"What! There's no way you were able to get another royal flush! That's your third one!"
"All is fair in love and war g̶̡͔̻̖̖͖̳̔̓̏s̷̢̡̢̝͔̩͚̫̲̀̀͛́d̵̨̫͚̜͙̼̥̭̟̘̺̩̩̈́͝l̶̡̠̮͕̘̺͙͈̄̽̑͛̾̋͘̕͠k̶̤͍͎͇̱͉͍͕͚̭̦̼̝̔̽̈́̓́̉͊̀̎͜ͅfj̵̙̰̗̀̋̈́̇̒́̐ǐ̵͚̘̮̳͓̾." The others laughed at a̴̢̗͉̗̙̗͕͔̱͖͖̼̯̟̾̈́̀̈́̿ͅl̴̛̺͔̅k̴͙͔̤̣̦̹͚̘̻̓̈̓͊͋͒͒͒̅̄͘j̴̳̤̓̐̈d̵̨̪͇̲̲͉̬̏̆̾̏͐͛̊̆̚̚͜͜s̷̨̬̰̙̝̠͙͉̤̩̠̍̊͛́̀͐̆̓͘͜͜͜͝͝ͅḭ̴̘͎̰̥͍̯̟̝̼̿ͅf̶͇͑̑̈́̌̽͛͌͑̈́̃̏ḩ̷̧̭̭͉̦̯̣̫̟̦̥͗'̵̞̬̠̼̬̦̱̍̾͒̅̏̾̆̂́ş̴̠̪̜̪̭̼̣̰̱̣̥̃͗͜ͅ expense. All of them were missing some article of clothing or armor. Almost all of the c̴̞̱̩̣̲̬̼̐͌̿͒̄̈́̚͝ǫ̴̻̣̩͍̪͚͎͕̰͔̣̝̝͈͐̂̇̂̎̽͠n̶̝̆̉̋̾̈́̚̕o̶̢̧̤͔̟͖͎͈̟͓̮̳̟̲̓͊̈́́͊ì̶̥̼͙̞͍͚̠̞̮̩̏̈͆̓̂͋̀̋j̷̻̱͉̞̱̞̫̱̓͜͜s̴̨̙͖͙̼͍͙̓̍̄̎́͆̅͌̉͊̓̊̕ were stripped down to their blank undergarment, a few of them still wearing their chest piece. a̴̢̗͉̗̙̗͕͔̱͖͖̼̯̟̾̈́̀̈́̿ͅl̴̛̺͔̅k̴͙͔̤̣̦̹͚̘̻̓̈̓͊͋͒͒͒̅̄͘j̴̳̤̓̐̈d̵̨̪͇̲̲͉̬̏̆̾̏͐͛̊̆̚̚͜͜s̷̨̬̰̙̝̠͙͉̤̩̠̍̊͛́̀͐̆̓͘͜͜͜͝͝ͅḭ̴̘͎̰̥͍̯̟̝̼̿ͅf̶͇͑̑̈́̌̽͛͌͑̈́̃̏ḩ̷̧̭̭͉̦̯̣̫̟̦̥͗'̵̞̬̠̼̬̦̱̍̾͒̅̏̾̆̂́ş̴̠̪̜̪̭̼̣̰̱̃͗͜ͅ still had most of his clothes on, but after the others silently agreed to take him down, he kept on losing round after round.
"Love and war my left foot," ą̷̨͈̣̟̭͉͇͕̹̺̖̈́̔̋̚͜lk̨͎̳̱͖͕̭̜͉̟̰̠̖̀̿̀̈́̎̌̈́̍̈́́́̎͝ͅͅj̵̧̛̟̠͇̮͇̙̮͕̪͓̳́̽̈̓̏̽́͗̋͐̆͛͠d̶̨̝̖̪̍͂̇̐̅̈́ş̴̨̡͔͚͙̙͈̹͉̳̼̍̀͝͠ȋ̶̲̇̾f̷̥̟͆͊̑̒̽́̎͗͌͑̌͑̉́̕ͅh͕̙̺̪͓̦̠̀̈́̄͒̉͑̅͜ͅ swore in huttenese as he took off his tunic, his gloves, and boots already discarded behind him. The others snickered as they grabbed their new hands, making jokes as they picked up and discarded cards. ą̷̨͈̣̟̭͉͇͕̹̺̖̈́̔̋̚͜lk̨͎̳̱͖͕̭̜͉̟̰̠̖̀̿̀̈́̎̌̈́̍̈́́́̎͝ͅͅj̵̧̛̟̠͇̮͇̙̮͕̪͓̳́̽̈̓̏̽́͗̋͐̆͛͠d̶̨̝̖̪̍͂̇̐̅̈́ş̴̨̡͔͚͙̙͈̹͉̳̼̍̀͝͠ȋ̶̲̇̾f̷̥̟͆͊̑̒̽́̎͗͌͑̌͑̉́̕ͅh͕̙̺̪͓̦̠̀̈́̄͒̉͑̅͜ͅ smiled widely on the inside as he looked down at his cards. It was a straight flush and it would be impossible for skj̷̢̛͔͉̼͈̟͐̃̂͝ to pull another royal flush out of his ass again.
