Cards And Nightmares [Alisa]
Sitting across the table from her opponent, she looked at a man with hard facial features, it seemed as if some hint of a clean shave on him started to leave and he looked weathered, rough, with signs of aged gray stubble and a beard beginning. The two were playing poker, and the match seemed to have attracted a small crowd.
Velda checked her option on the last card dealt, seeing if he wanted to go to showdown flip the cards over and find out who had the best hand. It seemed like he might considering Velda turned the hand into a roller coaster nightmare for him, yet the man held on for dear life throughout the hand. He refused to fold and throw his cards out for the next hand, it seemed like he was determined to win this pot, no matter the cost, for some reason he just wanted those credits. And on this last card dealt he pushed all his remaining credits on the table toward the middle, he was all in.
As Velda watched him, she wondered about the man’s sanity; he couldn’t be serious. The brunette replayed the hand in her head, thinking of the possible lines of plays that could lead to this decision and none came that made any sense.
If she called his bet and lost, she wouldn’t be broke on the table but would severely reduce her chips, if she called and won, then all of his chips was hers and the match would be over. In a way she couldn’t blame him, she bullied and tricked him the entire time, she slowly drained him of his chip stack like a vampire slowly siphoning blood. He had to make a stand at some point, she just didn’t think it was now.
“I call” she flipped her cards over, and he did his. Velda was holding a pair of four’s, and if he connected with anything on the board she was beat, but her hand was strong enough to beat a bluff. He turned over a Jack and an eight and he had no part of the board at all, he was bluffing, and he looked like he just saw his life flash before his eyes when it dawned on him she called his bluff with that.
It seemed like he had that empty feeling of shock in his tummy.
He stood up quickly, bumping rudely into a patron while doing so “How did you make that call!? Who are you?” Velda at this point was taking his credits and sipping her drink, as the crowd was beginning to scatter “I’m the Devil.” She sarcastically said, feeling he never actually earned her name. After replying, she glanced around and behind him she saw a regular to the cantina.
Velda poked her finger in the woman’s direction a couple of times pointing her out to the man, and he turned around to face her.
The Sith Lordess was at her usual table, sipping on a cold one and casually observing her surroundings when she saw another woman point her out to an angry man. Alisa threw her arms up as if to gesture "what the..." and then saw the man start to move toward her. She stood up and cracked her neck loudly.
Using the Dark Side she outstretched her hand and lifted the cards he left on the table into the air. With a sudden and violent force, she sent the projectiles into his back and they pierced his skin quickly. His screams temporarily filled the bar until they were silenced by Alisa beating him with a chair. As the unknown man laid lifeless on the floor, she stepped over him and then sent the cards and chips flying off the table and onto the floor.
She smiled and sat down across from the woman who had drawn her into this mess.
"So, you're the devil, huh?"
Within a matter of moments Velda saw the man’s cards on the table rise with purpose, soon to shoot themselves at her former opponent, piercing into his back. That brought the fellow to the floor as she watched him drop. Then she took a chair and beat the life out of him, Velda couldn’t blame the woman, he had it coming. Then she stepped over the man and to Velda’s table the rest of the cards and chips sailed off and Velda heard them shower the floor with the different card suits and chip colors.
“I suppose so..” Velda said to the game ending, feeling somewhat content with the results. “Impressive, with the cards, I must say.” She said speaking of Alisa’s display.
She nodded to the question she gave her about being the Devil. “That is me, I go by other names as well, you can call me Velda.” Workers came by and picked her opponent’s lifeless body up and dragged him away. All the while, the crowd and the hushed chit chat that came with it surrounding the table simmered down, and the crowd dispersed. “Since introductions are in the air, who might you be?”
"Velda the devil, got it. I am Sith Lordess Alisa Sha. Rama, the person this bar is named after, is my half brother and I like to kill things. Oh and I have a short temper. I'm good at destruction and mayhem in general."
She levitated her drink over to her from her former seat and took a long sip.
"So what are you really doing here?"
"Half-sister to Rama? How interesting, I noticed this tavern was named in his honor, and I heard tales of his exploits, seems he is highly regarded within the order. It is a nice to meet you."
Velda listened bemused at Alisa's bluntness and confessing she loves to kill things.
"Oh, you don't have to tell me, I received the message loud and clear. With the fate of that fellow. Though I must say he had it coming to him, since he tried to cheat me in that match in a couple of occasions and failed doing so. Quite delightful watching you work really."
Then Alisa asked what she was actually doing here.
"I am a student in the temple, studying the arcane mysteries of the darkside and Apprentice to Master Dara Shadowtide. I have been here, perhaps a few standard weeks though I find it easy to lose track of time while immersed in studying here."
"Ah thanks. I do take pride in my work when it comes to exacting revenge. Although I gotta admit, it is much more fun when they do something to me first to tick me off. Because then it is BAM! and then a bloody puddle on the floor. Yeah this worked out okay too I guess."
She smiled and took another sip of her drink.
"So you are a new member of The Sith Empire then, huh? Yeah it is easy to lose track of time once you get going on the training. Be ready to feel pain though, and lots of it. I hear that Force Lightning is the discipline tool of choice for that Sith Master."
She just couldn’t help herself, her lips swayed into a smile as Alisa told her of Dara’s use of Force Lightning to discipline her students. And who didn’t love some pain?
“Actually, that is delightful news! Force Lightning is an ability I do plan to learn in the coming near future.”
The idea of using it and seeing it turn an opponent’s skin to leather and ignite their timid blood excited Velda. She seemed to glow with the sinful thoughts of the idea.
“So how long have you been in the Empire? I take it your family has a rich history with it?”
"Yeah, Force Lightning is pretty handy. I need to use it more."
She started to think of who could be her first target but then her short attention span went back to something the girl had just said. She said rich. Uh oh. How could she know? Alisa glanced at her own attire, seeing if she accidentally wore the royal gown with the family brooch on it worth about a gazillion credits on the black market. Whew, good. She had worn the normal looking clothes. Wait, was she accidentally wearing the crown? She discreetly touched the top of her head. Ok, no crown, still good. Ok so.. rich.. OH, she meant plentiful! Totally different, got it. Be cool, play it off. Mask your thoughts through the Dark Side. And, done.
"I have been around these parts for a long time, that is for sure. Some say I have been here too long, but they don't say that to my face. They know I will cut them."
Alisa chuckled at her own dark humor. Then she noticed she was the only one laughing, so she coughed and cleared her throat.
"Ok so how long? Um, well my half brother was one of the leaders when I first got here. He has since disappeared. Not a clue where he is. Probably torturing someone somewhere. Anyway, I have been here through many leadership changes, many battles, and many Sith. No matter how things change, they stay the same. Ultimate destruction is the constant that binds this Empire together."
In the blink of an eye she pulled a small dagger and threw it into the eye of one of the guys who had been leering at her. He screamed and ran out the bar before Alisa even blinked.
"What about you? What's your deal?"