May 17, 2009

413. Flight of the Decoy - Raezyr

Tyrrazapon had been at the pazaak tables for hours and had amassed almost three hundred credits, and very few of them had been won honestly. He had been cheating, and was being very sloppy about it, although this was the first time he had actually been trying to get caught at it. As the night wore on, it was getting harder for him to believe that no one had yet spotted his slight of hand.

Of course, a large part of that had to do with the distractions his counterpart was providing. Anya was dressed in a particularly seductive outfit for the evening. It was a low-cut, dark blue gown, which clasped behind her neck, in the middle of her chest, and then on each hip. She had spent the whole night acting as Tyrrazapon's escort, bringing him drinks, then conspicuously bending over and setting them down, giving Tyrrazapon's opponents a hope of glancing something they weren't supposed to see.

Every time he'd make a play, and was sure it was going to get him caught, he'd look across the table, only to see the other player's eyes watching Anya as she would smile coyly at them or making some other distracting gesture.

The eventuality of Tyrrazpon's deceit finally came about when he drew one of his cards from the bottom of the deck. His opponent, a black and white Bothan, noticed the poorly concealed trick, and his fur rippled in anger. Jumping to his feet the Bothan pointed a finger at Tyrrazapon. "I saw that, you filthy cheat!"

Tyrrazapon gripped the edge of the pazaak table and jumped to his feet, flipping the table forward at the Bothan, scattering cards everywhere, as the casino security guards were making their way toward them.

The Bothan immediately reached inside his jacket and drew a small blaster. As he took aim, Anya threw the vibro-knife she had drawn from the hidden sheath and threw it, sinking the blade to the hilt in the pazaak player's hand. He pulled the trigger as the knife struck home sending his shot wild and into a chandelier overhead.

The fixture exploded, sending showers of sparks every where and illiciting screams from patrons all over the casino and sending them fleeing in panic. Casino security drew blasters as Tyrrazapon's orange lightsaber sprang to life. He deflected the incoming lasers haphazardly in all directions, not caring if anyone was hit as he and Anya backed quickly toward the rear exit of the casino.

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