Carry On Wayward Daughter

[Zeraen Lassiter]

Zeraen gives Varas a flat "Are you serious?" Look that would wither most anybody. Just because she was a scary lady did not mean she was a worldly lady. "Yeah, no they don't. This isn't a professional fight sports league. It isn't even a close underground equivalent. This is a place where you volunteer to fight whoever is in that ring and if you win you stay in the ring until you either knocked out, or no one else is willing to fight you. No one here has a promoter." Reminding himself that ignorance was not stupidity he points at the fight promoter again. "So go ahead and get to fighting. I am going to go put money on your while the odds are still terrible."

[member="Varas Kyrel"]

 

[Armand Temi]

“Finally, there’s some fire in you,” said Varas with a hint of surprise, which was quickly replaced by arrogance, the kind that helps you to puff and swagger before a fight. The clone did not appear to have any other states than awkward and aloof aside from the occasional taunt. So with her somewhat cold demeanor back, she turned to the ring, stripping off her outer-shirt, leaving her only in a tank top and the form-fitting leather pants. Varas even kicked off her boots so she would not be weighed down. She may have been inexperienced in this kind of close-quarters combat, but she knew that being nimble would give her the advantage over a hulking opponent.

A large, male Red Nikto stood in the ring, baiting the crowd until he noticed Varas slipping under the ring. The odds were definitely not on the pale, lithe Force user and once the brawl began, the brunette clone took a couple of nasty right hooks until she finally was able to tangle herself up with the reptilian alien and pin him down. These weren’t death matches, but she’d held her opponent down so long that the referee declared Varas the winner.

Sweaty and bleeding from the lip, she wiped her face with the back of her hand and gave Zeraen another smug grin. Oh she’d used the Force alright, but in a subtle enough way to make it appear as though, through sheer determination and grit, she’d overpowered the Nikto.

“Who’s next?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with a wild spark. Whether she won or lost the next match was irrelevant. Either way, the young woman was on a crash course to ruin and it would be just be a matter of time before she began to crumble.

[member="Zeraen Lassiter"]

 

[Zeraen Lassiter]

"Yuuuuuuup." Zeraen says as he wanders off to place some bets. When the little girl enters the ring there is an uproar amongst the crowd. Mostly laughs and jeers and the betting goes crazy. The odds were crazy and Zeraen could have made an equally crazy wager on her. But if he put down too much and won too big he'd just invite trouble. So instead he places a reasonably sized, but not crazy sized bet on her. Just enough for a big payday when she won but not enough that it seemed like he had an in, just that he was a risk taker. Which he wasn't.

Zeraen had spent his youth doing crazy poodoo and now that he was slightly older he'd taken to mitigating risks. Maybe that made him no fun but unless he was worked up he tried to do things the smart way. Which is why he got twenty times his payout on a bet of three hundred credits. A cool increase and as the next opponent entered the ring he took a portion of it and put it down on the force user again. Her first challenger was a large male trandoshan and the odds were still against her. Most just assuming that the Nikto had been far more exhausted from his last fight than he'd let on.

[member="Varas Kyrel"]

 

[Armand Temi]

For a moment it seemed Varas had forgotten Zeraen in her glory. She strutted around the ring like a prized fighter, glowing and taunting any hecklers, but her dark green eyes scanned the roaring crowd, some applauding and others just cackling in Huttese. And when they landed on him, she strode over, spitting out blood before she spoke. “I don’t see you complaining when you’re winning.” With a phfffoot noise she launched a broken molar from her mouth and went back to the ring.

A Trandoshan was next, and Varas made the mistake of starting the fight with a barrage of punches to his sturdy epidermis. Running out of breath, the clone stepped back, and the lizard rumbled a throaty laugh, remarking: “I’m not shedding this for another two months dontcha know.” He beat upon his nude chest with a scaled fist. “Tougher than beskar’gam.”

And then out of nowhere he backhanded Varas across the face on the cheek side that was already bruised and presumably missing a tooth. Anger and pain fueled her instant response.

Her hand shot out, fingers clenching the air. The trandoshan clutched at his windpipe which was surely closing in on itself courtesy of the Disciple’s clear use of Force choke and likely more than a technical violation in the scum pit in which they found themselves.

[member="Zeraen Lassiter"]

 

[Zeraen Lassiter]

Varas should have stuck around, she'd have seen Zeraen complain a lot after she made a point to come over and talk to him. People might have forgotten or overlooked the fact that they walked in together since when they'd talked the first time it had been near the entrance and no one was paying them much mind. Now though, everyone knew that there was some kind of connection between the two which meant it would make future bets riskier for the man. Of course, that was a small adorable worry compared to the one that came up when she decided to crush the throat of the Trandoshan. The kind of worry he'd much rather have had as the gathered crowd looked down at her in surprise.

So he did the sensible thing he started making his way towards the exit while everyone was focused on her. Because if he didn't he'd get caught in the crossfire as the Toydarian promoter finally pointed and yelled out in huttese. The exact words didn't translate well but the rough translation was. "FORCE USING queen WAS CHEATING KILL HER!" Which prompted the two dozen bouncers in the crowd to pull out blasters and slug throwers leveling them at her. All while Zeraen was almost to the exit only to be stopped by even more guards barring it. "I knew I had a bad feeling about this." Zeraen groans under his breath.

[member="Varas Kyrel"]

 

[Armand Temi]

The trandoshan expired right there in the ring in front of the audience, an undignified death to say the least. This filled Varas with a mixture of glee and pride, with very little sadness for the creature swirling around in her medically manufactured brain. Furthermore the uproar and outrage around her also fueled her urge to kill even more.

As the crowd surged towards her, she looked for Zeraen again and saw him heading towards the exit. The coward! If anything this night solidified her theory that, like her father, she was destined for greater achievements. Power. Annihilation. Immortality.

But something strange happened causing her to put up a quick Force barrier so she was not torn apart by vibroblades and various weapons at the fight club. A sharp pain grew in the back of her neck. Agonizing pain. Varas did not know what it was, but it was enough to make her think of Kyrel. Was it just another bout of clone sickness? There was certainly no other Force user in the room…

Jumping up, holding her neck with her palm, she ran towards the exit along with the more panicked guests and found Zeraen.

“Keep the money,” she said, grinning. “And here, take the rest of mine.” She pressed a couple of credit chits into his hand, kissed him on the cheek - just a peck. And then she disappeared into the neon Coruscant night, the angry, raucous crowd behind her a diminishing noise.

[member="Zeraen Lassiter"]