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hands come up in a defensive stance, eyes a little wider than they had been moments ago. “considering i’ve been in deep space for the last… ten or so years i would say i haven’t have the pleasure of learning.” a crooked kind of smile curves across pale lips. “and what’s to say you’re not one of them no good types? if you’re so good at the game that is.”

“Well. I can help you learn...if you like? You might like it.” She grinned before frowning with a harrumph. “I am not the no good type! I’m a Jedi Master!” If one could believe it. Siri was 34 and hadn’t grown up yet, despite her mothering tendencies.

          “can you imagine how funny it would be t’see all those like - politicians and generals all just going at it with a game of sabacc? bet they’d still blast each others heads off, though. one’a them would cheat eventually.” he grins at the mental image. all those high and mighty types gathered around a table playing sabacc seems way funnier than - whatever they actually do. bark orders or whatever. boring.

“No doubt they would, but there’s always hope! Hope that they’ll eventually get over their issues, no matter how abundant they are, and bring us all together with flowers and sunshine. Or something along those lines.” She smiled at the young man, amused by his vivid (if not a bit disturbing) perception of the leaders of the Republic and Separatists. “Most people cheat if they’re no good at the game.”

maybe it was time to confess she had no clue what sabacc is. leaning back, the spacer shook her head and gave an apathetic shrug. “i would agree if i knew what you were talking about.”

curious green eyes shifted toward the blonde, one eyebrow quirked up as the other spoke. “you think it’s that simple?”

“I’d sure hope so. It wouldn’t work for me, considering how mad I get when it comes to Sabacc.” She snorted. “Hopefully, others don’t get as mad as I do.”