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 been 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.

The club was packed with patrons when Kristeva walked in with her red wolf Valkrys at her side. The bouncer had been annoying in trying to enforce the rule, but once the Shadow had shown enough common sense, and credits they were both allowed in.

Many patrons were already gambling, and watching the major Sabacc game going. The prize was over a million credits, offered by some Hutt. No one paid attention to who set the tournament up, only the prize that many would kill for.

Kristeva had come to the club to just enjoy the music and watch the games in peace. Though she hated crowds, the Force had guided her here. Along with Valkrys following a scent that had intrigued her.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of the Shadow’s neck stood up, as if the sense of danger or a thunderstorm had entered the room.

Valkrys emitted a small low threatening growl as a Twi’lek with Sapphire skin, armed to the teeth with weapons, dressed as an Inquisitor with a long flowing cloak rode into the Club on a Varactyl. The look in her eyes was that of charging hungry Rancor. The fire emitting from them could burn one, if they dared annoyed her.

The music stopped as the Twi'lek got off her mount, surveying the crowd as if searching for someone, anyone that might have a chance of defending themselves for a little while against her axe.

Kristeva sighed heavily as Valkrys growled deeply slightly twitching in anticipation of the impending fight was more likely to start.

The Twi’lek eyed Kristeva and a wide grin appeared on her face as she noticed the emblem on the Mandalorians cloak, and the armor.

 “Ouu, I recognize that symbol on your Cloak. That Squad was split up years ago.” The Twi’lek said with a slight challenge in her voice.

 Sighing heavily the Shadow replied, “So I’ve heard. What is that you want?”

Valkrys growls deeper looking at the Varactyl, then glances up at Kristeva then back at the Varactyl, as if begging for the challenge.

Kristeva doesn't move looking at the Twi’lek, her own expression masked by her helmet.

Valkrys charges towards the Varactyl and starts snapping at it’s hind legs trying to cripple it for a quick easy win. The Varactyl swings it’s long trail knocking over patrons and tables in its efforts to try to get the Wolf to back up.

The Twi’lek lets out a shout while grabbing her axe in both hands. “GET THAT WOLF AWAY FROM MY MOUNT OR I’LL KILL IT!” as the Twi’lek starts heading towards Valkrys.

The Human in the Mandolorian armor, quickly kicks the back left leg of the Twi’lek forcing her to stumble and turn around.

Raising her arms up slowly the Human uses her left hand to motion for the Twi’lek to attack her.

“Don’t make threats to my family.” the Human lowly growls.

The Patrons all look around at each other as the band starts to play some random techno beat, and people are taking bets on who will win the challenge that has befallen upon their eyes.

The Human charges towards the Twi’lek, as the axe comes for a full swing, the Human goes into a slide and passes between the Twi’leks legs, and gets up hoping to keep the distance and tire her out.

The Marauder smirked as she faced her mandalorian dressed opponent.

"Distance isn't going to get you very far." Putting away her mythosaur axe, Tasha’Vel drew out her lightsaber, igniting the violet blade with a crackling snap-hiss. Several of the patrons made sure to stay back as the Twi’lek observed the Shadow. She moved her left foot back and took the hilt in both hands. Raising the lightsaber above her head, she charged Kristeva.

Thinking quickly, the human took her left hand and slammed it down upon the ground as the Marauder closed the distance. A rippling wave of telekinetic energy shot outwards, knocking the charging Twi’lek backwards onto her back. Taking the opportunity, the Equite knocked over a nearby table, leaped over it and pulled out her westar-35 blaster pistol. She took aim and fired several quick shots at the Marauder’s prone form.

Instinctively, Tasha’vel jumped back up and quickly moved her lightsaber around to parry the incoming blaster bolts.

“Not bad.” she remarked as she moved forward again this time sliding to the left and right as she used her blade to continue parrying the barrage of blaster fire.

Seeing that her shots were not connecting, Kristeva quickly holstered her pistol and drew out her own lightsaber. The purple-hued blade hissed as the Shadow drew it out with her left hand, bringing it up quickly to block. Both sabers sizzled and seethed against each other as the two opponents clashed.

Meanwhile in the background, Varashi, Tasha’s Varactyl snapped at the red cythraul trying to bite him.

Valkrys let out loud howl, as the Varactyl bit down hard on her leg, tossing her across the room like a stuffed animal.

Kristeva growls and kicks the Twi’lek in the chest hard with the sole of her boot, forcing them to seperate from each other.

“You hurt my FRIEND!” roars the Shadow at the Varactyl.

Valkrys limps slightly, blood dripping from her her left front leg and looks even more determined at the Varactyl. She glances over at her human friend and nods subtly letting her know they will win the fight.

The Human charges towards the Twi’lek only to be knocked down by a chair that was moved in front of her by the Twi’lek using Telekinesis.

The Twi’lek smirks laughing, “Aww did the Mando have an eyesight problem? Shouldn’t wear that helmet then.” Says mockingly.

Kristeva, standing up, leaps a short distance crashing her purple blade against the violet blade against her opponent. Moving smoothly from one strike to the next, as if she was part of a flowing river.

The Twi’lek counters and attacks with the same tenacity only this time pulling out a Weyrin and using that in her opposite hand.

The Shadow backs up slightly, blocking the lightsaber with hers, and using her free hand to manoeuvre the attack from the other blade to her side.

Fatigue slowly starts to take over both fighters, the Shadow’s arms slowly start to feel tired. The Twi’lek slowly breaths heavily as if she ran a few marathons.

The Shadow looks for an opening and sees it when the Twi’lek inches forward before swinging her lightsaber, her back right leg straightens up. The Shadow kicks it heavily causing the joint in the knee to bend backwards

The Twi’lek howls in pain, dropping to the floor. “Siths blood!”

The Shadow, pants heavily, sitting down in a chair too tired to argue or continue the fight. “Draw?”

The Twi’lek eyes the Shadow with furry in her eyes “I will get you back for this.” She spits with an evil smile on her face.