Ask Event Hutt Ball Season One

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

“KRIFFING JETPACK!” Cas cursed as her jets gave way well before she had a chance to reach the ball. Hadn’t she just refueled the suckers plenty full? Oh but of course technology had to take a sucker punch right then and there.

Recalibrating...sensors...or something whatever the hell who cares the Mandalorian was up and away once again. Come on, you dickless di’kuts.

Just like that, the only Mandalorian absent of a penis was back in the game. Though she had balls more than most and was determined to collect at least one.

Fortunately, her gaunt friend named Mayo or something something was playing the mule by carrying the ball for everyone else. His Mandalorian friends would have to act quickly to ensure the boy made that homerun and OO-RAH!!

Iron Man was busy busying himself with Death. Mr. Macho was busying himself with Funny Nag. Krazy Kel was… Oh no you don’t. Cas had learned long ago not to take a Forcie for granted.

Jedi, Sith, someone and somewhere in between, it didn’t much matter. They were the galactic anomaly in a galaxy that catered only to the strength of the Mandalorians so go paddle your douche canoe somewhere else, douchebag.

Her jetpack back in gear, Cas bolted forward and so did the bolts from her dual pistols. A flurry of them flew forth for the Kel Dor (@Tulos) as he tried to interfere with the fine efforts of Funny Nag. He could try and fail, if that tickled his fancy.

Whether Cas’ blaster bolts struck the Kel Dor in the chest, the head, the hands, the legs, the balls—any hit would surely succeed in breaking his concentration at least enough to let her non-Mandalorian teammate get the kriff out of there and score a goal. If he knew what was good for him, that is.

Dice Roll Result:
shooting Bir Vuul in Huttball bcuz screw you Sithy leave my mule alone
Roll: 11/20

@The Good Doctor
@Scoobert @Tom
@EviFoxx @Isen @Tulos

 

[Huttball League]

Death's (@EviFoxx) knife would miss, unfortunately. But he had bigger problems. He was focused on a precision attack and left himself vulnerable as a result, letting Iron Man's (@Scoobert) cable whip grab a hold of his throwing arm. The cable was locked in, and Iron Man could yank him if he so desired, or leave Death tied up ineffectually being able to affect the game from this state and vulnerable to other attacks.

Krazy Kel (@Tulos) would then attempt his force grip/pull on Feannag, he would try but would be met from a flurry of shots from Anvil (Die Shize) which would disrupt his concentration. The furry of shots would be mostly inaccurate, but one shot would land a glancing hit Kel in the right shoulder, with no armor to mitigate the shot would burn and the Hutts could sniff and smell burning flesh. Krazy Kel was hurt and had his his force power's hold broken, but he still is able to continue abit with some damage. He would have to do something with the Mandalorian attacking him though

A lot of the cameras were focusing in on the scene with the Hutt Ball itself. Mr. Macho (Isen) and Feannag (Tom) were about to meet. Feannag was making a leap of faith, if he made it would have left him with a wide open path to score the goal without any meddling...

But that's not what happened.

Feannag would feel a *snap* when his right ankle whern he hit the ground still on the same floor but missed where he wanted to jump towards. Pain would burst through his and he would his face on the cold metal and with a sprained right ankle. There could be several reasons for it, maybe he misjudge the amount of ompfh needed to make the jump needed, didn't adjust for the weight of the hutt ball collect. But whatever the reason, what happened happened. The ball would be dropped and would roll forward a bit, but not by much before remaining still, waiting for someone to pick it up.

Mr. Macho still found himself unable to get his hands on Feannag, and still had quite a bit of distance to get the huttball now. He has two obvious options, he could try getting his hands on Feannag, maybe put him out of the round should he manage to get to him before he recovers, or grab the ball.

Now we are with the Hutts on commentary "OOH, that's got to hurt" "Dang, he was doing so good" "This is getting fun, attacks are starting to connect, it will be a blast! Haha. Just love the smell of burnt flesh in the morning here on Nar Haaska"

Spoiler: Notes

Unfortunately, some particularly poor rolls. Bad luck :( there are some conquences and I can't let you off lightly.

