not likely. The blue-eyed woman steps out of the repulsorlift with a quietly beaming smile...
...to be greeted with Rodian blaster...
Tipped by the echoes of shouts and blaster fire, a man from Okran's entourage stops nearby the Sabbac table, armed with a forcepike. He says something to his wire, on a low tone.
The next row, Okran shouts in his own wire: "EVERYONE! SABBAC TABLE! GET LUCIAN OUT! Do NOT harm him!".
Seconds later, Okran and guards arrive, quickly surrounding the ring of card players. "Rafael Lucian, come with us, please.", Okran asks on a firm tone. "You, you can kill the girl. But you do not threaten Lucian. Works for all.", Okran warns, his lekkus bouncing some as he points to Lucian. Okran's bodyguards point their forcepikes forth, leaving a small gap.
Okran summons Luckian with a motion of his hand. He grins. The red-headed Captain Twain walks forth through the gap, all charm and smile. She puts her hand on Lucian's rifle. "Lower your weapon, Lucian. You are safe. Let's leave.", she whisper at the man's ear.
Having gone outside the casino for awhile for some fresh air and to take care of some quick business, Karoun re-enters the gambling area with fresh confidence and some extra credits he picked up along the way. It doesn't take long for him to get an idea of the current situation in the room. Dropping his hand to his own blaster, he stands back for now to watch.
Fukiyama actually stops, though he still holds the Twi'lek girl close with his arm around her neck ready to break it at a moment's notice...
But then his eyes gleam and he smiles widely. "I HAVE THE DEATH SENTENCE IN FIFTY-TWO SYSTEMS!!!!" And with that, he twists and there is a snap as the Twi'lek girl's neck is broken cleanly.
The two small units of Togrutas and Whipids move quickly, hurrying something along they enter the casino. Pushing forward, one or two seem to hold a robed figure to his feet. Quickly they attempt for the Repulsolift, a b-line as ordered.
Rafael smirks as a ring of soldiers surround him. He starts to aim his weapon at the men but he lowers it. Turning to the commander he shakes his head, "I'm sorry. I will come with you in a moment. But right now, you see that human over there with the twi'lek woman. We must take him with us. Do not ask me right now, but we must. A mutual friend of ours would probably appreciate it. Now. If you're not going to help me, you can get the hell out of my way until he is safe."
"NOOOO!" Windom cries out, horror on his young face! The apprentice can't believe his eyes. He looks away in split-second considering before looking back at the murderer with cold eyes and clenched teeth."
FORCE: Windom Kambei calls upon the Force.COMBAT: Windom Kambei hurls a Table toward Fukiyama!COMBAT: Fukiyama tries to dodge, but Windom Kambei's flying debris seriously wounds him.
As Kitten is aimed at by some common ruffian, Korcha calmly peels off the Marine Rifle on his back and fires off unhesitated shots at her aggressor. It was free of emotion, a twitching reflexive action. As well, in response to their leader opening fire, The Trandoshan army all raise their guns at random targets and start shouting for people to drop their weapons. Things could get messy, if over 100 of these bastards starts letting loose.
COMBAT: Korcha fires his BlasTech E9 Marine Carbine at Algernon!COMBAT: Algernon dodges Korcha's blaster bolt.
Fukiyama pushes the dead girl's body forward and then springs aside as he tries to dodge the table. But its top catches his head as cleanly as he broke the girl's neck and he is sent spinning, dazed by the strike, blood pouring out of the scalp wound in copious amounts.
From his vantage point, Axel watches in astonishment. The rodian he was worried about winning creds from, who pulled the near-perfect hand in his last round of sabbac seems to be in for a lot of bacta or whatever passes for a Rodian funeral. Leaning over to another 'spectator' taking cover beside him, he remarks, "You think they eat their dead, or bury them. Hell, they're rodians, they probably roast them over a fire pit and party." He chuckles, pulling a fresh nico-stick from his pocket and lighting it, just now wondering where his last smoke went.
Stepping out of the ring of guards, Rafael raises his weapon as he sees the the table fly through the air towards Fukiyama. Shaking his head he points the weapon at Windom, "He is a mentally disturbed man! And you resort to violence. Talk him down! Not kill him." With a squeeze of the trigger he fires at the man.
COMBAT: Rafael Lucian fires his Merr Sonn TM8 Repeater at Windom Kambei!COMBAT: Windom Kambei dodges Rafael Lucian's blaster bolt.
The shooting and other various acts of violence causes the well trained guards to hurry Amarant through faster. He is conscious, but seemingly very much injured. His eyes wince in pain as they move swiftly through, the small group dodging and weaving any objects between them and the Repulsorlift.
