... the harder they fall.
“Oooff,” a dark shadow in a remote corner of the small ally exhaled suddenly, having the wind forcibly knocked out of him as he doubled over once again. He was on his knees in a second, arms clutching desperately at his aching stomach in a vain attempt to hold in the pain that screeched through his body. A vital kick to the head downed him on his back, though, and the man could no-longer grip at his stomach.
“Gerrup, Vonta!” The words of his attacker were slurred by the powerful blow to the man’s head, but the meaning somehow found it’s way through to his brain, and he started to turn onto his side so as to use his hands to push himself up at least into a sitting position. The manoeuvre failed when another hard boot in the ribs sent him sprawling.
“Iah say get uup!” The same voice repeated, closer and clearer this time to the man’s head. A harsh cackle accompanied it, and several other voices joined in the laughter as the man lay at their feet, bleeding from too many places to count, especially in the dim light that was all that filtered into this god-forsaken place.
That was the kicker, though. If there had been more light down here, he would’ve seen the attackers before they shot at him. Just a few moments before, it had been, and the multiple shots had downed him in an instant, before they were on top of him and he was being beaten every which way across the ally.
“You ne’er learn, Vontra,” a new voice slithered through the man’s thoughts, forcing him to look up with a gasping breath at the man standing over him. “You goin down now, Vontora,” the words were becoming clearer all the time, as his head slowly cleared of the pain, although he knew it wouldn’t fully heal for a long time, and he didn’t particularly like everything he was hearing. “You going down, human puss, and you ain’t coming back!”
He looked up just in time to see a flat-footed boot cruising through the air toward his head, and then everything went black.
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“C’mon man, stop while you’re ahead!” Quirrin squawked urgently, pressing his bony body into Thy’s as he leaned over the other’s shoulder to peer carefully at the cards he held.
“Stop worrying,” the head of Jakatta Corp. shot back at him, shrugging off the other man’s lean and taking another sip of whisky. ‘One sip is one too many’ was once a motto that this man lived his life by. Lives change, though.
The bothan to his right let out an angry howl then, and, throwing down his sabacc cards to the table, stalked away from the game, an infuriated look on his face. Thy watched him leave, seeing the angry alien careening out of the Coruscant bar and off down the walkway. Vontora then turned his back on the door, and looked out over the sabacc table at the only player left in the game beside him. The nervous gran glared back , defiant despite the fact that he was losing.
Vontora took another sip of his whisky, and turned his attention back t the game. He had the three of flasks situated nicely in the interference field, and his hand looked no better than it had before he’d ordered the drink. Shiftily, Thy moved the cards around in his hand, looking as hard as he could for any combination he might have missed so far.
He couldn’t find one.
A smile turned the gran’s lips as he saw the expression on Thy’s face. Perhaps he should just give in now, while he was ahead? But no, he could win. It wasn’t that hard, after all.
Then, just as he was coming to his revelation, the cards changed. Thy’s mind raced suddenly as he scanned his new hand, and saw to his ecstasy the cards that he had been searching for the whole game. Plucking them from his hand, he tossed the pair quickly into the interference field. The two of staves and the idiot face: combined with the three of flasks made the idiot’s array!
Thy leapt from his seat with a whoop of joy, allowing the drink to go to his head as he rejoiced in his winning. Quirrin was quick to reach out into the middle of the table and snatch up the sabacc pot, tipping the contents into a bag and handing it to Thy to try and calm him down.
The head of Jakatta Corp. took the bag gleefully from his assistant and stuffed it into a pocket of his coat.
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OOC: This is a character development roleplay. If you would like to be in it, please contact me on AIM at DocMing or via e-mail at blastboat@hotmail.com.
“Oooff,” a dark shadow in a remote corner of the small ally exhaled suddenly, having the wind forcibly knocked out of him as he doubled over once again. He was on his knees in a second, arms clutching desperately at his aching stomach in a vain attempt to hold in the pain that screeched through his body. A vital kick to the head downed him on his back, though, and the man could no-longer grip at his stomach.
“Gerrup, Vonta!” The words of his attacker were slurred by the powerful blow to the man’s head, but the meaning somehow found it’s way through to his brain, and he started to turn onto his side so as to use his hands to push himself up at least into a sitting position. The manoeuvre failed when another hard boot in the ribs sent him sprawling.
“Iah say get uup!” The same voice repeated, closer and clearer this time to the man’s head. A harsh cackle accompanied it, and several other voices joined in the laughter as the man lay at their feet, bleeding from too many places to count, especially in the dim light that was all that filtered into this god-forsaken place.
That was the kicker, though. If there had been more light down here, he would’ve seen the attackers before they shot at him. Just a few moments before, it had been, and the multiple shots had downed him in an instant, before they were on top of him and he was being beaten every which way across the ally.
“You ne’er learn, Vontra,” a new voice slithered through the man’s thoughts, forcing him to look up with a gasping breath at the man standing over him. “You goin down now, Vontora,” the words were becoming clearer all the time, as his head slowly cleared of the pain, although he knew it wouldn’t fully heal for a long time, and he didn’t particularly like everything he was hearing. “You going down, human puss, and you ain’t coming back!”
He looked up just in time to see a flat-footed boot cruising through the air toward his head, and then everything went black.
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“C’mon man, stop while you’re ahead!” Quirrin squawked urgently, pressing his bony body into Thy’s as he leaned over the other’s shoulder to peer carefully at the cards he held.
“Stop worrying,” the head of Jakatta Corp. shot back at him, shrugging off the other man’s lean and taking another sip of whisky. ‘One sip is one too many’ was once a motto that this man lived his life by. Lives change, though.
The bothan to his right let out an angry howl then, and, throwing down his sabacc cards to the table, stalked away from the game, an infuriated look on his face. Thy watched him leave, seeing the angry alien careening out of the Coruscant bar and off down the walkway. Vontora then turned his back on the door, and looked out over the sabacc table at the only player left in the game beside him. The nervous gran glared back , defiant despite the fact that he was losing.
Vontora took another sip of his whisky, and turned his attention back t the game. He had the three of flasks situated nicely in the interference field, and his hand looked no better than it had before he’d ordered the drink. Shiftily, Thy moved the cards around in his hand, looking as hard as he could for any combination he might have missed so far.
He couldn’t find one.
A smile turned the gran’s lips as he saw the expression on Thy’s face. Perhaps he should just give in now, while he was ahead? But no, he could win. It wasn’t that hard, after all.
Then, just as he was coming to his revelation, the cards changed. Thy’s mind raced suddenly as he scanned his new hand, and saw to his ecstasy the cards that he had been searching for the whole game. Plucking them from his hand, he tossed the pair quickly into the interference field. The two of staves and the idiot face: combined with the three of flasks made the idiot’s array!
Thy leapt from his seat with a whoop of joy, allowing the drink to go to his head as he rejoiced in his winning. Quirrin was quick to reach out into the middle of the table and snatch up the sabacc pot, tipping the contents into a bag and handing it to Thy to try and calm him down.
The head of Jakatta Corp. took the bag gleefully from his assistant and stuffed it into a pocket of his coat.
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OOC: This is a character development roleplay. If you would like to be in it, please contact me on AIM at DocMing or via e-mail at blastboat@hotmail.com.