@EviFoxx that the cable is locked in, Death won't be quick enough to be able to cut it off or counter attack due to roll of 4. He's vulnerable and unable to respond to Lauren's follow up move. in which the effectiveness of it Scoop will still roll for as normal. No roll this round for Death and is at the mercy of Scoop's roll.

@Tom Feannag is unable to move in addition to feeling lots of pain. No roll this round. The round after you can proceed, but still injured, hurting, and slown down, so -2 to future rolls until goal is scored. Likewise Feannag is vulnerable to attacks this round.

 

[Bir Vuul]

As Bir grinned, his reach in the Force closing in on Feannag and the huttball in his possession, blaster fire began to rain around him. The first blaster strike nearly broke his attention, as did the second, but the third bolt found it’s mark as it seared across the top of his right shoulder. The pain caused the Kel Dor to wince but the sensation called back to a day long gone. Flashbacks of his time imprisoned on Korriban began to flash behind closed eyes. Burned, cut, tortured to a point of no return. It was pain that made him into the man he was now and it was pain that would drive him on.

Turning to the advancing Mandalorian, Bir brought his blade up ahead of himself to deflect any further onslaught from Anvil’s blaster and began to run towards her. Each step closed the distance until he was directly below her. As she passed overhead, Bir would slide across the steel platform in his bare feet until coming to a stop and turning his body to face his flying foe. From his stationary position, Krazy Kel would jump and launch himself towards Anvil, his blade in his right hand and held over his shoulder. Once the distance was closed, the Acolyte would bring his lightsaber down and directly across the bottoms of the Mandalorian’s shoulder blades and directly through her jet pack. If all went well, Bir could effectively clip one little bird’s wings in one fell swipe.

Groan 6/20

@The Good Doctor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Her bolts had struck true. Yay! Take that, di’kut, and hope you have limb insurance. Well, a bit of a zap to the shoulder was better than nothing, she supposed. It sure was enough to interrupt Krazy from gaining an advantage over Funny Nag. The latter, though, had just dropped the ball—quite explicitly.

Cas spied the Huttball roll forward a bit, but not by much before remaining still, waiting for someone to pick it up. That was enough. Macho Man was right next to Funny Nag and either one could give that ball a snag.

Yet there were more pressing concerns coming Cas’ way. That Krazy Kel Dor from before had just launched himself through the air. Fortunately for him, he was a Forcie, and those kinds of peeps could jump pretty high and go pretty fast, fwoom!-fwoom!-fwoom! Unfortunately for him, his opponent was a Mandalorian, and she wasn’t one to shoot at someone until they stayed down.

Cas would still be in flight by the time her nemesis came a’swingin’ with his little lightsabey going swishy-swooshy-swashy! Well, Anvil was prepared all the while, her guns already trained. They went pew-pew-pew! as fingers squeezed the triggers and hopefully in time to prevent her shoulders or jetpack from getting lightsabered.

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven and then some and however many bolts might be enough to knock that Kel Dor out of the air. The Mando was targeting the chest and the head. She would settle for one or both. An arm or a leg? Not aimed for but just as good because it would likely render the recipient a cripple if all things went well.

In the end, as long as she herself had not suffered any interruption, Cas would exit her flight in a soft landing parallel to her Vano vod. Somewhere in between Iron Man and Anvil would be Funny Nag and Macho Man. Amid them all would be nicknames that were quickly wearing thin, her own included.

Dice Roll Result:
rolling to shoot the annoying Kel Door outta the air
Roll: 16/20

@The Good Doctor
@Scoobert @Tom
@EviFoxx @Isen @Tulos

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

Spoiler: THEME

Piledrive City

There was no doubt that both of the options presented to Poffo came up with upside and downside. The ball was loose, and Poffo could go for it. It would make some sense as it was on their side of the arena, and someone needed to move it away from the blue goal. The downside of that was it would be missing a potential golden opportunity to take Feannag out of commission for a good long while.

