The Storming of Lucky Despot
INT. LUCKY DESPOT - NIGHT
The Lucky Despot, one of the most infamous and opulent establishments in Mos Espa, was bustling with activity. The casino floor was filled with a mix of smugglers, bounty hunters, wealthy merchants, and various other shady characters. The clinking of credits, the hum of conversations, and the occasional outburst of laughter created a cacophony of sounds.
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. Gojo Satoru, with his distinctive silver hair and black glasses , walked through the grand entrance. His confident stride and the aura of power that surrounded him caused heads to turn and whispers to spread like wildfire.
Unseen by everyone, Tooru in his Wonder of U form, moved through the shadows, his presence felt only by Gojo. His ability to control calamity and misfortune made him an invisible but deadly ally.
Gojo paused, a mischievous thought crossing his mind. "How about I bring Obi-Wan here? I do love trolling someone," he muttered to himself. With a smirk, he turned on his heel and left the Lucky Despot, heading back to the Royal Naboo Starship.
INT. ROYAL NABOO STARSHIP - QUEEN'S CHAMBERS - NIGHT
Queen Amidala (Sabé in disguise) sat with Obi-Wan Kenobi, discussing the day's events. The queen's curiosity about their mysterious ally had grown.
"This Gojo Satoru... he's not a Jedi, is he?" Queen Amidala (sabe disguised) asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "No, he is not a Jedi. He uses force-like powers, but they are not derived from the Force."
Queen Amidala leaned forward, intrigued. "What kind of energy does he use, then?"
Obi-Wan was about to explain, "It's called curse ener—"
Suddenly, Gojo appeared in the room with his usual flair, interrupting Obi-Wan mid-sentence. "Hey, everyone! Did you miss me?"
The abrupt entrance startled both Obi-Wan and Queen Amidala. "Gojo!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, a mix of surprise and exasperation in his voice. "What are you doing here?"
Gojo grinned, his playful demeanor ever present. "I thought it would be fun to have you join me at the Lucky Despot. It's always more interesting with company." He then added with a mischievous smile, "I'm going to kidnap this monk. Goodbye, princess."
Obi-Wan, caught off guard, started to protest. "Wait, I haven't agree—"
Before he could finish, Gojo and Obi-Wan vanished, leaving Queen Amidala (sabe disguised )alone in the room.
Sabé, still disguised as the queen, watched them disappear, a mixture of frustration and amusement crossing her face. In her room, she spoke to herself, "Gojo, you are starting to get very handful and annoying. It looks like it's my personal mission and goal to be able slap you just once. What a troublesome ally, but undeniably useful. Just once, though, if I could teach him a lesson..."
INT. LUCKY DESPOT - ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Obi-Wan, bewildered and slightly irritated, turned to Gojo. "Why did you bring me here?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and annoyance.
Gojo smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I just need some company, and who better than a Jedi?" he replied, his playful tone accompanied by a dramatic wink, the background filling with intense, stylized lines radiating from him, reminiscent of a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure pose.
Obi-Wan sighed, realizing that arguing was pointless. "Fine, let's get this over with," he conceded, resignation in his voice.
Gojo chuckled, patting Obi-Wan on the back with a grin. "That's the spirit! Now, let's stir up some fun," he said, his excitement palpable.
The two walked into the bustling casino, the vibrant atmosphere and eclectic patrons setting the stage for an evening filled with unexpected twists and turns. The energy of the Lucky Despot promised an adventure that would test their limits and bring out the best—or worst—in them.
INT. LUCKY DESPOT - MAIN HALL - NIGHT
The main hall of the Lucky Despot was a dazzling display of wealth and decadence. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and luxurious furnishings adorned the room. At the center of the hall stood the owner, Lady Valarian, an imposing Whiphid female with white fur and piercing blue eyes. Her tall, muscular frame was draped in an elegant, richly decorated robe that contrasted with her rugged appearance. She exuded an air of authority and menace, commanding respect and fear from those around her.
Gojo approached her with his usual confidence. "Lady Valarian, I presume? What a big slug you are," he mocked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Lady Valarian's eyes narrowed with anger, but she kept her composure. "You've got some guts coming here, especially after what you did to my enforcers.
They could use more red color when they see you," Gojo continued, provoking her further.
