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The bidder—mouth agape—stumbled forward, falling to his knees beside the glowing containers. He traced a shaking finger over one of the stabilizer locks.
"This… this is refined coaxium One Of The most valuable hyperfuel or material in the galaxy. A single kilogram… can power a capital-class starship's hyperdrive. This much—this is… nearly a hundred kilograms—worth at least sixty million credits!"
The entire casino froze.
Jin-Woo didn't move. Just smiled—quiet and unbothered.
"There," he said smoothly, "you have your answer."
That should've been the end of it.
But pride always makes things worse. The Falleen Black Sun council member's face twisted in rage. Without warning, he pulled a concealed blaster from his cloak and fired straight at Jin-Woo's chest.
A crimson bolt screamed through the air—only to stop mid-flight.
Jin-Woo casually reached up, caught the bolt between two fingers, and with a twist of his hand, compressed it into a glowing, hissing marble. The entire casino gasped again.
He tilted his head slightly, smiling coldly. "Maul kills you in the Clone Wars era," he said flatly, "but I guess today… your story ends a bit early."
The Falleen snarled and thrust out a hand toward Jin-Woo, barking the order. "Kill him! Take the coaxium!"
His guards surged forward—dozens of mercenaries drawing weapons, blasters primed.
But Jin-Woo's shadow writhed.
And then erupted. From the dark tide beneath his feet, an army of shadow knights almost burst forth—his legion poised to emerge fully.
The mercenaries faltered instantly, some backing away in fear.
Then—CLACK! A sharp blaster shot rang out, slamming into the ceiling. All heads snapped upward.
Standing on the balcony above, Lady Valarian herself glared down at the chaos. Towering and formidable, she wore a robe lined with gold filigree, her hands clasped behind her back. Rows of elite enforcers flanked her, sniper rifles raised and trained on every possible target.
Her voice rang out—icy and absolute. "Enough! One more twitch and someone dies."
Jin-Woo gave no order, but his shadows stilled in unison. The Black Sun mercs hesitated, unsure if moving meant death. The Falleen councilor glanced around, sweat trickling down his neck as he saw just how many barrels were pointed at his skull.
Lady Valarian didn't descend immediately. Her eyes swept across the room until they landed on the glowing containers of coaxium. She studied them for a long, calculating heartbeat, then began walking—slowly, deliberately—down the balcony stairs.
When she reached the floor, she approached Jin-Woo without hesitation, her long robes trailing behind her like the veil of a serpent queen. Her expression was unreadable—smooth, polished—but behind her gaze flickered ambition, greed, and the familiar corruption of a thousand backroom Senate deals.
"Apologies for the mess," she said, her voice poised, controlled. "But I see now… you carry something very valuable."
She circled him slightly, tone shifting like oil on water.
"Refined coaxium," she said. "You do realize… it's classified as a strategic Republic resource. Transporting it out of its designated channels is considered—" she paused, lips curving faintly "—illegal. Technically."
Jin-Woo's purple eyes narrowed—not with fear, but with the silent amusement of a predator watching a rabbit try to roar. His voice was calm, and dangerous. "Jabba feared for his life after what I did this afternoon," he said, tone dry as dust. "You really wanna follow in his footsteps?"
Valarian's smile tightened, but her ego didn't retreat. Instead, she leaned into her ambition. "How about a proposal?" she said silkily. "A sabacc game. Simple. One round. Winner takes what the loser has."
Jin-Woo didn't answer right away.
He looked at her, then around the room—at the mercenaries still too scared to move, at Talon and Elena standing reunited in silence, at Morgan's presence pulsing in his shadow like a coiled storm.
Then he smiled. For some reason, he thought, living beings… their greed is the easiest thing to manipulate. It always opens a path. And this time?
A new line pulsed quietly in his system log:
[Hidden Quest Opportunity Detected – "Rob The House Clean "]
Jin-Woo tilted his head slightly and nodded once. "Don't cry when you lose," he said.
Moments later, Jin-Woo and Lady Valarian were escorted to the private sabacc table—a circular platform rimmed with glowing edges, chips already stacked, deck slowly shuffling . The atmosphere thickened with anticipation.
But before the first hand could be dealt, two more figures approached the table.
The first was Bib Fortuna, slithering in with that thin, uneasy smile stretched across his features. Still a subordinate under Jabba, his every movement oozed resentment—clearly hating his position, but playing the role regardless.
The second was the Falleen council member of Black Sun, the same one who'd failed to take Jin-Woo's life minutes ago. eyes burning with vengeance, he took his seat without a word, .
Lady Valarian raised a brow, feigning surprise, though her tone remained composed.
" more players. That's fine. The more, the merrier."
Her eyes flicked to Jin-Woo again, clearly unaware of his identity.
