All the world's a... Board?

[Grace Darkson]

The Coruscant cantina was nothing to write home about, save for the variety of the patrons. Even some of the fabled One Sith would come here. No one was sure who, but Grace guessed it was the Acolytes. No higher-up would dare sully themselves with this rabble. Amusing, because this 'rabble' were some of the pawns that could lead to their greatest trouble.

The people down here didn't care who was in charge as long as they were left alone. And, for the most part, they were. If you pushed them right, they would be excellent peices, doubly so if you could control the press.

But that was irreverent for now. They were nothing but pawns, waiting to be used. But the girl had another goal in mind at the moment. She had a Dejjaric match to win. Granted, she was unable to cheat this one, by reading her opponent's mind, but still. Moves went on, and the fight dragged on. The One Sith Acolyte was starting to get frustrated. And then he slipped up. One mistake that cost him the game.

[member="Severa Everglade"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster didn't enjoy Coruscant, it was just a chit hole where the Sith control it all. Jaster didn't hate the Sith, they pushed more and more customers his way. Everyone wanted medical supplies, or people wanted off the worlds being invaded. The only problem he ever had with the Sith was that for all that help, he was the one stuck with the paperwork.

Jaster sighed at his bar seat, for all the work though, he was helping rather then killing. He could feel the power of a force user in the cantina, after a few years working with force users you get a sence of who and and can't. He didn't much care about it, nothing spectacular about force users. You get them angry and they choke you, you make them happy, you live long enough to see others get killed. In his line of work best thing to do was just give some of his medical supplies to the Sith patrols and make his deliveries.

Jaster was always cured with his curiosity, one day it would get him killed. After he finished his drink he turned around to watched the match between the two players. He didn't sit too far from them, but what else was he to do, no particularly good looking females that couldn't kill him were around.

 

[Severa Everglade]

[member="Grace Darkson"] @Jaster of clan Awaud

Today Severa decided to take a different approach to her studies. The often undecided pawns that frequented the cantina.

Another reason... she wanted to play some 'games' test her mind. Of course their was a majority of the everyday residents that disliked playing such games with her-outside of games of chance she rarely seemed to lose. Still... she could test it against the visitors in any case. Such chances were rare but she liked then none the less.

And so she sat at a table, awaiting such an instance, going over the various strategies in her head.

 

[Jarl Dragett]

Jarl grinned and ordered another drink. Sitting at the bar really wasn't such a bad way to spend the afternoon. He suddenly jerked backwards and slurped the drink down his gullet in one quick motion. Spinning around to face behind him, he surveyed the bar. He looked at the sullen faces of most of the people. Everyone had been complaining about the Sith occupation. Why did it matter? The surge of people gave Jarl a chance to engage in some wonderful pranks anyhow.

Surveying the seating, he noticed a young looking human female sitting by herself. Sensing opportunity, he sauntered over to her and plopped down in the seat directly across from her. Grinning he opened his mouth to speak. "Ssssay...What brings a pretty thing like you to a scrubby place like this?" He hissed his words across the table at her and opened his mouth, flicking his tongue in her direction.

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[Grace Darkson]

As she pressed the last buttons to make her winning move, Grace watched her opponent grow increasingly angry. "You cheated!" he exclaimed, rage rising. She just sat there, quietly studying the board. As he raged each time threatening to hurt her, she studied the minds of the bar patrons. Not much to work with, but there was a pair of humans and a Trandocian in the corner who would do. As the apprentice reached for his lightsaber, one of the men fired, and the apprentice's attention was focused elsewhere. As he moved, cursing and sweating, the Vahl moved with lightning speed, stabbing him in the back with a hairpin, and dodging his swing at her as his muscles locked up.

"I'd get to a doctor if I was you. Oh, and for the record?" she added, smiling, "It's near impossible to cheat these machines." He was carried out as the bartender approached her. "It was self defense. You saw it."

"I know. Lucky of you for them to help." he said, looking over at the table where the men were sitting.

"Yeah." she replied, knowing full well they never had a choice. "Here, give them a round on me." the man smiled and nodded.

That done, Grace returned to the board. Maybe someone would come play with her. If not, she's have to have her own fun. She booted up the table.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud "][member="Severa Everglade"] [member="Jarl Dragett"]