Her voice was a low growl, filled with menace. "If you wanted to kill me, you'd have done it already. You're standing before the second most influential figure on Tatooine. What do you want?"
Gojo grinned. "Correct. So how about we play a game? Not too complicated, but easy to guess."
Lady Valarian saw an opportunity to turn the situation to her advantage. "How about we play a dice game? Red or blue color. It's simple. Each time we want to see the color of the dice, we use a cup to raise the bets or fold."
In her mind, she thought, "This is the easiest game to cheat. He won't know what dice is inside, and I'll make sure to use my rigged dice."
Gojo's grin widened. "Sounds interesting. Let's play."
Obi-Wan, who had been reluctantly dragged along by Gojo, was at the bar buying drinks. Noticing the commotion, he glanced over, his curiosity piqued. "What is he up to now?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head but unable to resist watching the unfolding spectacle.
INT. LUCKY DESPOT - GAMING TABLE - NIGHT
Gojo and Lady Valarian sat at a luxurious gaming table, with a droid bringing out the dice and cups. The onlookers gathered around, intrigued by the high-stakes game. Obi-Wan, drink in hand, watched from a distance, his interest growing.
Lady Valarian started shaking the dice and then covered them with a cup. Gojo noticed something peculiar—every time she closed the cup, she used one of her fingers to position the dice. Realizing her trick, Gojo moved with lightning speed, breaking one of her fingers with his enhanced reflexes.
Lady Valarian shouted in pain, "Ahh, whyyyyyy!"
Obi-Wan, shocked by Gojo's brutality, nearly dropped his drink. "That was... unexpected," he murmured, his eyes wide with surprise. He began to understand that games like this were full of cheats and deceit, a far cry from the straightforward battles he was used to.
Gojo leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "If you want to cheat, you better pick a better opponent."
The crowd gasped, and Lady Valarian, seething with anger but trying to maintain her composure, nodded. "Fine. We'll use a third party. How about that young bartender who served the drinks?"
She pointed to a young, nervous-looking bartender. Gojo smirked. "Agreed."
Lady Valarian, still nursing her broken finger, growled, "Very well. Let's see if you can handle this."
The young bartender, wide-eyed and trembling, approached the table, ready to take on the role of impartial dice shaker. The tension in the room was palpable as the game resumed, with Gojo and Lady Valarian facing off in a battle of wits and will.
INT. LUCKY DESPOT - GAMING TABLE - NIGHT
As the bartender finished shaking the dice, Gojo noticed something—curse energy emanating from a human-sized birdcage about to be auctioned not far from the gaming table. Intrigued, Gojo ordered Obi-Wan, "Look at the cup."
Obi-Wan, bewildered, responded, "Hey, I'm not in any—" but before he could finish, he realized Gojo had vanished. "And he's gone. Typical," Obi-Wan muttered, giving up with a bemused shake of his head.
Still in the main hall, the announcer began, "And the twin slaves are about to be auctioned. Let's start from 1 million—"
Suddenly, Gojo appeared next to the birdcage. He scanned the twins inside and reviewed what he had learned since coming to this galaxy. "I've got unlimited curse energy. There are lots of souls roaming in space, but this is the first time I have met another person—or should I say twins—with a decent amount of curse energy," he thought to himself.
The announcer, startled but maintaining composure, said, "My honorable guest, if you wish to bid, please—"
Gojo interrupted, "I'll take them as part of the gambling bid."
Lady Valarian, still in pain but recognizing an opportunity, replied, "Well, I suppose we can agree to that. Let's see if you can win them, stranger."
The tension in the room grew even thicker as the high-stakes game continued, now with even more on the line.
Lady Valarian eyed Gojo with a mixture of pain and curiosity. "Now, what can you offer me?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain.
Gojo placed several bags full of metals he had looted from one of the enforcers on the gambling table. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, bore into Lady Valarian's. "Blue," he declared confidently, his voice resonating with an intensity that sent chills down the spine of everyone present.
Lady Valarian smirked, but a hint of nervousness flickered in her eyes. "Red," she countered, her voice trembling slightly despite her attempt to appear unfazed.
The bartender revealed the dice—it was red. Gojo had lost the round, but his menacing gaze remained fixed on Lady Valarian, unyielding and fierce, as if daring her to underestimate him again.
