Private You should quit whilst you're a head!

[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska CT-312

Braze couldn't believe Jacen Breska wanted to bet someone else against him after losing more than a handful of times in a series of betting games with Braze.

"I think… you, my friend… need help."

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[CT-312]

//: Braze Jacen Breska //:
//: Attire //:

TK-710 sent her a message to meet up. As she arrived the person in front of her clearly wasn't him. Shorter than her. White hair and green eyes. The Scout finally spotted TK-710. The figure flat out spoke bluntly to him. 'Help?' CT-312's brow raised behind the visor. Was TK-710 in some kind of trouble?

CT-312 approached the figure before her. "You are?"

 

[Jacen Breska]

FRIENDS ARE WORTH PRECISELY 2.4 MILLION​

WEARING:: Pictured
EQUIPMENT: NOTHING
LOCATION: :: CANTO BIGHT CASINO ::
TAG: Braze | CT-312

"My ante's here," he said, nodding at 312 then met Braze's gaze, nodding again, "I got my help. She's never let me down. Now you gotta decide how much you're putting up."

He looked back at 312, "Thanks for showing up, I knew I could count on you. This is Braze, he's a little bastard, take a seat stay awhile. We're winners, you and I. Winning team."

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[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska CT-312

"You shouldn't bet other people," Braze said simply, his tone carrying more firmness than bite. "You really do have a gambling problem, you know. It's not just luck, it's an addiction to the adrenaline high… and I don't want to keep enabling it." His arms folded briefly across his chest, a quiet statement of disapproval, before he noticed CT-312 nearby.

"Oh... uh, hello~" His expression softened instantly, almost sheepish as he gestured vaguely toward Jacen. "Sorry for this incredibly weird first impression. Is Jacen a friend of yours?"

A moment later, as if remembering himself, Braze offered a quick smile and small bow of his head. "Right, manners. I'm Braze."

 

[CT-312]

//: Eira Dyn Braze Jacen Breska //:
//: Attire //:

‘Ante?’ … Her? CT-312 took a slow deep inhale. Not replying right away. Assessing the situation. She could already feel the headache forming behind her eyes. TK-710 and his shenanigans again. From the looks of it. Eyes scanning the table of cards and dice. He was clearly delusional.

Through clenched teeth “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Dragging her into… whatever this was. “How much?” CT-312 simply stood there. Silent and watching the two. Out of both of them, the stranger was the reasonable one. Someone did have a gambling problem. And it wasn’t her, nor the random person. Visor tilted slightly.

"Oh... uh, hello~" His expression softened instantly, almost sheepish as he gestured vaguely toward Jacen. "Sorry for this incredibly weird first impression. Is Jacen a friend of yours?"

Under the helmet, CT-312’s eyes narrowed. Weird didn’t bother her. Unnecessary did. TK-710 unnecessarily messaged for back up… and here she was. Being used as a bargaining chip in a back-alley bet.

A beat passed. Then two. “Something like that,” voice coming low through the vocoder. Her head turned slightly toward TK-710 “He still owes me. So... friend right now… is a strong word.” CT-312’s gaze returned to the stranger.

"Right, manners. I'm Braze."

Polite. Unusual. “CT-312” face neutral under the helmet. Giving a small nod in return. “If this is about gambling… I don’t play games I can’t end with a trigger pull.” It might’ve been a joke. Hard to tell. “Excuse me for a moment.” CT-312 turned around and took a few steps away from the table. Sending out a message to Eira Dyn .

[Incoming Message: CT-312]
[Lover boy needs to be picked up]
[Gambling.]
[Coordinates: XXXX]

CT-312 returned to the table. "So Braze." Holstering the rifle. "What's the damages on TK-710?" Taking a seat. "What does Mr. Breska here, owe you?”

"How much was he putting me up for?"

 

[Braze]

TAGS: CT-312 Jacen Breska

"Well, so far I've collected his undying loyalty, a couple weeks of servitude, and...oh, yeah...fifteen thousand credits I blew on dinner for everyone at the table at the casino," Braze said, smug satisfaction dripping from his tone.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Poor lad still thinks he can win it back. I keep telling him… quit while you've got something left to quit with."

