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He was rough, he hurt all over. Jurgen's head felt like it was cracked open and his brain was punched. His chest felt like his organs were slush. His exo- and endoskeleton felt like they were not there at all, that his torn muscles were the only things holding him up. Even under the rain of...

Jurgen was hit in the head again as his vision went black. He didn't really wake up until many hours later, when the doctors had finished up with him. His ears rang, his head throbbed, he wasn't having a good time. And then he was shoved back out on the field again. His already scrappy looking...

He didn't even need to land before he dropped the runner. She folded right under his two bolts like paper, and that wasn't his intended plan. He wanted to get in and maul her. Kidney shots, punches, swings of the saw, kicks, the whole nine yards. Yet she just went and dropped like a sack of...

Bits of his armor hung off his frame like rags. As he stood up from the explosion pieces of his chestplate landed on the ground beneath him. Luckily for Jurgen wasn't his, nor was it all that difficult to repair or modify. It was cheap and pretty simple, used as decoration more than anything...

Jurgen returned to the field, his head still ringing from the punishment of the last game. He took several blows to the head, and those were still simmering. His intro was nothing fantastic, he simply raised his fists, lightly and hopped as if he was a boxer. He had his plan all ready for the...

Jurgen was back on the ground as his head rang, the galaxy around him going dark around him for but a moment. He blinked the light back into his eyes and shook his head as he slowly stumbled upwards to stand. His ears rang, his body was sore and painful, but currently he didn't care. He won...

Jurgen basked in the roar of the crowd for a moment his head tilting back and a loud war cry heard only to himself was above the cheers. He felt the world was on his side, the galaxy shining down on him and basking him in its light. But the moment broke as a thought passed by his mind. The Bull...

He went from flying to the ground in the blink of an eye, the piece of slag gun disabling his arm. He then got a good punch to the ribs, his rebreather already smelling of his own blood. If he was a lesser species that may very well have gone through. But Jurgen luckily was one to have an...

There he was. Instead of the other team-mate that was on the list he got the Raging Bull himself. The former MVP of Huttball 2, the leader of the Empire itself, the butcher of potentially hundreds of thousands. And he just managed to step his demonic frame over to Jurgen's team. This was no...

Jurgen stood behind the scenes, taking a moment to breath. He was released just days before he applied to Hutball, and now here he was. His armor was already applied to his form, the undersuit a bit tight. He certainly did bulk up in prison, hopefully his coat would still fit. He stared down at...

Jurgen's black eyes immidiently spotted the sucker well before he was near the group. He could know a good mark even with the distance between them. He looked like a rich kid, anyone could see that from a kilometer away, yet as he got closer this kid obviously came from money. Not just any...

The alien slowly strolled over to the prince he was absolutely oblivious was royalty and slung the blaster rifle over his shoulder. His steps were slow and spaced out as he tried fishing for a cigara from the box. It was rather full of them, all of different kinds and flavors, and he pulled a...

Jurgen was already buzzed on something before he stumbled into the party, his blaster rifle drunkenly held in one hand and a case full of something in the other. A nice cigara box, atleast that's what he thought he grabbed from his ship before he stumbled over here. The rings on both of his...