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Post by DarkSaber on Aug 22, 2009 20:52:55 GMT -5
Ashley smirked and rearranged her cards. The object of the game was to create a hand holding the value of twenty three, known as Pure Sabacc, or minus twenty three which would be trumped by a positive twenty three. Negative numbers could be created through the use of the special cards which all, with the exception of the Idiot card, represented a negative number.
Ashley discarded one of her cards and picked up another one. Two of the guys threw down some money and she doubled it.
At the end of their turn a player had to discard all but two of their cards. A new round began and new cards were dealt. A player won the game by either calling their hand when they had twenty three, or minus twenty three, or if their hand was below twenty three or above minus twenty three, but closer to either number than their opponent's. Anything over twenty three and under minus twenty three was a bust. A pure zero was also a bust.
Ashley smirked and said, “Well what do you know.” She laid her cards down and she said, “I win.” She had twenty-three and one of the pilot’s looked at her and said, “No one gets a pure sabacca on the first go round unless they cheat.”
Ashley looked at the man as she took the money. “I didn’t cheat,” she said.
The man slung his beer across the bar and said, “You ain’t getting a cent from me.”
Ashley quickly pulled out her blaster and said, “Oh yeah you will or me and my friend will make you.”
The fighter pilot looked at Ashley like she was crazy and said, “Go to hell.” He threw her across the bar and she leaped up and attacked him, but he got away and ran out of the bar.
“Time to kick ass,” she said as she motioned for Wes to follow her.
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Post by Gamov on Aug 22, 2009 21:13:22 GMT -5
He watched on as Ashely easily beat the pilots at their own game, pulling a winning hand on the first go around. Something, he quickly gathered, that did not sit well with either spacer as one of them began loudly accusing her of cheating them out of their winnings, violently hurling his glass of alcohol at a nearby wall while fervently denying that he had lost, refusing to pay up.
Wes calmly took another drink of his vodka as he witnessed the situation unfold before him. For now, Ashley seemed to have things pretty well in hand, flashing her blaster at the belligerent pilot in an attempt to subdue his rage. But that plan quickly fell to pieces as the pilot reacted, hoisting Ashely from her feet with his bare hands and tossing her aside into a nearby booth, forcing a group of patrons to scatter as she crashed into their table, toppling it and creating a loud ruckus that immediately drew the attention of many other coustomers.
Wes quickly snapped to his feet, his hand resting firmly on the grip of his sidearm, expecting to have to come to Ashley's aid. But she was stronger than what he thought for, taking the attack in stride and quickly retaliating against the enraged man, forcing him to flee the scene in haste out the front door. Ashley's quick maneuvering and stamina was impressive thus far in the confrontation as she instantly gave chase, motioning for him to follow.
Wes obliged and followed Ashley out the front door of the establishment into the streets to track down the pilot.
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Post by DarkSaber on Aug 22, 2009 21:29:34 GMT -5
Ashley ran out of the bar. “Now where in the hell did he go?” she said to herself as she caught site of the pilot. The man was not far away and she smirked.
“Dumbass,” she said.
Then she stumbled some and she took off her cloak so it wouldn’t be in her way. Ashley Force-leaped over to where the man was and pointed her blaster at him.
“I suggest you don’t move unless you want this blaster up your ass,” she said.
The man turned around and knocked her blaster out of her hand and then punched her in the mouth, making her mouth bleed.
“Damn it,” she said as the man ran.
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Post by Gamov on Aug 22, 2009 22:29:00 GMT -5
Wes made it out the front door just behind Ashley, in enough time to watch her accomplish an amazing feat that left him dumbstruck. He watched on as a gawking fool as Ashley suddenly propelled herself at great speed in a single bound from where she was standing to meet the pilot face to face, bringing her blaster to bear on him as she landed.
If there was any doubt in his mind before that there was more to her than he had originally thought, there sure wasn't any now. No human being moves like that without being more than just a human. They had to be a Jedi or a robot or some kind of thing like that to allow for the ridiculous feat of agility that he had just witnessed her achieve.
In spite of Ashley's advantage however, the spacer, now probably running more on adrenaline than anything, turned on her and knocked her blaster out of her hand before delivering a hard right hook to her mouth.
Wes unholstered his WESTAR-35 blaster and chased the pilot down, ignoring Ashley as he swiftly passed her in pursuit of his true target, following the man through an alley into a nearby market promenade littered with dozens of storefronts and empty vendor kiosks. Rounding the corner, Wes scanned the market quarter, looking for the pilot who was, no doubt, hiding somewhere in the area. He had nowhere else to really go. The markets were set up in such a way where they lead to a dead end. The only other foreseeable entrance was through a sturdy gate to the right of the area, and that was clearly locked shut.
Taking a few tentative steps into the markets, Wes kept his blaster at the ready, suspecting that any place was a potential hiding spot for an ambush.
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Post by DarkSaber on Aug 22, 2009 23:00:53 GMT -5
Suddenly the gate unlocked and Ashley appeared beside Wes. “I think he is in there,” she said. “Best to…” Before she could finish her sentence the pilot fired a shot at them and Ashley knocked Wes down to the ground and she caught the shot on her right leg.