Sensing an opportunity to up the stakes, Lady Valarian said, "I'll choose red for this round and add a rare kyber crystal, highly sought after here on Tatooine. But you'll need something to balance it if you want to keep playing the game, since the stash from the remaining four enforcers won't be enough."
Obi-Wan, realizing the gravity of the situation, shouted, "He doesn't have anything left!"
Lady Valarian's eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "Yes, he does. I want you," she pointed at Obi-Wan, "as part of the deal."
She anticipated seeing fear or panic in Gojo's eyes, but instead, Gojo's demeanor turned even more menacing, akin to Jotaro's unyielding stare. His eyes narrowed, and his voice was a low, dangerous growl. "Fine. I choose blue and add Obi-Wan as part of the deal ," he said, his voice steady and unwavering.
Lady Valarian was taken aback, shocked by Gojo's willingness to stake a Jedi. The room buzzed with whispers as the high-stakes game took a dramatic turn. The tension was palpable, and all eyes were now on the two formidable opponents.
Obi-Wan, feeling the pressure, commented, "Oh great, now I'm a property," he said humorously, trying to lighten the mood but clearly unsettled.
Gojo, with a menacing aura, replied, "What got you so panicked? All we need to do is win." Suddenly, Gojo had a cigarette in his mouth and smoked it in a manner reminiscent of Jotaro. The air around him seemed to grow heavier, charged with his sheer presence.
Lady Valarian noticed and exclaimed, "Hey stranger, did you just suddenly have a smoke?"
Gojo grinned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I didn't smoke." He opened his mouth to reveal a lollipop. "It's because I licked it very, very fast, so the other end got smoked," he said menacingly, his voice dripping with a sinister playfulness.
In her thoughts, Lady Valarian reassured herself, "The bartender is actually my ally, and he is very expert at white card shuffle. There is no way he becomes an idiot when shaking the dice. That means there's no way I lose."
Suddenly, Gojo had a milkshake beside his table. Lady Valarian, exasperated, asked, "Did you just suddenly start drinking in a tense position like this?"
"Alright stranger, let's open the cu---," she said aloud, her voice betraying a hint of unease.
Gojo shrugged, his grin widening. "Hey, wait up, I have the right to raise the bet."
Obi-Wan was shocked. "He really doesn't have anything left!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Lady Valarian growled, "Rrrrrrrrraise? But you don't have anything left."
Gojo then said, "I add Queen Amidala herself as part of the gambling."
Lady Valarian was very, very shocked. "Hahhhhhhh? W-whaaaat? Chuba doompa!" she swore in Huttese, her shock palpable.
Even Obi-Wan was taken aback. "This is insane! You can't just gamble the Queen!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine disbelief and shock.
Gojo continued, his voice calm but laced with an undeniable threat, "I came here because I was tasked to guard the ruler of Naboo herself. But fat slug, you've gotta add something equal. That would be your rights to this casino."
The Lucky Despot was more than just a casino. It was the nerve center of Lady Valarian's criminal empire, a place where deals were made and broken, fortunes won and lost. The wealth generated from its gambling tables and illicit activities flowed through every corner of Tatooine, making it a hub for smugglers, bounty hunters, and merchants alike. Controlling the Lucky Despot meant having a hand in almost every underworld transaction on the planet.
Obi-Wan's mind raced as he grasped the enormity of the stakes. "The Lucky Despot isn't just a casino; it's the heart of Lady Valarian's empire. Every illegal deal, every shady transaction, they all go through here. If Gojo wins this, he won't just be taking over a building. He'll be taking control of the entire criminal network on Tatooine. Gojo, you can win this, right? You CAN WIN THIS, RIGHT, GOJOOOOOOOO!"
Lady Valarian, now very tense and looking like she was going to faint, tried to keep her composure.
Gojo then shouted, commanding the attention of everyone in the room, "SO, ARE YOU GONNA CALL OR GONNA CHICKEN OUT, LADY VALARIAN!!!!!!?"
The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation as everyone waited for Lady Valarian's response, the tension almost tangible.
Lady Valarian, now very tense and looking like she was going to faint, tried to keep her composure. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat. "I... I will... I will s-s-say it... I c-ca... ca... ca... call... call... ca-ca-call...," she stammered, her voice trembling.
