The Mystery of the False Jedi

[Chris]

Trev Colton looked around the sabacc table. Of the five people participating in the game, 2 had already left. The three remaining players were him, Twi'lek smuggler Tal Noorkat and Bothan Zarkoth Saiga, formerly Zarkoth Saiga'lon of the Alon clan, before he was expelled from it for his unsavoury dealings with the Hutts. In exchange for his services, the Hutts had given him command of the "Nal Hutta's Star" casino, where this game was taking place.

Trev has had a decent night so far, he had made some earnings... not much, but it was the best streak of luck he had in the last two months. Still, it wasn't enough to help him repay his debts... so he had to push for more.

"Gentlemen, one more round?", Zarkoth inquired, with false courtesy in his voice.

"Zark, you know darn well that there are no gentlemen sitting in this table right now", Trev replied back with a smirk.
"No offence taken I hope", he added, turning to Noorkat.

"Of course not my good friend, we're all quite aware of the kind of scum we are", said the Twi'lek with a smile.

"Speak for yourself Tal, I happen to be part of one of the most aristocratic Bothan clans", Zarkoth said.

" Don't you mean, was a part?", Trev added quickly.

The Bothan looked at Trev warily and barely supressed a growl.

"Enough with the small talk! Are you in or out?"

"I'm in", Trev said and the Twi'lek also nodded in agreement.

"Well then, the game is on... gentlemen", said the Bothan with a smile that send chills to Trev's spine.

Maybe I shouldn't have made him angry... but if his judgement is clouded, I can win this hand and score big, Trev thought as Zarkoth started dealing the cards to them.

[Mara]

Having finished packing up her bag, Sulah went back over her ship, making sure she wasn't forgetting anything and also shutting down non vital systems.

"Oh!" she had remembered the datacard that cop had given her. Grabbing it, she rolled her eyes, reading the inscription again. "If I need help...psh." She jabbed it into her bag and left the ship, closing it up tightly. Making for her house/hideout base, she had a moment of inspiration and took up the datacard and tossing it into the nearby jungle. Sulah chuckled to herself as she got closer to the house, sensing a rtue, a native wolf creature, grab the card and make out with it.

[MikeyJ]

Daedin stormed into the small room, startling the three sabacc players at the table. "You" he said, pointing to the Twi'Lek. "You will come with me. Now."

"And if I don't care to?"

"You will come with me. Wether you want to or not."

"I think not" the smuggler replied, drawing a blaster with a hiss

Swift as lightning, Daedin dove to the side, the snap-hiss of a lightsaber alarming everyone in the room. The weapon sliced through the air, cutting the hand off the Twi'Lek, causing him to howl in agony. Daedin looked up to see that the other two occupants were pointing weapons at him. He deactivated the saber, clipping it to his belt

"I have no need of you. I suggest you forget that you even saw this take place" He dropped a credit chit on the table. "There's one hundred thousand credits on that chit. Take it as a payment for the disturbance. And do not follow me." With that, he grabbed the shaking body of the Twi'Lek, forcing him to walk out of the room.

[Mara]

Closing the door of the homebase behind her, Sulah headed straight to her refresher. She had one on her ship, but it just wasn't as good.

Getting out, she felt much better, and went to fix up some food for herself, before relaxing and checking the mountain of holocom messages she was bound to have, being away for a couple months.

[MikeyJ]

He was being followed. He knew he was. But it was okay, because that was his intention. He knew he was going to cause a fuss back there, and he fully intended to capitalize on it. The only question was who would take advantage of the opportunity he had presented.

[Mara]

Finishing her scant, but nutritious meal, Sulah went over to her comm station, to see if she had any important messages. She scrolled through, "Spam, spam, spam.... unimportant, spam, spam...

Good skies... is there anything I need in here?" She mumbled to herself, scanning through. "Wait a kriffing minute... "Delayed retribution"?" Opening the message up, she furrowed her brows. Her eyes narrowed, upon finishing. Sulah quickly stood up and stomped around, "That kriffing man! Still hasn't paid me?! I mean, I don't mind, I gain interest, but I need that money now!"

[Chris]

"Hey, wait, that guy owes me... oh womprats!"

"I'm afraid the game will be interrupted while this matter is resolved, friend", the Bothan said smiling slyly.

"You can't do that! I just bet everything I had on this hand! I want my money back!", Trev shouted, grabbing Zarkoth by the collar.

Zarkoth calmly pressed a button on his wristhingych and 2 Gamorrean bouncers came in, each laying a heavy hand on Trev's shoulders.

"Mr. Colton was just leaving... show him the way out please. Don't worry Trev, the pot is frozen... we will continue this eventually."

"You bet we will, you double-crossing filth!" Trev shouted as he was dragged along by the guards.

[Mara]

Sulah stalked around her small apartment, angry at having been had. She mumbled to herself, "He said he would pay me back. Quickly. But no..... it's been two kriffing months! I need that money!" She sat down hard on a chair, fuming.

[SWFDM the bored]

Snorting as he wakes up Odysseus puts the order through to remburce his ride to Tatooine.
He then strides back to his apartment to wait for his next assignment

[Mara]

Sulah stared gloomily out of a window, sipping a strong drink. That son of a ...

Maybe I should just contact him... hmmm...

At that moment her comm beeped.
"What now?" she spoke out loud. She headed over and turned it on, checking for the source of the beep.

"A transfer.. hmm.. " Checking the source, she smiled. "Well, the cop came through. It's small, but it's there. A little something to get me by til that kriffing son of a nerf pays me."

[SWFDM the bored]

Odysseus yawns as his comm beeps near his bed.
He walks over and answers it.
The tracking becon on the data pad had been activated then stopped shortly there after he was to go to its location and drop a satilite in the planets orbit and then return home.
He wandered off in the direction of the hangars

[Mara]

Sulah was getting angrier. Not only was that debt payment late, but she couldn't find the kriffing man's name or address anywhere on her comm machine. She had no way to contact him.

"Sonuva!"

[Chris]

Trev slowly stood up from the junkyard where the two Gamorreans had thrown him a few hours ago. He moved his limbs to make sure he wasn't injured.

Nothing's broken... but I'm broke. Great, just wait until my creditors find out...

He started limping his way towards his hotel.

[Mara]

Sulah had turned her apartment almost inside-out, looking for some information, any information. But no luck.

She stopped emptying a drawer for a second and stood up. Maybe, just maybe I could ...

[Chris]

It was a good thing that Trev's hotel was near the casino because he wouldn't be able to afford a cab airspeeder to transfer him there. At least he had a few credits left in his room, enough to last him for... one day or two. He hurriedly passed in front of the counter so that the clerk wouldn't see him and entered his room, immediately falling on his bed.