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[Jacen Breska]

REAL FRIENDS LET FRIENDS BET THEM​

WEARING:: Pictured
EQUIPMENT: NOTHING
LOCATION: :: ::
TAG: Braze CT-312

"Everyone's got all these ideals all of a sudden," he placed his head in his hands. "Alright fine! You can't have 312, I guess! And at least dinner was good."

Jacen's eyes narrowed a bit as Braze recounted all Jacen owed him, then turned to 312. "And I had decided you were worth roughly 2.4 million credits. It was a good deal. And you'd just be in the same boat as me." He gestured towards Braze, "He hasn't made me do anything bad. Well, we hunted that one Mandalorian. And he burned me. But besides that, he's fine. I was going to use your void stone so he couldn't read my mind with his filthy mind magic. That's also why you're here. So cough it up and I'll bet something else that's not a living being since apparently that's uncouth."

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[Braze]

TAGS: CT-312 Jacen Breska

"You asked me to do that by the way... you literally asked me to give it my all... And You JUMPED through that wall of fire. I didn't force you to do that. "
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[Eira Dyn]

Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden Lethal Pursuers, blaster pistol
Tag: Jacen Breska | CT-312 | Braze

[Incoming Message: CT-312]
[Lover boy needs to be picked up]
[Gambling.]
[Coordinates: XXXX]

Eira exhaled slowly, her red eyes studied the message coming in from 312.

What had she tangled herself with by going on dates with Jacen? She seriously needed to reconsider this connection if she was going to be dragged into events such as this. But Eira knew that this had to be serious if 312 had reached out to her.

Arriving at the coordinates, Eira moved forward like a thunderous storm. Lightning crackled between her fingertips as the fury burned further in Eira as she could sense something that disgusted her far more than a mere gambling addict of a partner. A Jedi. Her fury was barely contained in her sneer as she entered the room. The sharp red eyes looked around the room as she shifted from one person to another.

Jacen was gambling with a Jedi... This was a betrayal that struck deep in Eira.

Tapping her fingers against her belt.

"Seems someone needs to learn to quit while still behind." Eira stated with a full growl rumbling in her throat, looking over to 312, "any agreements been made before I arrived? Or am I arriving in time to save both of you from the Jedi..." Her eyes locked with the Jedi, she did not care about his size or appearance. He was a threat. An enemy that should be left a smear on the ground.

But for now, she was going to just make sure 312 and Jacen got out of the situation safely and debt free.

 

[CT-312]

//: Braze Jacen Breska Eira Dyn //:
//: Attire //:

A lot. TK-710 owed Braze a lot. CT-312 didn’t laugh. Of course she didn’t. ‘2.4 Million Credits’ Yup. That headache was blooming now. If he’d lost, she’d be dragged down with him. Repeating Braze’s words out loud “Quit while you got something left to quit with.” Visor slowly turned toward TK-710. “Left… like our friendship?”

CT-312 observed TK-710 as he explained himself. Poorly. Eyes blinked in disbelief. First he tried to use her as a bargaining chip. Now, he wanted to use her items for his gain. The urge to maim Jacen was climbing higher and higher. CT-312 kept silent. Calculating the angles. Thinking. Braze chimed in again.

Leaning back in the chair. Arms folded across her chest. Legs sprawled out. One leg hooked lazily over the other. Something faint and traitorous, tugged at the corner of her mouth behind the helmet.

"You asked me to do that by the way... you literally asked me to give it my all... And You JUMPED through that wall of fire. I didn't force you to do that. "

Stars, they were both ‘idiots.’ CT-312 let out a long exhale filtered out through her helmet. “Terminally dramatic” subtly pointing with her helmet towards TK-710. Looking at him. “You jumped through fire?” Pausing. What in the tomfoolery? “You absolute dumbass.” Her words held no venom. Just quiet and exhausted disbelief. “Next time. Call me before the theatrics.” Looking back at Braze. “That way I can record it and charge for the footage. Split the credits, fifty-fifty.”

