Sitara Qin
One Hot Mess
Prakith was an unlikely location for the group of academy students to be in. There were only a handful of them here, roughly twenty students and a bunch of teachers were present. The planet was fairly unstable, and they were currently set up in a compound with a dormitory for the students. The headmaster of the Ryloth academy didn't really give them any details as to why they were here; which maybe proved how trusting a bunch of dark lord wannabes were.
After a full day's worth of training, and students beating each other up, the sky had dimmed on the volcanic planet. Many students were still hyper, and few actually settled down and behaved like good students. The lobby of the small building which was normally empty, save for maybe a few staff members, was now occupied by a group of students.
The majority of them were teenagers and gave off the vibe of normalcy. Despite the vast majority of them leaning towards the dark side, it was easy to question whether these kids actually belonged as sith. At the end of the day, they were just kids after all; and not many of them were here by choice.
Still, besides the adamant training sessions, they still very much wanted to have fun.
"You kriffing cheated, you drukking schutta." The young lad rose from his seat and started cursing at her. Tara wasn't quite sure if was impressed by this child's ability to use so many colorful words in a single sentence. Not that he was a child, the man in front of her was merely a few months ahead of her, however she found most men her age childish and annoying. She yawned and leaned forward.
"Sugar, it isn't my fault you suck at pazaak." She told him, watching his face redden. They were acquaintances in the academy. She found him to be the kind of person who couldn't take defeat; the very reason why she challenged him at a round of pazaak in the first place. They were betting credits, and she was particularly sure she overheard him talking to one of his friends about saving up to buy some narcotics. She cocked her head to the side, looks like he was going to be a few credits off from getting high off of spice. "Now cough up the credits."
"Whatever bugslut, you need them." He said, slammed them down on top of the table, the arrangement of cards moving into a slight disarray. He picked up his cards angrily and moved away, his posse tracing after him. She rolled her eyes and looked around. She wasn't the best pazaak player in the academy, but she was good enough to beat most people. She picked up on their strategies pretty easily and most people pretty much followed the same patterns. The trick to pazaak wasn't simply relying on your luck, but knowing how to use the cards in your hands properly. She knew how a player worked after a couple rounds with them, depending on the choices that they made.
"Okay, anyone else wanna play?" She called out. Not only was she on a winning streak, she also had an air of confidence about her that made many people intimidated. She was a young woman who didn't function well in crowds simply because she didn't trust people too easily; she had no problem beating them in a good game however, provided that they played fair. "Anybody?"
After a full day's worth of training, and students beating each other up, the sky had dimmed on the volcanic planet. Many students were still hyper, and few actually settled down and behaved like good students. The lobby of the small building which was normally empty, save for maybe a few staff members, was now occupied by a group of students.
The majority of them were teenagers and gave off the vibe of normalcy. Despite the vast majority of them leaning towards the dark side, it was easy to question whether these kids actually belonged as sith. At the end of the day, they were just kids after all; and not many of them were here by choice.
Still, besides the adamant training sessions, they still very much wanted to have fun.
"You kriffing cheated, you drukking schutta." The young lad rose from his seat and started cursing at her. Tara wasn't quite sure if was impressed by this child's ability to use so many colorful words in a single sentence. Not that he was a child, the man in front of her was merely a few months ahead of her, however she found most men her age childish and annoying. She yawned and leaned forward.
"Sugar, it isn't my fault you suck at pazaak." She told him, watching his face redden. They were acquaintances in the academy. She found him to be the kind of person who couldn't take defeat; the very reason why she challenged him at a round of pazaak in the first place. They were betting credits, and she was particularly sure she overheard him talking to one of his friends about saving up to buy some narcotics. She cocked her head to the side, looks like he was going to be a few credits off from getting high off of spice. "Now cough up the credits."
"Whatever bugslut, you need them." He said, slammed them down on top of the table, the arrangement of cards moving into a slight disarray. He picked up his cards angrily and moved away, his posse tracing after him. She rolled her eyes and looked around. She wasn't the best pazaak player in the academy, but she was good enough to beat most people. She picked up on their strategies pretty easily and most people pretty much followed the same patterns. The trick to pazaak wasn't simply relying on your luck, but knowing how to use the cards in your hands properly. She knew how a player worked after a couple rounds with them, depending on the choices that they made.
"Okay, anyone else wanna play?" She called out. Not only was she on a winning streak, she also had an air of confidence about her that made many people intimidated. She was a young woman who didn't function well in crowds simply because she didn't trust people too easily; she had no problem beating them in a good game however, provided that they played fair. "Anybody?"
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