PINKAPALOOZA!! got punched so bad it made Dagon wince in pain. She fell hard like a slab of stone on the ring, so hard her head bumped the canvas twice.
By the fethin' Force...
The Jedi was bound to act, more so out of preserving the Zeltron from becoming the Zabrak's punching bag than out of the reason he had really come here for. No, not to revel in foxy boxing but rigging, or that's what the CIs had said was supposed to go down. It did kind of all line up. As veiled as Yula's 'affiliations' were, Dagon's suspicions didn't just materialize from thin air. He had the detective's flair, the talent and experience to investigate.
But Denon was no Coruscant - fixing shock boxing matches was no biggie here; not in a place where the smell came from top to bottom, the exact opposite of how it was at the Queen of the Core.
And he was just about to find out that there were no good cop roles to fill in on Denon, just like Yula had said. Not because they were all taken but because on Denon it's a villains-only cast.
"
Sir, do not--" Arthur's warnings through the earpiece fell on deaf ears as always. Stubborn as an old bantha, Dagon just
had to change the script - someone had to play the good guy.
Taking long and quick strides, the raven-haired Jedi jumped onto the ring.
The laughter and clapping quickly turned into an earth shattering chorus of boos when Dagon yelled out, "
Alright, folks, show's over for tonight. You'll wanna see her boxing license again." he pointed at Yula with his thumb, "
I'll bet it's forged."
"
License?!" the ringmaster bellowed a laughter so loud it infected the rest of the crowd. So loud that even the Imps on far away Bastion would hear it. "
Here?!"
"
Sir, you don't even have a policeman's license here yourself, let alone a warrant." ever the fact-checker, Arthur made sure to remind him they were not in the Alliance's jurisdiction. Not yet.
Here he was just another idealistic hotshot trying to save a city that didn't want to be saved. Another idiot who by the end of the night would be lying in a ditch forgotten a day later. Just cause he dared interrupt someone's fetish of watching scantily dressed women punch each other.
"
Why in the Force are you booing me? I'm trynna save your savings here."
"
My savings?! I'm spending a choom's late vig here, pal, get the hell outta there."
that was Val Greko, top 30 under 30 mob bosses. Drugs, girls, extortion, you name it.
"
Who the hell you think you are, kid?!" and that was Horne, Director Blon Horne -
top 30 under 30 CAD prodigies. Don't even get me started on this one's laundry list.
Like I said, it reeks from the top going down.
"
Go donate to the poor if you're such a knight in shinin' armor, pal."
"
You on my payroll, bud, beat it or you'll be fishin' for scraps to eat."
"
He ain't even got a tie on, thinks he's some hotshot cop."
"
I did tell you, Sir, if you only had a little bit more patience to learn the windsor knot, you wouldn't be in this predicament of being the clown in a circus."
"
Yeah, I'm pretty sure the lack of a tie's the source of all my troubles here, Arthur, thanks for the feedback."
Overwhelmed by the commotion and the fearful reluctance to even glance at Yula - she was probably fuming - Dagon stood watching the roused up crowd of multi-million suites and professional gold miners having another unaccounted glass of champagne in the pandemonium. Hey, man, it's the world of opportunity, ain't it?
But it all needed to change. The blue-eyed Jedi had to change it, or at least try to. He was doing the right thing, after all, no?
Well, not according to
SEVRI 'SAVAGE'.
She just didn't want change.
Didn't like it even.
What she liked, though, was punching things. Especially pretty boys from the Core who just didn't know their place.
Oh, brother..
Lights out.
He fell on the ropes of the ring like a discarded mannequin. Shaved a couple of years of his life that punch did.
A moment later, the darkness abated to the chaotic laughter erupting across the arena. It was so intense in its mockery, so contagious that even Dagon barely held out from laughing at himself. Socked like a dummy by a - for all intents and purposes - Not!Naked Zabraki lady with a wide so grin on her face that the Jedi knew she was hyped for another hook to send him over the ring. Fare thee well, darlin', Yula hardly knew ye.
Savage put her back into the next one, a one shot to glory. Greedy. She wanted it all in one go, in one punch. She wanted it
too much. Sacrificed speed for power. Made her slow. Slow enough for even a rattled Dagon to duck beneath her nuclear jab, lean on the ropes and use his legs to kick her over the ring unto the commentary box.
In the grave silence that followed before all hell broke loose, the Jedi found the courage in a sheepish grin gleaming at Yula, blood rolling down from his cut lip.
"
You know I'll have to write you up, at least."
If Arthur could facepalm, his palm would've probably punched straight through his skull.