Windom watches the table strike Fukiyama and lets out a sigh of relief. As the blaster fire starts, he crouches down and makes his way towards the slain girl and her killer. Suddenly, his head cocks and he immediately dives out of the way of an incoming blaster bolt. Rolling back to his feet, Windom looks around for the shooter before rapidly retreating towards the dazed Fukiyama.
Okran hesitates. He sidesteps hasity when more shots are fired. Captain Twain tries to force Lucian down, where they both would be safer from lost blaster shots; she ends up kneeling beside Lucian, with the rifle shooting right above her head.
"Alright, bring your friend along, Lucian. You are responsible of him, though.", Okran decides, looking now both flushed and pissed off. "Quick. Let's GO!"
As blaster bolts start to fly across the room, Algernon smiles wickedly, even as blood starts to pour out from the burnt blaster wound in his chest. Black eyes focusing on Kitten as a bolt strikes the slot machine in front of him, the Rodian bears his teeth and leaps out of his cover behind the hulking slot machine, a thin green arm wrapping around Kitten's neck as he pulls her roughly away, forearm tightening around her throat as he spins and tugs her to a corner of the room. He fires randomly into the crowd, then returns the barrel to her cheek. "Nobody move or this lovely lady dies a horribly painful death," he says cheerfully. 
COMBAT: Algernon fires his Merr Sonn DSZ Shock Pistol at Axel!COMBAT: Axel tries to dodge, but Algernon's blaster bolt hits and mildly wounds him.
Karoun jumps as he sees a table fly across the room and hears blaster bolts being fired from several different blasters. Catching Axel's comment, he turns slightly to the other man. "Ever smelled a Rodian? I bet they juice their dead and bathe in it." he says before turning again to move to get a better view of the action; accidently bumping right into Amarant in the process.
Fukiyama gets to his hands and knees and starts crawling for a fire exit. He sways and then falls to one side as he tries to get his balance back. The Twi'lek girls who just lost one their friends have strangely enough not run away screaming. Instead, they seem to have developed a case of righteous fury as Fukiyama tries crawling through a mass of shapely feminine legs that are hellbent on kicking the shit out of him.
Windom starts crawling towards Fukiyama. He comes to the slain Twi'lek girl and he lingers there. "I'm sorry," he says he in a hushed voice. Looking back up, he sees Fukiyama in a forest of bare legs and heads in that direction.
Rafael shakes his head and and looks back to Okran, "No. It is too late right now. This must be reported and then something can be done. Too late right now. He will be avenged. Let us go. With that he turns back into the group of guards and starts walking away. "Where did you park anyway?"
As if Karma had a means of catching up to him, Axel's comments about Rodians ends just in time for a wildly shot blaster bolt to make it's way towards him. He had little chance to react other than flinch. The flinch saved him though, and instead of hitting him in the face, the shot caught his shoulder. Now, he was the one in need of bacta. Screaming out in pain, the young Corellian drops to the ground, clinching his singed shoulder with a free hand. "Dammit!" The only thing he could do, as he was unarmed and unarmored was try to find better cover, and his eyes start searching for someplace to run.
A thin green forearm curls about her throat, and Kitten is yanked backwards-- her feet keeping up with the pull. The colour drains from her face, gloved hands moving to the forearm and trying with a strong resolve, albeit, weak physical aptitude, to free herself.
"Let go!" the lady squeaks, deep blue eyes widened as she's snug up against the Rodian-- his stink raping her senses.
Miss... human shield, struggles.
Okran points up. "There are limits to the strings I can pull. For now. Repulsorlift, everyone!", the Administrator says. Okran's entourrage raise their weapons and surround both Okran and Lucian; everyone starts jogging. Quickly following after Lucian, Captain Twain takes the lead.
"Hold your fire." Korcha orders of his men, immedietly. This situation had gotten a little out of control. He had just wanted to fry some bugs, now poor miss Kitten was in trouble. And she had been through so much.
"There's no need for this to get out of hand." He starts, trying to negotiate. But his cold heartedness shines through first, "Realize that if that lady dies, you do as well. My Trandoshans will burn this entire place to the ground with blaster fire before you leave." As he says this his Men all raise their rifles at -everyone-, ceasing all movement. No one would get out alive if Kitten didn't.
Fukiyama seems a bare calf in front of his face that leads up to a knee. Instead of admiring shapely Twi'lek flesh, the crazed man only chomps down hard and then spits out the bloody bit of muscle he has bitten off. The girl screams backs off and that gives Fukiyama the opening he needs to scurry for a fire door.
Rafael trods along inside the group of guards alongside Okran, "I do thank you for that, sir. Quite appreciative." He runs into the repulsor and waits for the doors to close.
