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*Hovoth stops Logan, and takes out a lightsaber*
Hovoth: I am destined to fight you for no apparent reason... do you accept?
Logan: Your not worth my time.
Hovoth: *Bows head, and walks over to the bar*
Hovoth: Glass of your finest drink...
*Back to Logan*
WEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lol
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Rodian Bartender: No.
Hovoth: I said - GIVE ME A DRINK!
Rodian Bartender: I don't serve your kind.
Hovoth: My kind?? What? That's it!
*Draws out lightsaber, stands on bar*
Hovoth: Who here wishes to face me?!?!
*Out of rage, Hovoth chops off the head of the bartender*
Hovoth: How is that weak for ya?? Show your face Jester!
*Draws attention of everybody in the bar*
Valde: (turns and looks around the bar)
Hmm...
Starr: What?
Valde: Nothing.
logan: (walks over to the swoop betting area)
man: place a bet?
logan: i'll put two thousand on number two.
man: you got it.
(a man in a hooded cloak standing in the corner "pssts" Logan)
logan: (ignores it, distracted by a woman walking his way)
woman: hello there.
logan: how you doin?
woman: not bad.
logan: you place a bet?
woman: number one: two thousand.
logan: i've got two thousand on number two.
woman: well then, not even a minute into our meeting, we're enemies.
Valde: (taps Starr's arm)
Starr: (turns around)
Valde: (nods towards the man in the hooded cloak that tried to "pssts" Logan)
Starr: (looks at him)
(growls)
Valde: Should I-
(touches his lightsaber)
Starr: Wait, a while.
logan: got a name?
woman: jasmine.
logan: my friends call me logan, but you can call me John.
Valde: (smiles)
Looks like you might have some competetion, Starr.
Starr: (growls)
Space off, Valde.
Valde: (chuckles) Well, I can see I've hit a soft spot.
jasmine: john... nice to meet you.
john: a pleasure to meet you.
man: okay final bets are in. races begin in one minute.
Valde: I'll be right back if you don't mind.
Starr: (stands) I've got a little work of my own to do.
(walks over to a both in the corner where a group of men in armor and quietly chatting)
Valde: (stands)
(walks over to the Swoop betting area)
Jasmine: so... what is a handsome man such as yourself doing here?
John: i'm looking to setup an aratech corporation here. i'm CEO.
Jasmine: really? well, that's a mouthful.
John: and so is the new inventory of weapons, armor, and introducing everyday apparel.
Jasmine: how long have you been CEO?
John: birth. my dad owned it. he died and passed it down to me.
Jasmine: interesting...
Valde: (steps up beside Logan)
(the man that tries to "pssts" Logan slowly slips away)
Valde: (growls)
Man: Bet?
Valde: Number One. Ten grand.
Man: Very well.
Jasmine: that's why number one is best.
John: and what's number two?
Jasmine: second best.
John: right...
Starr: (as she approaches the table the men are suddenly silent)
Man: This is a private conversation, little lady...
Man 2: (grins) Not that we won't be glad for your company later.
John: but enough about me. what is a beautiful woman like you doing here?
Jasmine: enjoying myself. placing large bets and winning most of them.
john: and you have the money to do that?
jasmine: my parents were filthy rich. they died and left it all to me.
john: how much?
jasmine: a couple billion.
john: that explains your wardrobe.
jasmine: only the clothing; everything else is real.
john: (smiles)
man: number one is up to race!
Valde: (looks at Jasmine)
(slight smile)
(goes and stands in the corner)
man: and number one finishes with a time of 33.58 seconds!
(scattered applause and cheers)
jasmine: alright.
man: number two is up next.
john:
Valde: (slight chuckle)
