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He moved his arm quickly to avoid the Lightsaber, but conitnued the lightning that was streaming from his hand."Now you know the power of the Darkside" he said watching the Jedi suffer.

(( *pat pat* Welcome back, Padme. Wasn't about to let that li'l Sith punk waste Aurora. ))

"Yeah. You may totally have a point," Freya sighed in agreement. "Like, not even Fel was that much of a total mega-barve," Shaking her head, she then wondered aloud, "I wonder if Kalnar would totally know anything more?"

"Mayhaps," Rusty said. "However, their involvement may bring the Jedi in danger, as well. Be mindful, Mistress Freya." the droid added.

"I totally don't want to put Gunther in danger, though," Freya agreed. No matter how it came about, he's still my brother. she thought, bringing the Aldera Ballet closer to Theed Palace.

"Any thoughts, anyone?" she queried, directing it to Aurora and Gorwooken.

The Jedi looked around in Mild bemusement at the vast array of Gambling games and devices that littered the establishment, as well as the huge variety and number of sentinents willing to risk currency on such entertainments.

Flashing lights, ringing slot machines, the laments of the losers and the cheers of the winners, this was a world that Link was very much not a part of.
He certainly looked the part of the Naive outlander: worn and patched clothes, scuffed boots, unkempt hair, the intrigued curiosity visible in his eyes, he looked like an easy target.

"Hey there boy!" An Aconian Dealer called from a nearby table as he shuffled a Sabacc deck. "Care to try your luck?"
Link glanced over to him and arched an eyebrow.
"Luck? This one does not suscribe to that notion." He said as he made his way over to the arconian. He glanced about casually before leaning close to the Arconian and speaking in a hushed tone. "Though he does hear that King Poz is rather facinated with the concept of luck. Would you perchance know where this one can find him?"

The corners of the Arcona's lipless mouth turned down in a frown. "King Poz? I'm afraid I don't-"
The Arconian suddenly found cold, hard credits slipped discreetly into his shirt pocket.
"-need to worry about where my next drink is coming from." The Arconian said without skipping a beat. "King Poz is over that way."

Link smirked and nodded. "Thank you. No worries friend, I just need to have a few words with him."
With that, Link nodded farewell to the Arconian and pressed on into the the Casino.
"Money has its uses." Link observed. "In some ways, it's power rivals even the Force."

Link then found his path blocked yet again as he bumped into something that stank of far too much cologne.
"You! Serving wretch! How dare you bump into me!" a Shrill and cultured voice barked at Link.

Confused, he backsteped to see that he had bumped into a finely dressed young Nobleman clad in red and silver clothing of a style Link wasnt familiar with.
"This one begs your pardon." Link said as he bowed to him. "He will make sure not to bump into you again." Link then proceeded to attempt to pass by the dandy but then was intercepted by the man.
"Hold, you peasent!" The man declared. "I am not through with you!"
"But this one is through with you." Link remarked as he attempted to slip around the man again.

Suddenly Link found himself pushed hard by the noble, landing on his rear.
"Eww! I cant believe you touched it!" One of the Noble's companions stated in disgust.
"Had to, Dear." The Noble replied. "These slaves need to be put in their place. The only thing they stand is force."
Link looked up and this time took stock of the situation.
The Noble had at least five or so comrades, all dressed in a similar fasion to the Noble in regard to the style and cut of their garments. And the Noble himself was sporting an Ornate hilt from his belt, a Lightsaber.
His friends all wore a similar device. None of them had any force sensitivity, and from what he could tell, only the Noble's would actually work.
Link made note of it as he attempted to stand.

The man's foot kicked him in the chest and pushed him down again.
"Listen, slave." The Man Jeered. "I don't know how you managed to gain entry in a place above your status, and since your master is not here to do his job I believe it looks like I will have to teach you your place in society." He ground his heel into Link's chest, much to the amusement of his associates. "Slaves and filth such as yourself have no place in locations such as this. You have to have class and money."

Link arched an eyebrow. "So now the Dark Side of wealth makes itself apparent. This one needs to be more careful with his comparisons."
"Quiet you!" The Noble stomped his heel into Link's chest, elictiting at most a wince from the jedi. "I gave you no permission to speak!"

Link smirked. "New to the Outer Rim?"
"What?"
In an instant, Link smashed the sole of his own boot into the man's Groin, the force of the blow throwing the man off of him.
Link lept to his feet and dusted himself off, none the worse to wear for his ordeal as the noble screamed and howled in pain,clutching his groin.

"This one does not know where you come from, but here on the Rim, we do not welcome fools like yourself. This one worked hard for his freedom, and now serves a higher calling. Humble as he is, there is only so much this one can stand of such class concious arrogance."
Link then found himself surrounded by three of the Noble's larger comrades as the remaining two helped the poor man to his feet.

The young jedi eyed the surrounding dillettantes with a humored expression.
"This one was acting in self defense. Surely you can not seek to hold a grudge against me for that?"

"Break it up!" A voice shouted over them.
Link and the nobles turned to see that the Casino Security team, lead by the Trandoshan Doorman were standing there, Riot batons in hand.
"You, Saber Rakes!" The Dosh snarled at the nobles. "Drag your Choobie-less friend out of the Casino before this Pit Fighter gets blood all over my nice clean floors!"
"Pit fighter?!" One of them gulped as they looked to Link in surprised.
"Thats right. He's a Proffesional Gladiator. He checked his Gaffi-stick and Sword at the door." The Dosh growled. "He could probably snap your necks in less time than it takes for you bunch to spit out another stupid comment, and thats pretty damn fast. Everything was fine until you little Osik-piles started looking for trouble. Now I'm half tempted to let him finish you punks off for what you said to him."
The Saber Rakes looked to one another and then, much humbled, withrew in silence with their disabled comrade in tow.

Link watched them depart briefly before turning back to the Trandoshan.
"This one apologizes for any trouble he may have caused." He stated.
The Trandoshan hissed a reply. "I just dont want to clean up the mess you would have left behind after wasting those punks. We'll be watching you, so don't start anymore trouble. You hear me, human?"
"Of Course. This one wouldnt dream of it."

TK-106 and his squad finished up with the hostile threat and walked toward Darth Zerosel only to find him facing off with a Jawa Jedi.
"Hold your place" TK-said to the platoon, "We can't be involved in sith affairs unless asked too" He said again.
The storm troopers gripped their blasters and watched the fight unfold.

"Average Jedi, fight with words, and not their blade"He said pulling the blade back to him with the force. As it reached him, he ignighted it, and rushed at the Jedi.

"Another Jedi tactic, Hide your weakness with a saber if you can hold an enemy at distance"He said turning his lightsber off and placing it back on his belt. He holds his hand in front of him. As he closes his hand, the Jedi that was still on the ground began choking.

His eyes widden, knowing that he was no match alone. His grip loosened as he started to the Cantina "Darth Aksel, I believe that you can stop cowering and come out here" He yelled before turning to the Jawa"I will make you a deal Jedi, call off your men, and I'll order mine to stand down."

"We are here, for information"Zerosel said, answering for the troops"Not for killing Jedi"He said knowing that he was outmatched, but kept his fear hidden, using it to calm himself.