Suddenly, she felt a shock run through her body. Her eyes widened as she realized she couldn't control her throat or mouth. "I've gotten so shocked and nervous... I can't say anything right... I need to breathe... I need to breathe..."
Lady Valarian's breathing became erratic, her eyes darting around in panic. Unable to cope with the stress, she gasped for air and then, with a final shudder, she passed out, collapsing onto the floor. The room fell silent, the air thick with the weight of what had just transpired.
Gojo remained calm, his menacing gaze never wavering. He had won, and now the fate of the Lucky Despot was in his hands.
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INT. LUCKY DESPOT - MAIN HALL - NIGHT
The Lucky Despot was bustling with activity, its opulent interior filled with the murmur of conversations, the clinking of credits, and the occasional outburst of laughter. Amidst this cacophony, G0-T0, the droid mastermind of the Exchange, observed the proceedings with detached interest. His sensors were attuned to every detail, his processors analyzing the myriad interactions within the casino.
As the stranger with distinctive white hair and a blindfold walked in, G0-T0's sensors immediately registered the shift in the room's atmosphere. The white-haired human exuded an aura of power that piqued G0-T0's curiosity. The droid's processors whirred as he assessed the newcomer, cross-referencing his appearance and demeanor with known individuals in the galaxy.
Interesting, G0-T0 thought. This one is not to be underestimated.
G0-T0's Internal Monologue:
The stakes are high tonight. This stranger has already demonstrated an impressive level of confidence and skill. His presence here is an anomaly. I must understand his intentions and capabilities.
As the stranger approached Lady Valarian, G0-T0 increased the sensitivity of his auditory sensors to catch every word exchanged between them.
Lady Valarian: "Now, what can you offer me?"
Stranger: "Blue."
G0-T0's Thoughts:
Blue? A confident choice. Let's see how this plays out.
The bartender revealed the dice—it was red. G0-T0's processors quickly calculated the odds and determined that the stranger had lost this round. Yet, the human's unwavering gaze remained fixed on Lady Valarian.
He's not deterred by a single loss. There's more to him than meets the eye.
Sensing the tension, Lady Valarian upped the stakes, adding a rare kyber crystal. G0-T0 analyzed the value and potential uses of the crystal, noting its importance in both legal and illegal markets.
An interesting gambit. But what will the stranger counter with?
Lady Valarian: "Yes, he does. I want you," she pointed at Obi-Wan, "as part of the deal."
Stranger: "Fine. I add Obi-Wan as part of the deal and I choose blue."
Bold move, stranger. Staking a Jedi? This human is either incredibly confident or recklessly bold. But confidence alone won't win this game.
As the game progressed, G0-T0's interest grew. The stranger's antics—smoking a cigarette that turned out to be a lollipop, the sudden appearance of a milkshake—were distractions, but they also displayed a level of psychological manipulation that impressed G0-T0.
Psychological warfare. He's playing on Valarian's nerves. Clever.
The stakes reached their peak when the stranger added Queen Amidala to the bet. G0-T0's processors almost overheated from the sheer audacity of the move.
Lady Valarian: "Hahhhhhhh? W-whaaaat? Chuba doompa!"
Obi-Wan: "This is insane! You can't just gamble the Queen!"
Queen Amidala? This human's reach extends further than I anticipated. This changes the entire dynamic.
Stranger: "I came here because I was tasked by the ruler of Naboo herself. But fat slug, you've gotta add something equal. That would be your rights to this casino."
G0-T0 calculated the implications of such a wager. The Lucky Despot was the heart of Lady Valarian's empire, a central hub for countless illicit activities. Losing it would cripple her influence significantly.
This is no longer just a game. This is a strategic play for control.
G0-T0's Observations:
Lady Valarian began to falter, her confidence eroding under the weight of the stakes. Her internal struggle was evident as she attempted to respond.
Lady Valarian: "I... I will... I will s-s-say it... I c-ca... ca... ca... call... call... ca-ca-call..."
Suddenly, she experienced a shock attack, unable to control her throat and mouth. Panic set in as she realized the severity of her situation.
Lady Valarian's Internal Monologue:
"I've gotten so shocked and nervous... I can't say anything right... I need to breathe... I need to breathe..."
