Commander Rhylance vs. Battlelord Bentre Kairn'tel Stahoes

Commander Rhylance

Equite 2, Equite tier, Clan Taldryan
Male Chiss, Loyalist, Field Medic
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Battlelord Bentre Kairn'tel Stahoes

Equite 3, Equite tier, Clan Naga Sadow
Male Human, Sith, Shadow, Obelisk
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Hall Duelist Hall - Ranked
Messages 2 out of 4
Time Limit 3 Days
Battle Style Alternative Ending
Battle Status Closed by Timeout
Combatants Commander Rhylance, Battlelord Bentre Kairn'tel Stahoes
Force Setting Standard
Weapon Setting Standard
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Venue Nar Shaddaa: Club Vertica
Last Post 15 December, 2017 6:53 AM UTC
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Nar Shaddaa Club Vertica

A gambler’s den of the Vertical City’s greatest bettors, Club Vertica is a casino reserved for the wealthiest of Nar Shaddaa. Cardshark droids are used exclusively to deal hands to those willing to risk their credits at the sabacc tables. Cheating is rendered near impossible under the surveillance of the droid's six photoreceptors. That of course does not stop the downtrodden from accusing others of being a fraud, which can often happen before someone receives a blaster bolt between the eyes. The few that have able to use skiffers undetected are counted as some of the best swindlers in the Galaxy.

Cerulean lights illuminate the tables, making concealment during a game difficult. Seated around most of the oval tables are a mix of gamblers from different species, succumbing to their addiction for the ultimate prize—the sabacc pot. Credits are tossed onto the tables forming mountains that draw in fierce competitors with deeper pockets and faster wit than the usual patrons.

Behind the games of sabacc, drinks are being served from the alcove of a small bar. Most of these are a shade of blue in color, expertly mixed to dull the senses of all but the hardiest individuals. Onstage, a local band sets the mood of the venue with an upbeat number that deafens out most conversations. The stakes are always high at Club Vertica.

Bentre stared hard at his cards, before releasing a slow sigh. Several other patrons, a Rodian, a pair of Bith and a smirking Sephi watched the man shuffle his cards again, before placing the scarred Corellian placed his hand on the table with cards face down. "This game is getting a little too heated for my taste." Without a look at the others, Stahoes pushed himself by pushing down against the table.

He had been on a bad losing streak and the day was already growing too long for his patience. The last thing he needed was to explain to his wife how he had lost even more credits playing Sabaac this evening. Tasha'Vel was already vocal about how tired she had grown of his wandering around the galaxy.

The thought of facing the Twi'lek's wrath over the lost assets caused Bentre's blood pressure to rise. He felt the slow pounding in his temples that foretold a nasty headache. That might have had something to do with the lousy music or the blue lighting everywhere though. The thought of nabbing a drink passed fleetingly through the Corellian's mind. It wouldn't fix the fact that he would have to catch it later for his losses, but it would make things bearable, however briefly.

As the Sith strode up to the bar, he passed an eye across the row of patrons, considering where to sit down. None of those seated appeared as though they cared to be bothered. Few in this place seemed to, at that. However, Bentre's eye widened as they fell upon the tall figure of a being near the end of the bar. Dark hair and blue skin marked the being as a Chiss. There were empty seats on either side of the man, a clear indication he wanted to be left alone. The Sith made a bee line for one of the stools. He doubted he would make any friends this evening, but in that moment any delay would be nicer than the inevitable lecture he faced at home upon his return.

"Hey buddy," Bentre affected the most cheerful tone he could muster. "I just saw you sitting here at the bar, and thought you looked a little lonely. Nobody should have to drink alone. It's a wonderful evening." His words got little more than a glance of irritation from the Chiss. This did not dissuade Stahoes in the least. "You know, you remind me of somebody. I can't really place it where. Unless you ever-"

"Go away." The Chiss's words were almost flat in tone.

"Oh, don't be that way." Stahoes put fake disappointment into his tone as he looked the man over. This could prove a mildly entertaining end to the evening, he figured. The blaster seated in a holster at the Loyalist's side caught the Shadow's eye. "Oh hey, I like the blaster." Grinning like a fool, Bentre stretched out his fingers to take hold of the grip. "At a glance looks like you mi-" The words froze in his mouth as the Chiss, who had merely appeared to twitch in discomfort before, turned and slammed something metal into the Corellian's hand.

Was that- wait- a scalpel?

The Sadowan drew his hand back with a shout of pain. "Hey, I was just wanting to take a peek." Bentre hissed as he pulled the tool out of his hand and threw it onto the bar. Both men were on their feet now. Shaking his hand, the Sith unclipped the lightsaber from his side and activated it with a snap-hiss. Rhylance had his blaster drawn in response.

"I told you to go away." The Chiss repeated, his tone still even as when he first spoke to the human.

"Yeah well," Stahoes paused, shaking his punctured right hand in the air a bit, "that was fine up until you decided to stab me. Now, I am going to have to take a bit of recompense for my pain."

Rhylance watched the man in front of him with hidden interest. The Sadowan glared at the Chiss, his blue hued saber glowing in the neon lighting of Club Vertica. Rhylance studied the man’s posture and face, determining the potential threat level of the Force user. His initial assessment had been off, perhaps due to having a few too many drinks, and now he would have to talk his way to a more favorable outcome.

“Ok gents, either calm the frak down or take it outside. I’m tired of cleaning up after these bar fights,” The Dathomiri bartender grumbled, approaching the two opposing males with a scowl adorning his face.

Rhylance decided to take the opportunity and put an end to the conflict; at least until toxin his scalpels were with laced took effect. The Chiss raised his hands in surrender, slowly lowering them to put the blaster back in its holster, never breaking eye contact with the lightsaber-wielding foe.

“He’s right; I apologize for my incredibly rude behavior.” Rylance said with a slight smile, trying to diffuse the tension. “I believe I’ve had one too many tonight. We all know how alcohol can affect a person.”

“You haven’t had anything to drink though,” The bartender unhelpfully interjected as he walked away, picking up a glass to clean along the way.

“What was that?” Bentre asked, his lightsaber trained on the Chiss.

“He’s been drinking water for the past half hour, spouting on about some redhead he’s supposed to meet here tonight.”

Rhylance narrowed his gaze at the annoying bartender, his clever ruse decimated in an underhanded manner. He noticed the Sadowan Force User begin to sweat a little, his wounded hand dripping blood. The puncture wound had darkened, veins visibly spreading from the newly created hole.

Bentre felt off. Looking to the bar, he saw the scalpel he previously tossed aside, realizing too late that it had been poisoned. He began to shake as his fury grew, voices whispering within his skull.

Kill the cretin.

Kill the defiler.

The Sadowan’s control over his mind lessened as the voices permeated his psyche’. His injured hand shook in rage as his inner turmoil grew. Concentrating on the objects around him, without care for the establishment he resided in, the Sith took control of a nearby table, ripping it off the ground with his mind and hurled it towards the surprised Chiss. The heavy object collided with Rhylance, knocking him off his feet and bruising the impacted area of his body.

“You should have just let me see the blaster.”