"Sorry boys looks like I win this one." ą̷̨͈̣̟̭͉͇͕̹̺̖̈́̔̋̚͜lk̨͎̳̱͖͕̭̜͉̟̰̠̖̀̿̀̈́̎̌̈́̍̈́́́̎͝ͅͅj̵̧̛̟̠͇̮͇̙̮͕̪͓̳́̽̈̓̏̽́͗̋͐̆͛͠d̶̨̝̖̪̍͂̇̐̅̈́ş̴̨̡͔͚͙̙͈̹͉̳̼̍̀͝͠ȋ̶̲̇̾f̷̥̟͆͊̑̒̽́̎͗͌͑̌͑̉́̕ͅh͕̙̺̪͓̦̠̀̈́̄͒̉͑̅͜ͅ threw down his hand with a victorious smile, the boys all looked at each other, exchanging looks with wild smiles on their faces.
"I don't know s̷̢̡̢̝͔̩͚̫̲̀̀͛́d̵̨̫͚̜͙̼̥̭̟̘̺̩̩̈́͝l̶̡̠̮͕̘̺͙͈̄̽̑͛̾̋͘̕͠k̶̤͍͎͇̱͉͍͕͚̭̦̼̝̔̽̈́̓́̉͊̀̎͜ͅfj̵̙̰̗̀̋̈́̇̒́̐ǐ̵͚̘̮̳͓̾.", what about your hand Fḭ̶̢̧̛̠͈̹̹̫̗̱̙̯̲̄́͛͑̚̕͠s̶̛̛͚̩̬͚̳̦̳̦͔̼͆̊͝ͅͅḽ̵̰̖̬̼̤̠̖̯͍̙̒̈́̃͌̚̕j͍͔̟̉̍̅͌͗̓͆̅͝ẹ̷͈̜̜̻̠̥͓̲͖͛͜n̶̯͈̅͒̽̏̈́̽̋͑͒̏̓͝?" a̴̢̗͉̗̙̗͕͔̱͖͖̼̯̟̾̈́̀̈́̿ͅl̴̛̺͔̅k̴͙͔̤̣̦̹͚̘̻̓̈̓͊͋͒͒͒̅̄͘j̴̳̤̓̐̈d̵̨̪͇̲̲͉̬̏̆̾̏͐͛̊̆̚̚͜͜s̷̨̬̰̙̝̠͙͉̤̩̠̍̊͛́̀͐̆̓͘͜͜͜͝͝ͅḭ̴̘͎̰̥͍̯̟̝̼̿ͅf̶͇͑̑̈́̌̽͛͌͑̈́̃̏ḩ̷̧̭̭͉̦̯̣̫̟̦̥͗'̵̞̬̠̼̬̦̱̍̾͒̅̏̾̆̂́ş̴̠̪̜̪̭̼̣̰̱̣̥̃͗͜ͅ jaw dropped as Fḭ̶̢̧̛̠͈̹̹̫̗̱̙̯̲̄́͛͑̚̕͠s̶̛̛͚̩̬͚̳̦̳̦͔̼͆̊͝ͅͅḽ̵̰̖̬̼̤̠̖̯͍̙̒̈́̃͌̚̕j͍͔̟̉̍̅͌͗̓͆̅͝ẹ̷͈̜̜̻̠̥͓̲͖͛͜n̶̯͈̅͒̽̏̈́̽̋͑͒̏̓͝ put down another royal flush, everyone else cackling at a̴̢̗͉̗̙̗͕͔̱͖͖̼̯̟̾̈́̀̈́̿ͅl̴̛̺͔̅k̴͙͔̤̣̦̹͚̘̻̓̈̓͊͋͒͒͒̅̄͘j̴̳̤̓̐̈d̵̨̪͇̲̲͉̬̏̆̾̏͐͛̊̆̚̚͜͜s̷̨̬̰̙̝̠͙͉̤̩̠̍̊͛́̀͐̆̓͘͜͜͜͝͝ͅḭ̴̘͎̰̥͍̯̟̝̼̿ͅf̶͇͑̑̈́̌̽͛͌͑̈́̃̏ḩ̷̧̭̭͉̦̯̣̫̟̦̥͗'̵̞̬̠̼̬̦̱̍̾͒̅̏̾̆̂́ş̴̠̪̜̪̭̼̣̰̱̣̥̃͗͜ͅ face.