With a final gasp, Lady Valarian passed out, collapsing onto the floor. The room fell silent, the tension almost tangible.
G0-T0's Conclusion:
Fascinating. This stranger has effectively dismantled Lady Valarian's composure and secured a potentially game-changing victory. His methods are unconventional, but undeniably effective. I must keep an eye on him.
G0-T0's processors hummed with new data and strategies as he recalibrated his plans, now accounting for the unpredictable factor that was the stranger.
Tyber Zann's Point of View The Zann Consortium leader pov for later chapter
INT. LUCKY DESPOT - MAIN HALL - NIGHT
The Lucky Despot was a hive of activity, its opulent interior thrumming with the energy of gamblers, smugglers, and bounty hunters. Tyber Zann, the calculating leader of the Zann Consortium, watched from a private booth, his sharp eyes taking in the scene below. His fingers drummed lightly on the table, a sign of his restless mind.
As the stranger with white hair and a blindfold entered the hall, Zann's interest was immediately piqued. The stranger moved with a confidence that suggested power and competence, traits that Zann valued. Leaning forward slightly, Zann observed as the stranger made his way to Lady Valarian.
Who is this bold newcomer? Zann wondered. He doesn't fit the profile of anyone I know. Interesting.
Tyber Zann's Internal Monologue:
The stakes tonight have just been raised. This stranger walks in like he owns the place. Let's see if he can back up that swagger.
Lady Valarian: "Now, what can you offer me?"
Stranger: "Blue."
Zann's Thoughts:
Bold move. Let's see how this unfolds.
The bartender revealed the dice—it was red. The stranger had lost the round, but his unwavering gaze remained fixed on Lady Valarian. Zann admired the stranger's composure.
Not bad. He doesn't flinch at a loss. There's more to him than meets the eye.
As Lady Valarian upped the stakes, adding a rare kyber crystal, Zann's interest grew. He knew the value of such a crystal in various markets.
High stakes indeed. How will the stranger counter this?
Lady Valarian: "Yes, he does. I want you," she pointed at Obi-Wan, "as part of the deal."
Stranger: "Fine. I add Obi-Wan as part of the deal and I choose blue."
Risky move, stranger. Staking a Jedi. Either he's very confident or very reckless. But that kind of confidence could be useful.
The stranger's antics—smoking a cigarette that turned out to be a lollipop, the sudden appearance of a milkshake—were distractions, but Zann saw through them. He recognized them as psychological tactics designed to unnerve Lady Valarian.
He's playing mind games. Clever. Valarian won't handle this well.
When the stranger added Queen Amidala to the bet, Zann's eyes widened slightly. He admired the sheer audacity of the move.
Lady Valarian: "Hahhhhhhh? W-whaaaat? Chuba doompa!"
Obi-Wan: "This is insane! You can't just gamble the Queen!"
Queen Amidala? This changes everything. This stranger has connections. He's a player in a much bigger game.
Stranger: "I came here because I was tasked by the ruler of Naboo herself. But fat slug, you've gotta add something equal. That would be your rights to this casino."
Zann calculated the implications. The Lucky Despot was the linchpin of Lady Valarian's operations. Losing it would devastate her influence on Tatooine.
This is a power play. He's not here just to gamble; he's here to take control.
Tyber Zann's Observations:
Lady Valarian began to falter, her confidence crumbling. Zann watched with keen interest as she struggled to speak.
Lady Valarian: "I... I will... I will s-s-say it... I c-ca... ca... ca... call... call... ca-ca-call..."
She experienced a shock attack, unable to control her throat and mouth. Panic set in as she realized the severity of her situation.
Lady Valarian's Internal Monologue:
"I've gotten so shocked and nervous... I can't say anything right... I need to breathe... I need to breathe..."
With a final gasp, Lady Valarian passed out, collapsing onto the floor. The room fell silent, the tension almost tangible.
Tyber Zann's Conclusion:
Remarkable. This stranger has dismantled Valarian without lifting a finger. His methods are unorthodox, but effective. He's someone worth keeping an eye on.
Zann's mind raced with new strategies and alliances, considering how this stranger could fit into his plans. The dynamics of Tatooine's underworld had shifted, and Tyber Zann intended to make the most of it.