Windom scurries forth on hands and knees, trying to catch up. The Twi'lek females do not help as he tries to push through them towards Fukiyama. With as much effort as he can muster, the young man pushes forward and stretches out as far as he can with his blade towards Fukiyama's legs.
"You can thank me when on Bespin.", Okran answers Lucian. Everyone aboard, the doors close.
COMBAT: Windom Kambei attacks Fukiyama's legs with his Pale Crysblade!COMBAT: Fukiyama tries to dodge, but Windom Kambei's Pale Crysblade hits and mauls Fukiyama's leg.
As the entourage of guards rushes towards the turbolift, Axel sees his break. Trying to keep as much distance between himself and the rodian who shot him, the human makes a break for it. "I'm unarmed!" he yells as he runs towards the group leading Lucian away. "I just want out!" He keeps his hands in front of him as best he can, his left shoulder hurting like hell.
"Bah gettins out dah way!" Shouts a Whipid as the small unit of guards keeps it's pace for the Repulsorlift. "Move it!" Another comes, still, through the fray the push to board the lift, their master the only concern.
"It's a good thing I don't care about my life or any of the other pathetic miserable existences in this place," Algernon says, baring his teeth as his pale lips curl contemptuously. "Life is an empty, meaningless circle. Life is being ground under the wheels of fortune, cast up, and then ground down again." The blaster clicks against Kitten's cheek, a green finger curled tightly around the finger. "All existence is without merit. I /will/ kill her. There are worse ways to go ... I'm a Rodian, you fool. Do I look like I care?"
The Rodian bares a wolfish grin and takes a step to the door, pushing the barrel harder against Kitten's face. "Three thousand credits right now or the whore dies."
"DAMN THE MAN!" Fukiyama seems to have returned to his previous mantra as the pain of the knife sears his leg. He only makes it worse as he pulls away the blade slides through the meat. Turning and kicking free, he hops and then cuts into the repulsorlift. Screaming and crying, he waits with fey eyes for the doors to close!
The slender Corellian makes himself as small as possible as he squeezes into the lift. He wanted out of there, no matter what. He deemed himself allergic to blaster bolts, and the damn things hurt on top of it.
As Fukiyama pulls away, Windom grunts. Abandoning all caution, he gets to his feet and pushes past others, coming to the lift's doors just as they close in his face!
The barrel of the blaster pressed to her cheek, Kitten whimpers. Words are uttered but they're lost as tears start to well in her eyes. FANTASTIC week!
The lady squeezes her eyes shut, stumbling backwards with the Rodian.
"K...K...Korcha..." the young Vanixian says, eyes opened then as she's quite litterally kidnapped.
Korcha Solemnly lowers his rifle, watching the kidnapper carefully. His Men keep their weapons up and trained, but they were without an order and would stand like cold statues. There was nothing Korcha could do, he had no money. And this man was not afraid of death. How could he save her?
"I don't have the credits you want." Korcha submits, his eyes dripping with envy at the rodian. How he would love to be free and wild, a flame burning until it's nothing but ash. The bastard. "Unhand her and I can promise you power, but ...if you hurt her I will be forced to make things difficult, and quite genocide, for you and your entire race."
The Rodian's black eyes flit to Kitten for a second, and then he snarls. "You seem a mite attached to this one, 'Korcha'. Maybe attached enough to pay me everything you got in your pockets." The blaster clicks dangerously. "Understand?" His eyes flit around, twisting her, keeping the blaster against her forehead. "Hand over the money or she dies. I don't even care. Look at me, I'm a desparate Rodian. You think I enjoy this? I got a wife and kids to take care of. There ain't no way to make an honest living on this hellhole anymore." He jerks his chin to Korcha, winking. "Toss me the credits."
Draven comes down the escalator and swiftly heads for the street, he is obviousky in a hurry to be somewhere.
Windom taps his foot as he waits for the next car. It comes and he gets in, pushing past Draven!
Black eyes sparkle. "Give me the blaster and your armor. That ought to make up the cost," Algernon says. 
Aqua blue eyes contrast this kidnapper, silently for a moment. There were many things he didn't understand about this man, like why he didn't enjoy being free and wild. And why he would start a fight and then use a woman to escape it, instead of dying a glorifying death. If he really didn't care about his demise, what was he doing?
A pained sigh, and Korcha removes his second skin, after tossing his blaster infront of the Rodian. Piece by piece, he tosses his honour over to the criminal. His soldiers are horrified that their fearless Commander would surrender such. Loyalty visibly shaken, somewhat.
Black eyes whirl between the two. "Alright lass, pick up the armor and blaster and whatever credits this guy has on him and give em to me, alright?" He leads her over, arms still wrapped around her neck. 