Thus the other option. Poffo had an opportunity to potentially make this a 3 vs. 2 matchup for a while by trying to drop the dummy-dums on Feannag. Even if the red team grabbed the ball, the blue team should have the numbers to prevent a score. However, the downside is that Poffo would be passing up an opportunity to get the ball- a necessary component to scoring.

Ultimately, his decision was made by the man's game-name. Feannag? What the flying krick was that? You didn't have to go Lorrd University and take marketing classes to know he would have been better off using his real name, no matter how bad it was. He deserved to get his teeth kicked in just for his naming conventions.

Poffo pulled himself up on the platform and started walking toward Feannag (@Tom ) who was nursing what could have been a broken ankle. "Oooh, yeah! Got ya a cup of coffee, didn't ya, yeah. Just a cup of coffee, tried to get that blast of caf on your way to a score, yeah!" Poffo was finger-flourishing and jerking his head in wild and odd manners. "Tried to bask in the glory, be a hero, but then you dropped the cup of coffee, oh, boy did you spill it. Spilled it all over yourself! Yeah! Let's see what else we can spill, OOOOH, YEEEE-AAAAHH!!!" Poffo would try to cover the rest of the distance in a hurry, and grab the injured Feannag and tombstone piledrive him head first by jumping off the ledge to the level below. If it Poffo was able to grab Feannag up and complete the move, it would be a devastating blow, possibly busting his head wide open on the floor or breaking his neck. On the other hand, it would be a real crowd-pleaser.

@The Good Doctor

Spoiler: Dice- 19 out of 20

Thank goodness, finally something good

 

[Laren Vano]

The cable wrapped around Death's arm and he was at the mercy of Laren Vano, known as Iron Man for the match. This moment would prove to one known as Death that even Death itself isn't safe from the clutches of a Mandalorian. The superior fighting race. Even though the opponent is much larger than the likes of Laren, it was time to go night night.

"Alright bub, night night time."

Laren would yank as hard as he could while attempting to send a leg up to roundhouse the head of his opponent. It would be an effective move if it connects tothe dome piece of the brute, but then again all actions have a risk and consequences. Who knows how this might turn out.

Roll......... 1 of 20.......

@The Good Doctor

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

Theme

Triumph evaded "Feannag's" grasp, and instead he'd feel the agonizing crunch of defeat.

...or maybe the crunch was from his ankle. He couldn't really tell between the pain and the screaming.

"GYAEEEEEE!!!" Screeched the bird, his claw caught and twisted on a branch before he'd been able to fly. Rather than soar into the sky, he was twisted, and the raven had landed on the ground only feet from the branch he'd jumped from. The pain immobilized him and the ball would fling from his grip, landing a few feet away from him.

"SHITE, KARKING SHITE, SCHUTTA SLIME SHITE SHITESHITESHITE--" He'd curse, hands gripping around his ankle. It was twisted at an oddly crude angle, dislocated in such a way that he couldn't help but feel disgust at how completely screwed he was.

But he was more concerned with where his prize had landed.

Despite it, the boy would try to pull himself up, grabbing at the stairs with one hand and trying to pull himself up. Glancing around, his aquamarine eyes would frantically search, until they rested on the ball that was a few feet away. He would've smiled if his facial muscles were still contorting at the agony he now felt, though the realization that the ball hadn't fallen into the possession of his opponents.

He began formulating a plan in his mind. If he could manage to crawl over to the ball, he could attempt to throw it at either of his mandalorian teammates. He might've been downed, but he could still try and heal his injury. Laeonas could start by resetting his ankle, and while agonizing, he knew how he could push it aside. It would take time, but he could draw on his emotions, calming himself and opening up to the force. His injury wouldn't be gone-- it'd still be difficult to walk-- but the overwhelming pain would dim, and he could be up again... if he was lucky.

Pulling himself forward, he'd wince as another jolt of pain ran up his leg and spread through his body.

"Kriff, kriffin karkin sonofan'ore..." He'd snarled under his breathe, ready to inch over to the ball-- until he sensed an approaching threat.

Turning, the giant from Mataou towered over him. The vulgar speech stopped, and the sounds escaping his lips drew silent. His face was a blank canvas, colored by complete vulnerability.