"What! The chances of that happening are nearly impossible!" all of the others just started to cackle as they took off whatever pieces of clothing that were left before. ḭ̶̢̧̛̠͈̹̹̫̗̱̙̯̲̄́͛͑̚̕͠s̶̛̛͚̩̬͚̳̦̳̦͔̼͆̊͝ͅͅḽ̵̰̖̬̼̤̠̖̯͍̙̒̈́̃͌̚̕j͍͔̟̉̍̅͌͗̓͆̅͝ẹ̷͈̜̜̻̠̥͓̲͖͛͜n̶̯͈̅͒̽̏̈́̽̋͑͒̏̓͝ put his hands up in defense before motioning for ą̷̨͈̣̟̭͉͇͕̹̺̖̈́̔̋̚͜lk̨͎̳̱͖͕̭̜͉̟̰̠̖̀̿̀̈́̎̌̈́̍̈́́́̎͝ͅͅj̵̧̛̟̠͇̮͇̙̮͕̪͓̳́̽̈̓̏̽́͗̋͐̆͛͠d̶̨̝̖̪̍͂̇̐̅̈́ş̴̨̡͔͚͙̙͈̹͉̳̼̍̀͝͠ȋ̶̲̇̾f̷̥̟͆͊̑̒̽́̎͗͌͑̌͑̉́̕ͅh͕̙̺̪͓̦̠̀̈́̄͒̉͑̅͜ͅ to follow suit and remove a piece of clothing.
"Come on s̷̢̡̢̝͔̩͚̫̲̀̀͛́d̵̨̫͚̜͙̼̥̭̟̘̺̩̩̈́͝l̶̡̠̮͕̘̺͙͈̄̽̑͛̾̋͘̕͠k̶̤͍͎͇̱͉͍͕͚̭̦̼̝̔̽̈́̓́̉͊̀̎͜ͅfj̵̙̰̗̀̋̈́̇̒́̐ǐ̵͚̘̮̳͓̾.", rules are rules." ą̷̨͈̣̟̭͉͇͕̹̺̖̈́̔̋̚͜lk̨͎̳̱͖͕̭̜͉̟̰̠̖̀̿̀̈́̎̌̈́̍̈́́́̎͝ͅͅj̵̧̛̟̠͇̮͇̙̮͕̪͓̳́̽̈̓̏̽́͗̋͐̆͛͠d̶̨̝̖̪̍͂̇̐̅̈́ş̴̨̡͔͚͙̙͈̹͉̳̼̍̀͝͠ȋ̶̲̇̾f̷̥̟͆͊̑̒̽́̎͗͌͑̌͑̉́̕ͅh͕̙̺̪͓̦̠̀̈́̄͒̉͑̅͜ͅ stammered as he tried to think of an argument against them but decided to save his pride instead. He looked down at himself, the only thing he still had on was his pants and he really didn't want to take them off. And that was when he eyed his prosthetic, the same prosthetic that he designed to have a detachable hand. And like any logical person, he detached his hand and threw it into the middle, and had a victorious smirk on his face. The c̴̞̱̩̣̲̬̼̐͌̿͒̄̈́̚͝ǫ̴̻̣̩͍̪͚͎͕̰͔̣̝̝͈͐̂̇̂̎̽͠n̶̝̆̉̋̾̈́̚̕o̶̢̧̤͔̟͖͎͈̟͓̮̳̟̲̓͊̈́́͊ì̶̥̼͙̞͍͚̠̞̮̩̏̈͆̓̂͋̀̋j̷̻̱͉̞̱̞̫̱̓͜͜s̴̨̙͖͙̼͍͙̓̍̄̎́͆̅͌̉͊̓̊̕ just stared down at the hand, they knew that he had a prosthetic, but they didn't know that he could just take it off like that.
"Wait, didn't you say that we could only take off clothes and accessories?"
