Serasai Onashi
Nov 11th, 2013, 02:30:57 PM
One of Serasai Onashi's most prized possessions was a portable dejarik board.
It was made of wood, with small holoprojectors protruding slightly from each space (each spaced in such a way that they would not touch when the board was folded); there was inlaid filigree and embossed lettering in a script he hadn't seen before, but it was aesthetically pleasing enough. What he enjoyed the most was the choices he had for pieces. While the traditional beasts were his nominal favourite, there were settings to change the pieces to soldiery, which included pieces like a Mandalorian in full armour and a Rodian hunter, to starfleet ships and snub fighters, and even Jedi and Sith warriors.
The Novgorod - Onashi was under the suspicion that the ship's name had been changed, but he didn't know for sure, and didn't care enough to ask - had been underway for two months without making a stop in a starport. After training had lost its lustre, he had switched to enhanced gravity training, doing the martial forms he'd been taught in 1.9 gravities. But that soon lost its sheen also. So he pulled out his dejarik board and set up in the Troop Rec Room and systematically destroyed any competition that came his way.
What Onashi liked most about the rank and file of almost any organization was their propensity to make a celebration out of anything. Thus after two hours of playing, most of the troopers and a fair amount of crew were in the Rec Room (making it crowded and hot), alcohol was flowing, and there was a crowd around the dejarik board; not because the game in itself was exciting, but most of the room had bet money on either player, and everyone was invested in who would win.
"Nice try with the Kintan death gambit," Onashi said, keying in his move and watching the Savrip move around and break the aforementioned Kintan. The Ghhhk protected its flank from retribution, leaving the Marine who was his opponent swearing and glaring at the board. "But it's somewhat overused. Next time you're in this situation, try the Molator manoeuvre."
The marine moved, and Onashi ended the game, smashing the soldier's last piece; he had annihilated his opponent from the board.
He looked up at the crowd.
"Anyone else?" he called while the group either cheered or swore while credit dataries changed hands.
It was made of wood, with small holoprojectors protruding slightly from each space (each spaced in such a way that they would not touch when the board was folded); there was inlaid filigree and embossed lettering in a script he hadn't seen before, but it was aesthetically pleasing enough. What he enjoyed the most was the choices he had for pieces. While the traditional beasts were his nominal favourite, there were settings to change the pieces to soldiery, which included pieces like a Mandalorian in full armour and a Rodian hunter, to starfleet ships and snub fighters, and even Jedi and Sith warriors.
The Novgorod - Onashi was under the suspicion that the ship's name had been changed, but he didn't know for sure, and didn't care enough to ask - had been underway for two months without making a stop in a starport. After training had lost its lustre, he had switched to enhanced gravity training, doing the martial forms he'd been taught in 1.9 gravities. But that soon lost its sheen also. So he pulled out his dejarik board and set up in the Troop Rec Room and systematically destroyed any competition that came his way.
What Onashi liked most about the rank and file of almost any organization was their propensity to make a celebration out of anything. Thus after two hours of playing, most of the troopers and a fair amount of crew were in the Rec Room (making it crowded and hot), alcohol was flowing, and there was a crowd around the dejarik board; not because the game in itself was exciting, but most of the room had bet money on either player, and everyone was invested in who would win.
"Nice try with the Kintan death gambit," Onashi said, keying in his move and watching the Savrip move around and break the aforementioned Kintan. The Ghhhk protected its flank from retribution, leaving the Marine who was his opponent swearing and glaring at the board. "But it's somewhat overused. Next time you're in this situation, try the Molator manoeuvre."
The marine moved, and Onashi ended the game, smashing the soldier's last piece; he had annihilated his opponent from the board.
He looked up at the crowd.
"Anyone else?" he called while the group either cheered or swore while credit dataries changed hands.