[Bounty] Out of Luck

After infiltrating the club entrance, Lieutenant Nimrod found himself navigating a vast system of corridors.

What had appeared to be merely a drinking spot, he could now clearly see was an elaborate operation based on rancor fights.

Constant groups of armed guards moved through the corridors. As soon as he would find his way around one, another would appear, circling some pathetic gambler, whose laughs or sobs echoed around he filthy cavernous walls.

Turning the corner, Nimrod spotted the sign for the bar.

As he walked through the door, his eyes darted around the room.

His quiet search continued as he stood in one of the dark corners, pretending to be using one of the gambling terminals.

One man, who matched the description given to him by the local Imperials, stood at the bar - boasting away to the bartender who could care less.

"Come on, one more!!" He bellowed, "Who will wager me, or have I taken all of your money? Ha ha ha!"

The Lieutenant slid his knife into one of the sides of the terminal screens, causing it to malfunction.

Walking over to the man, Nimrod spoke in a solemn tone, "I'll take you up on that offer, and you are...?"

"Vorace is the name, haven't seen you in here before. Which means I haven't thrashed you at the games yet, ha!"

"Evidentially." retorted Nimrod.

"Well, would you look at that, we'll have to use the other one, this one's busted." Remarked Vorace. "The only good thing about this place is the booze, I tell you. The rest is a dump!"

As the two wandered from one corridor to another, Nimrod turned around to his follower.

With one movement, the man was pushed against the wall. One arm of the Commando pinned Vorace's head to the wall, the other revealed a blaster from a holster under his poncho.

"Looks like you are out of luck, Vorace Valan’dondora."

The man's eyes widened, he tried to bargain but no words came from his mouth.

Fighting could still be heard outside. Nimrod took the captive around the brawl, and off to his ship.