Web of Power, part three

 

Two hours after he left Star and Skate on the RecDeck, Seven arrived on the most prized level of the Siths' Super Star Destroyer--the Bar Deck! He tromped about the deck­searching, sensing, smelling for some Sith company and any unattended glasses of Whyren's Reserve. Plo'kre scowled at him, daring the young Sith to try to take his flask of precious liquor. Seven rolled his eyes and continued on. There! Tucked away in the far corner of the bar was his beloved Whyrens-and Palin who was holding a flask of Whyrens.

Leaning ever so gently over Palin's left side, however, was the even younger Sith Rick. That kriffing Jedi Padawan! I bet he is moving in on that Whyren's Reserve. Seven shot straight toward the table, but was quickly intercepted by a foot and sent sprawling to the floor.

"Where are you going in such a kriffing hurry?"
Seven rolled over onto his back and stared up into the face of Tyros Dakon.

"Tyros, shouldn't you be busy serving Jen?"

"I'm down here on a Whyren run for her. She ran out in our-her room. I thought I would do you a favor and cut short your torp run on Palin and Rick's table."

"I wasn't making a torp ru--"

"Whatever, kid. I was young too, you know. I know a torp run when I see one and I can tell the difference between a torp run and a Whyren run. Well, I guess I still like to get a good torp lock on Jen's six, now and then. But, relax. Rick was looking for the Senior Siths and Palin is talking some sense into him. The little bugger is gonna get his six shot off if he doesn't be more careful." Tyros headed for the Bar door with a case of Whyren's Reserve tucked under his massive arms. "Be nice, Seven." Seven picked himself off the floor and resumed his torp run toward Palin and Rick.

"Ugh. What do you want, Seven?" Palin drowned her dread with another flask of Whyrens.

"Nothing. I was just, uh, heading here for another siptalked to Jace and Thunder in the corridor on the way," Seven smiled as he sensed the sudden urgency to leave from Rick. Rick gathered himself up and headed for the corridor.

"See ya later, Rick," Seven chuckled.

"Seven, you are such a nerfherder sometimes," Palin shot at Seven, "You know Rick is going to get a nasty 'ladder beating' if he interrupts the others."

Seven shrugged off the comment, "Well, Rick can take care of himselfhe is training to be a Sith, you know. Besides, our storage of Whyren's Reserve is running extremely low and I, uh, noticed you have some left over on the table. How 'bout giving ole Seven a swig of the firewater?"

Palin kicked Seven's chair out from underneath him and stood over him proudly, "How 'bout no. I am a Sith, you know." She picked up her extra flasks of Whyren's Reserve and headed over to join Plo'kre at his table.

 

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