[center]Talking to [@Reia][@CleanBreeze][/center]
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Time for gambling. Time, for Voiddin. The rules of Voiddin were very, very simple- he made them up as he went along, under the guise of a simple card discarding game. The entire game, from top to bottom, was custom made for him to win (and to make out like a bandit with everyone's bets.) Flicking the cards out with a practised hand, he would explain the brief basics (play cards that were higher, lower, or the same, any suite,) before getting to work.

As he dealt out though, he noticed a large, burly shape on the edge of the campfire, holding up a card. "Ey there! Wha' you be doin' hidin' over there like? Playin' Voiddin', git here!" He flicked out a fresh set of cards for the newcomer (if he didn't end up playing he'd just fold them back into the draw pile,) crack his knuckles and get to work.

Alas though, he hardly had time to clear [b]anyone's[/b] bets before his diminuitive Cadian translator was off like a shot, along with her bet. "Oi! Gi-" He cut himself off as he saw what spooked the trooper, gulping as he saw the distinctive uniform of a commissar crest the edge of the campfire. Placing the cards down on the table, he would quietly stuff his hands in his pocket.

Sure, he hadn't been on the surface for long, but he knew more than enough when it came to these particular scary-looking individuals. Paramilitary, right to execute at any time for any reason, could dish out punishments worse than any captain... Then, she stepped into the light and he was confused. Commissars were all black, this woman was in navy. His brain ticked over the information provided, until he came to the logical conclusion that this was not a commissar.

She was, in fact, an officer. Fingers crossed the cards wouldn't be confiscated then, he supposed.