"Outlander, don't worry. It's still the first round."
Jin-Woo remained silent. Still smiling. Unshaken. He didn't even acknowledge her attempt at baiting conversation.
Off to the side, near the crowd that had gathered to watch, Elena Daru leaned closer to her sister.
She whispered quietly, "Sister… can that man, Jin-Woo, really win this? It's like gambling against the house itself."
Talon's response came with a calm certainty. Her voice never wavered.
"Master fought one versus ten thousand earlier today… and destroyed Durge like it was nothing. This? This is probably just entertainment for him."
The digital sabacc deck hovered for a moment longer before blinking out—replaced by a compact droid unit as it dealt physical cards to each participant at the table. A subtle shift in the programming ensured Jin-Woo received the lowest card in the hand—rigged, of course.
But Jin-Woo didn't even glance at it.
He simply smiled.
Then, with almost mocking casualness, he began spinning the card between his fingers—faster and faster—until the motion blurred, nearly invisible to the naked eye. The crowd murmured in amusement, mistaking it for nervous fidgeting.
The Black Sun council member scoffed, voice loud and derisive.
"What's wrong, outlander? Are you that nervous? Never played sabacc before?"
A ripple of chuckles echoed from the audience, many nodding in agreement, already assuming Jin-Woo to be just another overconfident fool.
But Jin-Woo wasn't fidgeting. He was distracting.
Without a word, and unseen by all, a faint shimmer of blue appeared beneath the table for the briefest second—a micro-rift, a slipspace pocket engineered and delivered by Offensive Bias itself. A different card had already replaced the one in his hand.
Then Jin-Woo spoke, smooth as ever.
"I raise the stakes," he said, placing a heavy black case on the table.
With a subtle pulse of shadow, the case opened—revealing twenty coaxium packs, each clearly labeled, each weighing ten kilograms.
Jin-Woo leaned back in his chair, voice unchanging.
"Here's my challenge: do the math."
Someone from the crowd blurted out, stunned,
"That's… that's 200 kilograms of coaxium! That's… 120 million Republic credits! Enough to buy a capital-class warship!"
Lady Valarian's jaw clenched. Her eyes darted from the coaxium to Jin-Woo, calculating hard, her teeth grinding beneath her lips. She had to equal the bet. The rules demanded it.
But before she could speak, the Black Sun council member leaned forward, fury smoldering in his voice. With a flick of his wrist, a small device activated—projecting a hologram above the table.
Rows of warships flickered into view. Sleek, dark-hulled Black Sun frigates . "Fifty ships," he announced. "Black Sun property. That's my raise."
Jin-Woo didn't even look at the hologram.
He just chuckled. Low. Amused. "Cute," he said simply. "For the Black Sun himself."
The Falleen's eyes narrowed. "What's so funny, outlander?"
Jin-Woo turned his gaze toward him at last. Calm, dismissive.
"Even if each of those frigates is worth a million credits—and that's generous—it only totals fifty million. Raise the stakes or fold."
The room buzzed with murmurs. The pressure was real.
And then, unexpectedly, Bib Fortuna—longtime underling of Jabba the Hutt—slid his chair back and stood. He looked like he hated every second of being here, but the moment was ripe.
"I stake…" he hissed slowly, "Jabba's personal marker. One of only three ever issued. And one hundred rancor calf —ready to be trained, raised, and delivered should Jabba ever demand."
A fresh wave of gasps rippled across the room. Even Lady Valarian looked shaken.
Jin-Woo let out a soft exhale, half-laugh, half-sigh.
"I guess the crime syndicates have decided to forfeit their dignity for sport."
Black Sun council member slammed his hand down and barked out in rage,
"I raise again!"
All eyes turned back to him.
Leaning forward with wild eyes and clenched fists, the Falleen snarled,
"I put five Gorog on the table."
Even the most hardened criminals in the room looked at each other in confusion.
"…What is a Gorog?" someone finally whispered.
Even the auctioneer looked blank.
Jin-Woo, however, didn't miss a beat. His expression didn't change. Only his eyes sharpened.
He leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on the table, a quiet grin touching his face.
"Fifteen-meter titans," he said. "A rancor subspecies. Or maybe an ancient ancestor. Near-legendary apex beasts—brutal enough to rip through walkers. Strong enough to crush dropships."( img here )
Everyone froze.
Then Jin-Woo nodded. "I accept your stake."
But the Black Sun council member scoffed loudly, leaning back in his chair with smug satisfaction.
He said, voice dripping arrogance. "A Gorog isn't fifteen meters. It's forty. Not those pathetic five to ten-meter rancors Jabba breeds like cheap pets."
Gasps spread across the chamber again. Even Lady Valarian raised an eyebrow now.