"Oooh, yeah! Got ya a cup of coffee, didn't ya, yeah. Just a cup of coffee, tried to get that blast of caf on your way to a score, yeah!" The words boomed in his skull, but Laeonas blinked a bit. "What'is'e sayin?"

"Tried to bask in the glory, be a hero, but then you dropped the cup of coffee, oh, boy did you spill it. Spilled it all over yourself! Yeah! Let's see what else we can spill, OOOOH, YEEEE-AAAAHH!!!"

He blinked again. Confusion turned to frustration, and the boy glanced down at the lightsaber that he'd clipped to his belt. Before he could react, however, he was pulled up. He could only look in terror, staring between the larger man's legs. Only three words could slip into his mind.

"WHAT THA FU-"
​

@The Good Doctor

 

[Neffy Whilstradt]

A cable suddenly wrapped itself around Neffy's arm and he spun around to see where it came from. Of course, it's a forkin' Mandalorian. Neffy sighed as the Mandalorian began to pull Neffy towards him and they looked like they were readying themselves for some kind of kick. Neffy would normally counter this by sweeping the legs or just simply dropkicking them but as he was tied up he couldn't really pull that sort of move off right now.

He just had to wait, as he was slowly but surely being pulled towards the (gorgeous) Mandalorian.

@The Good Doctor

 

[Huttball League]

Most of the cameras would still be having their eyes on Mr. Macho (@Isen and @Feannag). The bounty hunter has been slow for most of the game so far has finally got his hands on his foe that had been proven elusive up to this point. The Hutts had their mouths open as they would watch what Mr. Macho would do, his showboating and then what he would actually do to Feannag. Mr. Macho grabbed Feannag for what appeared to be a wrestling move? But he did the manuever, he would jump off the ledge and then drive the Feannag's head into the metal blow. The impact could be heard from even the nearby Hutt skiff. The Hutt commentators were jaw dropped upon seeing this. "Oh by Boonta's treasure! He's been utterly destroyed, hahahahaha". The only thing that would be left in Mr. Macho's wake is nothing but a motionless body. That and a pool of blood from Feannag's head. "Oh my... someone quick, get him to a bacta tank. We still need him for the next round." After that, a medical droid would be dispatched, to retrieve Feannag's body. The medical droid would also have to do a analysis to see how much damage was done. The average viewer would know full and well whatever it is, it's nothing pretty at all.

WIth that, the only obstacle between Mr. Macho and the ball is gone. Feannag is KO'ed!

Iron Man (@Scoobert) did indeed have Death at his mercy, He was just about to go for the coup de grace. But that's not what happened. The exact moment when Iron Man finished speaking, a spear of lightning came from the gloomy, dark skies and connected with him, striking him, and ultimately the Mandalorian would then collapse. The shockwave would send Death (@EviFoxx) back quite a few, but with only superfical harm and luckly for him the lightning shock didn't carry over to him via the cable. Now Death can use this chance to free himself and rejoin the fight.

"Oh holy boonta, I've never seen that happen before. Hahahaha, this is too rich hahaha. Oh yeah, medical droid, get him too" "This just goes to show that anything can happen in Huttball."

It turns out that having a ship high in the air when there are storm clouds might be kind of dangerous. Not that the Hutts actually would care about that of course. Iron Man is KO'ed! "What freak awful luck."

The cameras would now focus on Anvil (@Die Shize) and Krazy Kel (@Tulos) Krazy Kel launched himself for his attack and the other Mandalorian responded with another flurry of blaster shots which would meet the Sith head on. Unfortunately, while he might be able to deflect a couple shots and maybe a few shots would still hit, but two shots would land in different parts of Kel's unarmored torso. Kel was already wounded from the glancing hit eariler, would then pass out from the pain now and crash into the ground, not able to carry out the attack against Anvil

"Wow, three people down in short succession!""And it looks like the Blue Team has the advantage now, what were you saying eariler Dabba?""Shut up".

Suffice it to say, Krazy Kel is KO'ed!