It was then CT-312 felt it. A faint tug behind her. ‘Ah.’ It seems that Eira had just arrived. The Scout didn’t have to turn around to tell that someone was furious. Feeling the bloodlust from where she sat. CT-312 lazily glanced over her shoulder and waved with the back of her gloved hand. Nonchalantly. “Nothing yet…. Jedi or not, this is Braze. I wouldn’t fret. They have been the responsible one, surprisingly. Been trying to talk him out of it.” Her visor turned back to the table. ”But, TK-710 here was about to win big. All on his own. Without my help. I’m curious to see his winning strategy”

With a subtle shift, CT-312 leaned forward. One hand reached out. Dragging an empty chair back beside hers. “Care to watch the show?” Arms folded once more. Leaning back again. Silent and still. Watching with amused eyes. CT-312 wasn’t here to interfere anymore. No.

She was here to see just how far Jacen would dig his own grave this time.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska CT-312 Eira Dyn

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To say that Eira Dyn was rather… intense, would've been an understatement. Perhaps even overwhelmingly negative vibes seemed to just radiate off her like a storm front ready to erupt. Braze's brows knitted together and he made an odd expression somewhere stuck between a grimace and a pitying look.

He wasn't frightened by the bluster of her words nor the overbearing presence of her Force signature. Braze had seen tempests before, be it on battlefields, at sabacc tables, and in the hearts of people far more dangerous than they first appeared. He seemed to remain unimpressed and unmoved, sitting with the same relaxed ease as if he were merely watching another round of cards being dealt.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips, more amused than mocking. "If you came here to scare me, I'll spare you the effort. I'm not your enemy. The only one digging holes tonight is your gambler there… And if it helps ease your mind, I've no interest in chains, debts, or ownership. Just in teaching a certain reckless gambler the meaning of moderation. Though… I can't promise I won't keep enjoying their theatrics."

Braze glanced over at CT-312 as she pulled up a chair and took a seat joining them at the table,

"Jacen... has anyone ever told you that you should only gamble what you're prepared to lose?" Braze's tone carried a blend of dry humor and weary patience, as though he were stating a lesson Jacen should have learned long ago.

He let the thought hang in the air before continuing, his voice dipping into something more contemplative. "That's the heart of it, isn't it? Gambling was born from the need to test fate, to flirt with chance, to feel alive when the odds were stacked. Some wager for survival, some for escape, and some just to prove the galaxy can't tell them no. But the trick is knowing when the game stops being yours to play."

He looked to CT-312 again, his smirk lingering as he tipped his chin toward the table. "Want to play? Sit in, test your luck. You might even show Jacen here what it looks like when someone actually knows when to fold."

 

[Eira Dyn]

Attire: Casual
Equipment: Hidden Lethal Pursuers, blaster pistol
Tag: Jacen Breska | CT-312 | Braze

The burning contempt in Eira's eyes did not fade with the words from 312 or from the Jedi. "The Jedi are always the enemy, I thought a soldier like yourself would understand that 312. And Jacen should know better than letting one trick and rob him, very disappointing day I see." The temptations to just leap over the table and slice the Jedi's throat... It was hard to resist but she didn't know who this was or what she would be dealing with in a fight. Too many unknowns for the assassin to be content with allowing her desires to lead her astray in the moment. Instead she took the chair and positioned it next to 312 but the side farthest from Jacen.

"Let's make this clear, if I wanted to scare you. I would be doing a lot more, there would be no question either or not I was trying to scare you simply because you would be scared. If I wanted to hurt you, I would hurt you." Eira stated plainly, "he might have issues with gambling but it is clear you are the one taking advantage of him, exploiting him and making a mockery of him." There was frustration in her words, this supposed good guy was the villain here, everyone else was acting like it was fine to trick someone into gambling all their money and be forced into servitude.

Eira did not entertain the idea of joining in the gambling, "I don't risk anything on chance." Eira stated, too many games that involved gambling were all based on chance and Eira never saw fate and chance as things worthy of risking her life upon. "I am here to make sure this ends, now. It has gotten far too out of hand and clearly someone needs to step in and end this." Eira said with a strict, no nonsense voice. Whatever deals have been made were clearly out of line and going too far, especially if she was being dragged into this.