"Hey, he did! You still have to take something off!" ą̷̨͈̣̟̭͉͇͕̹̺̖̈́̔̋̚͜lk̨͎̳̱͖͕̭̜͉̟̰̠̖̀̿̀̈́̎̌̈́̍̈́́́̎͝ͅͅj̵̧̛̟̠͇̮͇̙̮͕̪͓̳́̽̈̓̏̽́͗̋͐̆͛͠d̶̨̝̖̪̍͂̇̐̅̈́ş̴̨̡͔͚͙̙͈̹͉̳̼̍̀͝͠ȋ̶̲̇̾f̷̥̟͆͊̑̒̽́̎͗͌͑̌͑̉́̕ͅh͕̙̺̪͓̦̠̀̈́̄͒̉͑̅͜ͅ let out a laugh at the c̴̞̱̩̣̲̬̼̐͌̿͒̄̈́̚͝ǫ̴̻̣̩͍̪͚͎͕̰͔̣̝̝͈͐̂̇̂̎̽͠n̶̝̆̉̋̾̈́̚̕o̶̢̧̤͔̟͖͎͈̟͓̮̳̟̲̓͊̈́́͊ì̶̥̼͙̞͍͚̠̞̮̩̏̈͆̓̂͋̀̋j̷̻̱͉̞̱̞̫̱̓͜͜s̴̨̙͖͙̼͍͙̓̍̄̎́͆̅͌̉͊̓̊̕. Internally sweating at the prospect of taking off his pants when they were in the corner of the hanger at midnight.
"Nope, that's an accessory."
"That's a prosthetic!"
"Nope, I don't need it so it's just an accessory!"
"You're right-handed!"
"ą̷̨͈̣̟̭͉͇͕̹̺̖̈́̔̋̚͜lk̨͎̳̱͖͕̭̜͉̟̰̠̖̀̿̀̈́̎̌̈́̍̈́́́̎͝ͅͅj̵̧̛̟̠͇̮͇̙̮͕̪͓̳́̽̈̓̏̽́͗̋͐̆͛͠d̶̨̝̖̪̍͂̇̐̅̈́ş̴̨̡͔͚͙̙͈̹͉̳̼̍̀͝͠ȋ̶̲̇̾f̷̥̟͆͊̑̒̽́̎͗͌͑̌͑̉́̕ͅh͕̙̺̪͓̦̠̀̈́̄͒̉͑̅͜ͅ!" they all jumped at the sudden voice and turned around to see ḁ̧̧̢̡̪̖̲̪͕̤̃̈́̿̈́͊̂͌̆̐̽̂̚͘͜͠͝ś̛̹͉̪̣̔̂͒̓̒̌̂͝͠ļ̵̺̆͊ḯ̵̦̤͕̤͓͙͂͠d̵̨̢̼̖͚͇͔̱̗͖̦̍k̷͇̹̬͎̜̰̑̾̽̎̑̿̅͐̏͒͝j̵̧͉̘̓̽̇̕ staring at the, with an annoyed face. Her arms were crossed around her chest and she looked tired and disappointed. ą̷̨͈̣̟̭͉͇͕̹̺̖̈́̔̋̚͜lk̨͎̳̱͖͕̭̜͉̟̰̠̖̀̿̀̈́̎̌̈́̍̈́́́̎͝ͅͅj̵̧̛̟̠͇̮͇̙̮͕̪͓̳́̽̈̓̏̽́͗̋͐̆͛͠d̶̨̝̖̪̍͂̇̐̅̈́ş̴̨̡͔͚͙̙͈̹͉̳̼̍̀͝͠ȋ̶̲̇̾f̷̥̟͆͊̑̒̽́̎͗͌͑̌͑̉́̕ͅh͕̙̺̪͓̦̠̀̈́̄͒̉͑̅͜ͅ was actually kinda embarrassed for his p̶̛̜̮͊̿̎͊̄̿̄ạ̴͍̘̽̈̓̕͝ď̴̛̝͔̉̄͆̈́̅͠ẃ̲̂̈́e̷̝͚̬̞̮̝̝̦͉̫͖̯̿͒̌̾͝ữ̛̬̪̘́͛́͌̓̀͠͝j̡̣͕͈̟̯d̶̢̛̜̬̝̳͐̊̇̇̔̀̂̕ͅ to see him without his shirt, shoes, gloves, and hand. He just blurted out the first thing he thought.
"Don't tell l̨̜̲̺̖̳̣̉̈́̓́̓̆͊̓̓͐͘ͅk̵̡̘̮͇̔̕ͅs̵͓͍̀̐̑̌͆̓́̀̆̿̕̕͝id̴̢̧̮̺͖͎̻͈̳̩̙̗̘̤͗͋́́͐̃͒̂̐͐̚͜j̴̛̯̄̑̏́̌͒̀̆͂͘͠͝f̷̨̣̞͇̝̮͇̦̘̖̹̮͈̂͑͌̆̅̒̌̀͐̐͘̚̚ś̴̛̼͎͚͚̭̱̠̿̐͐̎̒̚̕."