“Son of a bitch!” she yelled as she felt pain shoot through her leg. That was the third time she got shot in the same leg. She pulled out her blaster and fired at the pilot and hit him in the arm.
“Got him,” she said. She got up and slightly lost her balance as she got up and limped over to where the pilot was. He tried to escape but she shot him in the leg and pointed the blaster at his head.
“All right asshole,” she said as she heaved heavily. “Give me my damn money or I will blow your brains all over this damn shit hole.”
“All right,” the pilot said as he gave her the money.
She smirked and said, “Pleasure doing business.”
Before he could do anything she smacked him in the back of the head and knocked him out. She took the rest of his money and leaned against the wall. No way in hell was she going to be able to walk by herself.
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Post by Gamov on Aug 22, 2009 23:34:41 GMT -5
The sound of the creaking gate hinges temporarily distracted Wes and drew his attention to the door, only to see Ashley enter through it. She started to say something but was abruptly cut off mid sentence as a solitary blaster shot rang out through the air.
Wes shot a stunned glance back in the direction where the shot had originated, readying his weapon before he was unexpectedly tackled from his right, roughly forced to the ground as Ashley practically threw herself at him. And it was for good reason, too. As he fell, Wes caught the brief flash of a red bolt streak by the two of them, burning a hole in the wall behind where he had been standing. At first he thought nothing had come of the clumsily aimed shot from the pilot, assuming it had failed to meet its mark. But he was soon to be proven wrong as Ashley yelled in pain, cursing aloud at the man, his shot having obviously made contact with her at some point or another.
Before he could react, though, a second shot pierced the night, this time coming from Ashley's gun. Wes managed to catch a brief movement in front of him as the pilot made a break for it, only to collapse seconds later as Ashley's shot hit its target with deadly precision. He was able to move now as Ashley forced herself to her feet and approached the wounded pilot, a bit of a limp in her step, telling of where she had sustained the hit earlier on.
Wes collected his blaster from the ground and holstered it before standing to his own to feet in time to see Ashley smack the frightened and dazed man in the back of the head with her blaster, rendering him unconscious so she could search through his pockets and take whatever money he had on him. He approached her as she leaned herself against the nearby wall, taking the pressure off of her wounded leg.
"I guess my gratitude is in order." He said. "That looks like its pretty bad," He continued, pointing out the cauterized gash where the shot had grazed her. "Can you make it back to a hospital.... Or do you need my help?"
His last words were something of a chore for him. He wasn't used to acting the part of the chivalrous man, but given all that Ashley had decided to do for him so far, all without knowing a thing about him, he figured she had earned it. Regardless of how uncomfortable he may feel.
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Post by DarkSaber on Aug 23, 2009 0:23:39 GMT -5
Ashley cocked an eyebrow at Wes when he mentioned the word hospital. “I rather let my leg fall off than go to a hospital especially if it’s a rat hole here,” she said as she tore off part of her shirt and wrapped it around her leg.
She smirked as she gritted her teeth. “Don’t thank me,” she said. “But you could carry me back to my ship. I’ve got some medical supplies onboard my ship.”
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Post by Gamov on Aug 23, 2009 17:06:35 GMT -5
Wes let out a low sigh. Ashley was right, the medical facilities on Tatooine were deplorable when compared to other off world hospitals. Generally speaking, the medical establishments on Tatooine were often under staffed, under supplied and unsanitary. Likely the result of trying to establish a clinic on a desert planet that really only serves the purpose of acting as a trading hub. Most spacers and pilots that come through here bring their own supplies and don't necessarily need to rely on what they might find in the spaceports.
"Alright, back to your ship it is, then." He said with a nod as he picked her up in his arms, taking care not to inadvertently apply pressure to the wound on her leg.
"Now, do you remember where you parked?" He asked with a sarcastic grin. He really remembered where her ship was located, it wasn't that hard to find his way back to it from the bar. He was just trying to lighten the mood and draw his own attention away from how awkward he felt in this situation.
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Post by DarkSaber on Aug 23, 2009 17:45:11 GMT -5
Ashley cocked her head up at Wes and narrowed her eyes at him in a teasing sort of way when she saw his sarcastic grin. “Now you’re being cute,” she joked as a smirked formed on her face. Then her expression changed some as she rolled her eyes at him. “Of course I remember where the hell I parked my ship,” she said with indignity. She thought for a moment and added, “I think.” She looked ahead and saw her ship. “Outside on the outskirts of town,” she said as she gritted her teeth from her blaster wound. She closed her eyes as she groaned and she began to heal herself with the Force.
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Post by Gamov on Aug 26, 2009 22:26:13 GMT -5
Wes set out towards Ashley's ship without a word, his mind almost entirely focused on the future prospect of finally escaping this dusty hole and getting back on track with what it was he had been contracted to do. In all of his time as a mercenary for hire, short though it may be by the standards of others in the profession, he had yet to lose a bounty. And he sure as hell had no inclination to start now. He had been promised a substantial reward by his Imperial contact upon the completion of his assigned task. And to Wes, money was all the motivation one needed to do anything in this universe and he had already set about in his mind contriving a plot to get what he desired. All he need do now was get off this rock.