What Trex said on commentary is true, there is only one Red team member left, and 2 blue team members left. Once Anvil is dispatched, the Blue team can score goal with impunity. But Anvil has shown to be very capable, maybe she can pull an upset.

 

[Neffy Whilstradt]

Feannag is KO'ed!

Neffy could just about see what had happened behind him with Macho and Feannag. Poor kid. He turned back to face Iron Man. Before he could even say anything a bolt of lightning struck Iron Man directly and the shockwave sent Neffy flying backwards. He was inches away from smacking his head on the large metal pipe. A laugh escaped Neffy's lips.

Iron Man is KO'ed!

I genuinely feel sorry for you bud. Neffy managed to get to his feet. He leaned back onto the pipe behind him to catch his breath and make sure his vision stopped swirling. Just one more to knock out and then we win this round. He headed towards Macho and hoped he hadn't lost his mind completely. He recovered his knife just as he spotted Anvil. He aimed his blaster towards her and fired. He didn't care if they hit or missed. As long as he could distract her and allow time for Macho to close in on her that's fine.

((rolling to try and distract Anvil with shots from Neffy's blaster and draw her attention towards Neffy - 15))

@The Good Doctor

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

After driving Feannag's head into the ground like a tent stake and seeing the bloody spill of evidence that Poffo had done a little reconstruction on the man's dome, Mr. Macho immediately popped up to take his cheers and jeers from the crowd. Certainly, there would be some that thought it was overkill. Most of the huttball fans, however, would consider it a perfectly clean and acceptable part of the game. Poffo spun 360 degrees twice, left hand on his hip, the right hand whirling above his head, his knees slightly crouched for added pizzaz.

"Look at the hero now, yeah! If you escape with your life, yeah, you will be a lucky, lucky, lucky Fanboy, Faeannag, yeah." He pulled out a few old receipts and some lint from one of the pockets of his amazing jacket, ripped them up, and started sprinkling the pocket trash over Feannag's body as the medical droid made its way to pick up the limp, lifeless body. "Because comparatively speaking to The Madness, Mr. Macho, yeah...you are nothing but garbage. Nothing but garbage, Fanboy! Because things are just poppin' right now, yeah! Things are just starting to cultivate and things are starting to get real colorful. Yeah, real colorful like the now crimson-stained red floor, yeah! Yeah, Mr. Macho is the artist and you're providing the paint, yeah!"

The droids started to pick up Feannag's body, and Poffo yelled at the droid which largely ignored the colorful combatant. "Oh, yeah! When you get him to the back, don't bother with the bacta tank, no, no. That's not where he belongs. No, he belongs in the wastebasket because, as I have said...yeah, comparatively speaking to Mr. Macho he is nothing but garbage, YEAH!"

Of course toward the send of the self-aggrandizing and pro-wrestling style promo, he remembered that he did in fact have a job to do, and that was to score. While The Madness was letting his charisma flow out of him like the very rays of light from the sun, two more of the field of six got KO'd. Poffo took a quick account of the situation, and team blue suddenly had a 2 to 1 advantage. Dr. Death was trying to keep the lone red team member occupied. If he was successful, that meant that Mr. Macho would have a clear path to the huttball. With that, he ran to the ledge with the full intention of jumping on the platform and grabbing the ball for a shot at a score.

Spoiler: Dice Roll

Not bad! 14 out of 20

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Anvil’s pistols were quite on point as they blasted their target. “Kiss the floor for me, di’kut!”The Mandalorian called through her helm to bid her buddy bye-bye as Krazy Kel took a tumble.

“SHIT IN A SHINDIG!” Anvil blurted as she spotted her fellow Mando get speared by lightning that had come out of nowhere from her point of view. Sweet dreams, vod. I shall carry your light... Terrible pun.

Iron Man wasn’t alone. As Anvil zoomed through the air with jetpack bursting she spotted Mr. Nacho or whatever the hell his name was stick his head between the Funny Nag’s legs as if to kiss his crotch.