 

[Jacen Breska]

BIG GAMBA​

WEARING:: Pictured
EQUIPMENT: NOTHING
LOCATION: :: ::
TAG: Braze | CT-312 | Eira Dyn

Jacen laid his head on his arms, huffing in disappointment and embarrassment. Now Eira was here and none too pleased about his shenanigans. And she was here because of CT-312, inviting potential conflict over something that was Jacen's fault. This was all because of him, because he was sure he could win if he just had the right equipment.

"That's why I wanted the voidstone," he muttered, voice caught somewhere between meek and matter-of-fact. He hated how small it sounded. Hated the look on her face even more. The judgment in her eyes scraped at him, made the game suddenly not fun anymore.

"Can you two not fight?" he said, glancing between Braze and Eira with a sharp edge of unease. "Or argue, either. I'd rather you both join forces and yell at me than one of you end up dead tonight." Especially if it came back to something he'd set in motion.
He shoved his chair back and pushed to his feet, forcing his tone lighter than he felt. "Although I'd prefer even that not continue. Consider the lesson learned."

Eira wasn't even supposed to be here, and she looked at him with anger and disappointment, "I didn't know Braze was a Jedi," he said, honestly, "That's never come up."

"So far, this 'jedi' has only cheated me at cards. Something that won't happen again. If I can't get the stone, then I'm not continuing."

He looked at both of his 'allies' here, of course they didn't get it. His desire...his need to win at any cost. His refusal to let their statuses stop him from trying. "I'm not letting myself be tricked like some idiot, Eira," he said, meeting her glance, "Once I knew this game wasn't fair I was determined to even the playing field." He shook his head, "all it requires is the right tool, one I don't have on me. But I refuse...refuse to be treated like a mark because I encountered one of them. I'm not a victim. Don't treat me like one. I'm not an idiot, don't think of me like one."

Finally, he looked down at 312, the edge of betrayal creeping into his tone. "I needed your help. That's why you're here. If you're not going to help, then I don't need you. I'm not your entertainment either."

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[CT-312]

//: Eira Dyn Braze Jacen Breska //:
//: Attire //:

“Oh, I understand.” CT-312’s tone was calm. Too calm. “But diplomatically, despite the differences and dislikes… Sometime it’s best to assess the situation before being brash. Good practice out in the field. Especially if the Princess happens to drag one of us along. From my understanding. First impressions are everything.” Her visor shifted slightly toward Eira, then settled coldly back on Jacen. “A good soldier knows when to restrain and discipline themselves."

The tension in the air was unmistakably taut. A tripwire waiting to snap. CT-312 didn’t react as TK-710 tried to explain himself again. Poorly. Voice low and firm “Voidstone or not. The moment you knew something was off—” tone shifting sharply “you should’ve quit.” No emotion. Just reality. The Scout exhaled a single dry breath through her modulator. “As for Eira, if this is what gets you to stop digging yourself into a deeper hole… You’re welcome.” Her eyes behind the visor kept boring into the man. “But clearly, you can do no wrong. Even when you’re drowning in debt.”

Rolling her eyes as Jacen kept using the word ‘help’ like it still meant something. Clearly his definition of help was different. Something in her snapped. CT-312's voice dipped lower. Dangerous. “Help.” Not loud, but filled with weight. “Help as in putting me up 2.4 million credits?” Standing. Smooth and mechanically. “Help as in demanding to use my items like you own them?”

Truly looking at TK-710. A switch flipped. Silent and final. At that moment, Jacen Breska stopped being Jacen Breska. Nor TK-710. He became just another uniform in the sea of many. No different than the rest. “You’ve got a funny definition of ‘help’.” CT-312’s voice was flat and final. There were no more arguments or explanations to be had. Not anymore. “You do all the idiocracy entertainment yourself.”

Not wasting another breath on the man across from her. CT-312’s visor turned toward Braze instead. An amused huff filtered through the helmet. “Maybe next time, Braze.” Then, to Eira. Her tone softened just slightly. “Eira. Wish it was under better circumstances.”

Giving a final single short nod. Farewell and dismissal. She walked. No regrets.

CT-312 was done.