The trip back to the ship lasted only a few short moments, finally ending inside a hangar on the fringe of town. Wes carefully set Ashley don on a shipping crate near her grounded craft, again taking great care to guard his movements from applying stress to her blaster wound.
"Alright. So, where are these medical supplies of yours?" He asked, playing the persona of a polite and helpful man coming off just as foreign to him as the chivalrous gentleman.
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Post by DarkSaber on Aug 28, 2009 13:15:00 GMT -5
Ashley looked up at Wes and said, "They are in my room in my med kit." She looked at her wound. It wasn't so bad.
"All I need is a bacta pad and a bandage and I'll be good as new," she said as she got up and limped to her ship slightly and went to her room and collasped on the bed.
"Note to self: next time don't drink more than you can handle," she said as she fumbled around in the med kit for some batca and a bandage. She appiled the bandage on her leg and she then put the bandage on and wrapped it around her wound tight. "There we go," she said. "Good as new." She grabbed a water bottle and washed her hands in a small bucket and then she wiped them on a towel.
She walked back over to her bed and grabbed her money bag and counted the money. She had at least fifteen hundred. "This should be enough to buy the engine I need for my ship," she said. "That's not counting the money I'll be getting back for the engine I bought that was a piece of crap."
Ashley looked back up at Wes and asked, "Once I fix my ship where do you want me to take you?"
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Post by Gamov on Aug 28, 2009 21:07:07 GMT -5
Wes stepped aside and followed Ashley as she made her way to her ship to collect the necessary medical supplies. Out of respect, he waited outside her room while she entered to tend to her wound, taking a seat at a nearby computer console. As he waited, he heard her fumble around in search of the med kit, mumbling something inaudible to herself in the process that he couldn't make out, nor cared to. All he cared about was using the money she had won to get himself out of her and back to where he needed to be.
In his boredom waiting for Ashley, Wes sought a distraction and grabbed his datapad. Holding the small device in his hands, he patched it through to the local holonet and attempted to find a station that would provide him with some temporary entertainment. The first channel up was some news report on galactic events. Such things bored him to no end and he quickly tried connecting with another network, only to find that all of the stations were reporting on some catastrophe taking place on Corellia and the Imperial 3rd Fleet's efforts to contain it before it could spread any further.
"Once I fix my ship where do you want me to take you?"
Ashley's voice suddenly interrupted him, drifting down the hall and drawing his attention away from the datapad towards her room. Taking one last look at the report on the holonet, Wes turned the machine off and tossed it down on a nearby table before relaxing back in his seat.
"Corellia." He simply answered, leaning back and resting his feet on the console.
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Post by DarkSaber on Aug 29, 2009 0:41:49 GMT -5
Ashley entered the control room where Wes was at and noticed he was chilling. "Well you seem to be making yourself comfortable," she joked as she sat down in the chair. "I'll work on my ship in the morning," she said. "I'm a little tipsy to work on it tonight and most of the junkyards are closed at this time."
She leaned back and when she did her lightsaber fell off her chair and she picked it up and put it back on her belt. "I'll take you to Corellia," she said. "But under one condition. Pay for my gas when I leave." She smirked and drank from her flask.
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Post by Gamov on Aug 29, 2009 1:34:41 GMT -5
Wes retained his relaxed posture and watched out of the corner of his eye as Ashley made her comments about him and approach the seat next to him and sat down. He left her remarks alone and was just as content to return to his business. It wasn't his ideal plan to be stuck on Tatooine for another night, but, in truth, it might be the best for him. He had managed so little sleep over the past month that a night where there was nothing to disrupt him would ultimately do his mind and body some good.
He began to turn his focus away from Ashley when the noise of something falling to the floor next to him caught his attention. His eyes quickly focused on the area where the noise had originated, just in time to witness Ashley pick up an all too familiar object from the floor and hook it back on her belt. He may not be the greatest weapons expert in the galaxy, but he knew enough to understand that only two kinds of people use the kind of weapon he had just seen.
Keeping his cool, Wes made note of the sword hilt. "So, you're one of those Jedi type, yeah?" He asked rather nonchalantly, hoping she would say "yes". He knew what the other kind were capable of and had no idea how he was going to make it out of this alive if she was one of them.
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Post by DarkSaber on Aug 29, 2009 1:55:25 GMT -5
Ashley looked at Wes and raised an eyebrow at him. "Depending on what kind of Jedi you are referring to," she said coolly as she twirled her lightsaber in her hands and activated the purple blade and then closed it.
Ashley tilted her head to the side and said, "If you are referring to the good Jedi then your answer is yes and don't worry I won't turn you in for a reward unless you cross over the edge with me then you may find yourself at the end of my sword."
She put her blaster back on her side and made herself comfortable in her chair.
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