"Argh!" he woke up with a start as something was jammed into his side, sending electric shocks through his body.
"Who gave you permission to sleep!?" the mans hand struck his cheek again, making the coppery taste of blood fill his mouth for the umpteenth time. He had already lost count how many times he's been slapped, he wasn't even sure how long its been since he woke up. All he knew is that some of his smaller wounds stopped hurting and his severe wounds finally started to get better. Instead of sending intense pain that made his bite through his own lip so he wouldn't make a noise, he was able to bear with the pain now. Not to mention, his ribs seemed to have finally healed, making breathing much easier.
The mans footsteps circled his bed, but he just lay there, instead focusing on the dream he just had.
He was certain he had never seen either of those people before, so he would have chalked up to a dream if it wasn't so vivid. It was like he would feel the cool air on his skin, the cards in his hands and the sensation of someone slamming their cards down onto the floor, making vibrations that the bottom of his legs were able to feel. The feeling of someone playfully punching his shoulder and the absolute happin-
"Tell me," he internally sighed and rolled his eyes, the man asked his question every day," who is your master?" even though he knew his answer was going to cause pain, it was like something beamed and patted his head in a loving, gentle way. Telling him that they were so proud of him to and remain strong so the man wouldn't be able to control him.
"I have no master!" He fully expected the slap and another jab from the electric prod that the man seemed to love so much. He felt something in his head smile and ease the pain away, as if it was his reward for being so stubborn. Even though the being helped the pain and helped him think for himself, he was really starting to wonder if it was a great idea to listen to some disembodied voice in his head.
"Trust me," the voice actually used words this time," Listen to me and you'll make it out here." He would have blinked in surprise if his eyes were open but gave the being a small mental nod.
Its not like he could do anything but trust it.
If he was younger, he would have torn out his own hair in pure frustration. Sidious watched as some droid's poke and prodded Anakin with electric staff. Each and every time, Anakin would let out a pitiful cry, one of the droids would hit him in someway as punishment for showing weakness before poking him again.
It was a splendid method that broke everyone, the longest someone lasted would be a little bit over than two weeks.
Which is why it makes no sense why some amnesiac was just about to break that record. Sidious growled at the thought and every time he looked at Anakin, he wanted tear out his own hair.
Despite the fact that he had chained the man down with force suppressant chains, the light side of the force still hovered arounds the Jedi's head. It was like the force itself was protecting the man.
And every time Sidious tried to enter the Jedi's mind to see what the hell was going on, he would get the equivalent of a slap on the face before being forced out of the Jedi's mind.
It was infuriating.
He turned to the droid that was next to him," Implant the chip." He snarled out his words, his tone making the droid salute before leaving the room, getting ready to implant the force suppressant chip he had prepared.
Hopefully that will help controlling the Jedi.
Sketch ran down the halls nervously, the portrait right under his arm in its protective frame as he tried to find the Jedi.
It was the day of his general's funeral, and once he got over his grief long enough to think clearly, he knew what he had to do.
He perked up when he saw Obi-wan at the end of the hall way, "General!" Obi-wan stopped and turned around at the call, raising an eyebrow as Sketch came to a stop in front of him.
"Sketch, what's the problem?" his voice was tired, lacking that usual lightheartedness that it had. Sketch bent over, his hand on his knee, a little bit winded after he had run around for the last hour.
"Nothing sir," he cleared his throat and straightened back up," I just wanted to give this to you sir, before it starts." Sketch handed over the frame, Obi-wan raising an eyebrow as he took it. With a nod of approval, he started to take off the cloth that was wrapped around it.
His eyes softened when he saw what was in the frame, a sad smile spreading across his face as his eyes grew misty.
It was a beautiful drawing of his padawan, a bright smile and light in his eyes that the black and white drawing captured perfectly. It was a large drawing, easily dwarfing the small, modest picture of Anakin the temple had prepared. And unlike that picture, Anakin looked alive, he looked happy.
"I…Thank you Sketch," Obi-wan wrapped the drawing back up, holding it closely to his body. "I cannot express how much I appreciate this." Sketch gave him a firm nod.
"It was no problem sir, I knew what I had to when I first saw the picture they prepared. I would do anything for one of my brothers." The mention of family made Obi-wan smile again.
"I understand, but you will have my eternal gratitude for this Sketch." Obi-wan bowed deeply. Sketch saluted one last time before the two went their separate ways.
Obi-wan going to stand by Anakin's side one last time.
And Sketch going to join his brothers so they all could salute Anakin one last time.
That was one thing he never thought he would have to do.