Jin-Woo tilted his head, still calm—still smiling."Fine, fine," he replied smoothly, "forty meters it is."
Then, without warning, his expression turned amused, almost playful, as he added,
"It's just that Force Unleashed II on the old Xbox 360 never gave anything accurate about it anyway. All I saw was something big enough to grab a rancor in one hand. That's all."
A few audience members blinked in confusion. One Rodian scratched his head. Someone whispered, "What the fuck is an Xbox 360?" while another muttered, "Is that… a Hutt slang or something?"
But ultimately, they let it slide. Their brains already overloaded with the idea that something existed out there that made rancors look like hounds.
Lady Valarian still hadn't moved. Her eyes remained locked on the stakes laid out, her face pale, expression unreadable.
Bib Fortuna shifted beside her, his voice oily and passive-aggressive.
"Lady Valarian… you haven't raised your stakes."
Jin-Woo chuckled and leaned back slightly.
"Forget that old lady," he said casually, eyes never even glancing her way. "She's just a frog in a well. Still stunned, still figuring out how deep the world really is."
His tone sharpened just slightly.
"Besides... this isn't even the first round, is it, Lady Valarian?"
Valarian's jaw tightened. Her thoughts surged furiously.
this how you play it, outlander... You've wrapped the room around your fingers. Shifted the tempo. Bent the audience's emotions to your rhythm. You've made them believe you're the one running this game. Damn you. Just wait until the second round. I'll make sure you lose.
At that moment, the bidder—who had earlier run the auction—stepped forward again, now donning the sleek sash of a dealer. With a smooth motion, he clapped his hands and addressed the table.
"Lady Valarian will face the winner of this round in the second. Now… honored guests, reveal your cards."
Bib Fortuna moved first. His long fingers shakily flipped his hand open.
A deadpan silence followed as the cards glowed:
Zero – The Idiot Alone.
The dealer didn't even flinch.
"The Fool's Hand," he announced flatly.
A few stifled laughs trickled from the audience.
"Next," the dealer gestured. "Black Sun councilor."
The Falleen straightened proudly, slamming his cards onto the table like they were a declaration of war.
"Strong Hands. Total: Twenty-Two."
The dealer nodded.
"Close to the Sabacc cap of 23. A strong hand indeed."
The audience clapped politely. Some murmured admiration. A few even muttered, "That's hard to beat."
The dealer then turned to Jin-Woo.
"And now… the outlander."
Jin-Woo didn't move at first. Then, lazily—almost like he was doing it out of boredom—he revealed his hand one card at a time. The first glowed faintly. The second locked in the final value.
"Minus twenty-three," Jin-Woo said.
Then, one voice from the crowd gasped.
"Wait… does that mean…?"
The dealer's voice was firm.
"Yes. Pure Sabacc. The rarest hand before the Idiot Array."
The room exploded. Applause thundered across the Lucky Despot. Some guests stood in disbelief. Others slammed drinks on their tables, cheering wildly. The outlander had won.
Bib Fortuna approached the table with hesitant steps, the weight of his loss practically dragging behind him. In his trembling hands, he presented the sleek, gold-plated Jabba Marker—one of the most dangerous and priceless items in the Outer Rim underworld.
He extended it toward Jin-Woo, his voice thick with forced courtesy.
"W–where shall we deliver the rancors…?"
Jin-Woo didn't even glance at the marker as he reached out and took it. He spoke with that same lazy sharpness ."Deliver them here," he said flatly. "And bring heavy artillery. Bring mercenaries too. You'll need them if you plan to backstab me."
Bib Fortuna's face twitched.
He hadn't said a word about betrayal. But the fact that Jin-Woo knew—already knew—how his mind worked, how he planned to lie and scheme… it made his throat dry up. He forced a nod.
"I… I will deliver the rancors as promised," he muttered. "I assure you."
But Jin-Woo wasn't done. His voice dropped, soft and dangerous.
"Make it interesting. Bring Jabba with you. And don't forget the heaviest artillery you've got. Since…" He raised the Jabba Marker lazily between two fingers, tilting it toward Fortuna's face.
"…you just lost this."
Humiliation burned across Bib Fortuna's expression. For a moment, it looked like he'd explode. But instead, he turned out of the Lucky Despot, silent and boiling with rage.
Jin-Woo didn't even watch him go. Instead, his gaze slowly turned across the table—settling on the Black Sun council member. . The whole room felt the shift. Jin-Woo wasn't smiling anymore. He said nothing. Just stared. Waiting.
The Falleen shifted in his seat, suddenly very aware of the weight of his own words. He had staked five Gorog—towering, 40-meter titans not meant to be moved, let alone delivered. Sweat rolled down his temple as the question hung in the air: How are you going to fulfill your part… when you just wagered the impossible?
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