First Reply The Gambit: Dejarik

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

With a calm demeanor befitting his station, the Wookiee settled into a corner booth, his massive frame commanding attention. His fur, a deep obsidian hue with streaks of silver, gleamed under the ambient lighting. Seated across from him, a motley crew of alien beings gathered around a holotable, upon which a game was already in progress. The holographic creatures flickered to life, their simulated battles mirroring the intensity of the players' strategies. Golden eyes beam at the opponent across the table. This was Dejarik.

A pudgy looking Duros that seemed to be stalling for time. All the while a small gathering around the booth talked in the background. Bids for credits and other items were mentioned and adjacent patrons put their money where there mouth was. Who was going to win?

The Wookiee or Duros?

After what felt like the Clone Wars, The Duros finally made his move. The large eyed aliens Houjix came to life and pounced atop of Grrwunhoooll's M'onnok. A move that made Grrwunhoooll snarl and let out a shriek in Shyriiwook. Houjix were known for loyalty but were incredibly cowardly as well. The mere symbollogy of a creature like that taking the Wookies more honorable M'onnok holo-monster was a insult. Jabbing shaggy hand of fur the Duros's way, the Wookie protested and let out a roar. The mere accusation was enough to force the alien out of his seat with hands raised high in surrender. As if someone was holding a blaster to his back.

It was not exactly the Jedi thing to do but then again. Grrwunhoooll was a tad too competitive to care.

Now who was gonna play?

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT QUEST - ENTERTAIN YOURSELF
Immediate Goals -
1: Find a way to entertain yourself while your ship refuels.

FRIEND(s) - Merely strangers we haven't made acquaintance with yet

FOE(s) - Aren't here.

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Grrwunhoooll Agaburry as himself

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The Sojourner was a surly ole souped up gal, and served as the beskar-clad Lasat's home for much of her meandering from who knows where to who really cares. But even then, she could feel a bit stir crazy every now and again, and more often than not, a Mandalorian would just as easily occupy a corner booth to nurse food and drink while crowd-watching. It's not that she didn't want to be a people person, but when you're just over two meters and just shy of three-hundred kilos, without the armor, you're not exactly a neotenous sight. Fortunately for her, she had her best friend and "little sister", a juvenile Vanquo's Dragon, who acted as an additional living layer to her beskarweave cloak. Indeed, the pale-scaled and rosy-irised Beviin was quite the social animal, or at least, quick to voice her telepathic opinion in regards to whatever struck her fancy. Beviin especially enjoyed prodding the boundaries of fellow Force-sensitives, be it in playful endearment, or persistent annoyance, depended upon the person.

Mercifully, with the pointing of her snout, Beviin accentuated to her "big sister" that the victor of the recent Dejarik game was not an ordinary Wookie by any means. Not that Kebii'kara Solus, trained under Matthew of Valendale , couldn't pick out the fact that the irksome victor was a Jedi, but it was nice to get confirmation. Now that the Lasat pondered, she never really met any Jedi face to face - oh sure, she heard about them, even sensed them in her traveling as the Galaxy's most frustratingly passive mercenary, but to actually see one face to face was remarkable...

She knew, and had restrained herself, from partaking in most forms of competitive recreation - for if one is Force sensitive and placed against non-Force sensitives, one can only lose. This was mostly on account of those who could deduce, or if sufficiently intoxicated, accuse you of "fething space wizardry", there was no way you could disprove the claim. The Jedi had circumvented this faux pas by being a Wookie, and thus subject to the equally wise adage of "let the Wookie win".

The Lasat, and Beviin, had been positively bored out of their minds. But he was a Wookie. But she was a Lasat and a Mandalorian, so nobody would know that they were both Force sensitives besides each other. If things come to blows, or if a perfectly ordinary game occurred, it would be attributed to the fact that both of their species had a reputation for being big furry warriors, schooled in both the physical and strategic aspects of war. Nobody'd be the wiser, and everyone would win - well, besides whoever would lose the actual game of dejarik.

It wasn't wise to upset a Wookiee - but then again, what was the point of wisdom if one couldn't act foolish every now and again.

And so, with that in mind, the Lasat rose and made her way to the table, Beviin acting as a curiously watchful accessory, giving the Jedi a playful head-bob and a wave of her wing. "I see that you're the one to beat, Master Wookie." the Lasat began, allowing her aura to thrum slightly within the Force. This was intended to be a peaceful declaration of her intention, she walked the path of balance, though erred on the side of Light, and she wasn't here to start a fight. A shame that her sister, Sevii, always was better with Shyriiwook than she was - though Kebii still attributed her twin's proficiency in the guttural tongue due to Sevii's lower octaved voice and the fact she ate a hairball in the bath when they were both six. A perfectly scientific explanation to a six year old, and carried on over a decade and a half later. "Would you like to play another round, or are you content in your victories?"