Kitten, sobbing, does as the Rodian says; she picks up Korcha's carbine, and his riot armour-- her hands trembling as Algernon's still far too close for comfort. A dry-heave escapes her, sniffling and biting back a complete meltdown.
Algernon drags Kitten back to the back door of the cantina, the door that leads to the balcony. Blaster still held to her skull, he nods. "Alright, drop the stuff out of the back door and take two steps back." 
Kitten does as instructed, not making a move otherwise-- hope, maybe, that the Rodian will just let her go...
Korcha lets his hands rest at his sides. He was unarmed, unarmored, and now had nothing but the loyalty of the troops behind him. But even that was wavering.
Algernon takes the loot with his free hand, and then salutes with his blaster. "Nice knowing you. I do hope I haven't inconvenienced you terribly -- I never meant for this to happen, I just wanted to play some sabbac." Shrugging, he bolts out the back door!
Rushing forward immedietly, Korcha examines poor miss Kitten. "Are you alright?" He asks with concern, looking after the fleeing Rodian. "That bastard." He mutters. The growing tension of the army around him is what he should be concerned about, though. The Trandoshans have all lowered their weapons and watch their commander, something looking an awful lot like disappointment in their cold eyes.
As the Rodian makes his escape after using her as a shield and a bargaining chip, Kitten slumps against the dirty doorframe leading out onto the Balcony.
"I'm going to get on a ship and NEVER get off!" the woman roars with about as much voice as a mouse.
Wiping her eyes as she looks behind her, startling slightly at the mere thought he could be in the dark somewhere...
The raven-haired lady nods weakly at Korcha, a more daring glare cast off the Balcony. "We'll get your things back," she murmurs, a pout on her lips. A glance is lost to the Trandoshans that serve Korcha, a rather odd look-- a dangerous one; perhaps best not to look so disappointed...
"Nevermind that." Korcha says, brokenly. "All that matters is that you are safe." No doubt he is sincere, but the man seems to be more traumatized somehow than his hostaged companion. The rodian had taken something from him, something more than just armor. "Yesterdays efforts...would have been for nothing." He remarks, remembering Wolf.
The Trandoshans hiss and chatter in whispered conversation, muttering. A light chuckle echoes from the back of one squad, but it's quieted at Kittens' glance.
Leaning in to hug Korcha, the lady is quiet-- daggers cast over his shoulder, unbeknowns to him, at the Trandoshans.
"Maybe we should find somewhere else... to go..." the woman suggests, her head tilting as her tone bespeaks the brink of tears. Though she does have a very pointed glare for the men of Korcha's for not being more sympathetic to their leader.
"Let's just go... we'll deal with him later," Kitten says, softly-- regarding the Rodian.
Korcha nods. Taking a second to recompose himself. "Yes.. Yes. I have things to handle. Business." His eyes grow colder, marble. "I will drop you off somewhere, away from this horrid planet. Come."
He turns to his trandoshans with a neutral tone. "We are leaving." And heads for the repulsorlift door. They follow obediently, though puzzled and still disgruntled from the entire event.
A gloved hand brushes at Kitten's cheek, all she can do is nod-- tearfully. "I think... I'm going to run out of ... thank you's, for all the times you've... saved my life..." the blue-eyed girl whispers, a hand placed to her cheek. "Now I ... owe you another..."
Korcha turns back, wavering at the sight of her condition. "You... Are essential to our victory against the Republic." He submits, refusing to go anywhere else with his troops in the crowd. "We should go. I have things to do, and you should see our superiors again after your incarceration."
BONUS
COMSYS: (all channels) From MCS Rachnois, A male voice says, "MCS Rachnois, traversing the system as neutral shipping. Request acknowledgement."COMSYS: (all channels) From BZ Stormfront, A harsh, deep male voice says, "MCS Rachnois, this is the Brood of Zergata Warship Stormfront. Acknowledged. You, as all free traders, may proceed through Hutt space as long as you provoke no violence."COMSYS: (all channels) From Fortuna 420, A young, smooth male voice says, "Fortuna 420, bound for Norad. Awaitin' authorization to jump. Over."COMSYS: (all channels) From BZ Stormfront, A harsh, deep male voice says, "This isn't flight control, Okran. The Hutts have never paid much heed to those who fly through this system. We just like to make sure nothing gets out of hand when people fly warships through our system. Get out of here, Fortuna 420."COMSYS: (all channels) From MCS Rachnois, A male voice says, "The Republic haas no intention of violating the neutrality of Nar Shaddaa. We will be no danger to neutral shipping while traversing this system."COMSYS: (all channels) From Fortuna 420, A young, smooth male voice says, "Thank you, Stormfront. See you soon. Fortuna 420 over and out."
Category:February 2008 RP Logs