Instead, Blue knocked Red’s noggin on the floor and good night, Nag. Oofffff that’s gonna need a band-aid and THANKS FOR THE HELP, RED TEAM

Though things could be better they could be worse. Anvil was left all on her own, floating in the air while flirting with the idea of somehow still winning this round, but a chance to win was a chance to win so kriff it. “KRIFF IT!”

In order to win she would need to take out one remaining Blue of two who could take her out of the sky with his blaster. On the other hand, what would a man with no blaster be doing right about now? Going for the ball!

Not if Anvil could help it. It’s pew-pew for you, little blue! With that, she took off flying after Macho—flying backwards. Her primary concern was still the Blue (@EviFoxx) who had just shot at the one remaining Red while the latter gave the former her front.

However many bolts missed her might just be enough, but any that hit had a good chance of doing minimal damage given the beskar that marked Anvil's armor, and hopefully that meant something round these parts.

Whatever, Anvil would be shooting at her opponent the same time he would be shooting at her, and her shots were intended to hit Death more than distract him, though he definitely had the full attention of her blasters.

Assuming Anvil would still be airborne, she would continue flying backwards toward Mr. Macho for now. Hopefully he would be too busy with finger-flourishing and jerking his head in wild and odd manners to actually carry the ball?

Dice Roll Result:
rolling to blast Neffy out of commission with a healthy dose of blaster bolts
Roll: 13/20

@The Good Doctor
@Scoobert @Tom
@EviFoxx @Isen @Tulos

 

[Huttball League]

Mr. Macho (@Isen) was able to grab the ball with no issue, he would be able to make it half way across the pitch without an issue, although if Mr. Macho was smart he woud do well to take a path that gives him as much distance from Anvil as possible, although Mr. Macho can make his own decisions.

Anvil (@Die Shize) and Death (@EviFoxx) would be exchanging fire, although Death was primarrily trying to distract or lay down suppressing fire to make his his team mate can secure goal, he would find at least some of his shots land actually. One shot would land on the left side of Anvil's chest, the impact of the shot would burn through the armor and then spin her around in mid air, and the last shot would land on her jetpack. She is lucky enough that the jetpack wouldn't send her flying far, far away from the pitch, but what it would do is stop working. Death would emerge from the gunplay unscathed, for now.


WIth her jetpack not working, Anvil would be left to fall back on the pitch. "Oof, that's gotta hurt" While it wouldn't do her in or give her a severe injury, it would slow her down significantly. Anvil has few options left, if she is stuck in a drawn out gunfight with Death, Mr. Macho will score the goal surely. But if she attempts to attack to Mr. Macho, she will be at a disadvantage if Death still plans on giving her no ground to do so.

Her mobility has been hampered with her jetpack disabled, she is running out of options and time.

While Anvil might be able to battle on despite damage, as typical of a Mandalorian, she would need to rid her death problem quickly, which might be hard considering Death hasn't been hurt since the game started.

And hope that Mr. Macho isn't able to suddenly run like a professional sprinter.

Spoiler: Note

Apply Disadvantage (rolling twice, lowest result is used) if trying to go after Mr. Macho in any capacity this posting round @Die Shize

 

[Huttball League]

It turns out that Anvil was knocked out cold after she hit the ground. With that, Mr. Macho would be able to score the goal whenever, he would be able to dab, showboat, rile up the audience, or do whatever as much as they wanted to before scoring goal.

GOAL!

The blue team scores! Blue Team 1 - Red Team 0

With that by this time, all the KOed contestants would be treated with bacta as we now go to an intermission. While people are being healed up, restocking on ammo, patching up their armor, and setting up the pitch for an interesting twist, there would be a performance from a special guest. Iron Man and Feannag have suffered severe damage that they will need as much time to recover in the bacta tanks as possible.

Unfortunately, Anvil has been unresponsive, so she is sidelined. The Hutts will have to scramble for a replacement player.

@Tulos @Tom @EviFoxx @Isen @Scoobert

@Mr. Teatime

Spoiler: OOC

So, with this notification, @Die Shize is having to withdraw from this game. Thank you for participating. So I elected to handwave Blue scoring.

So we are now in an intermission, Mr. Teatime will have a special act for us, I will seek a replacement, then we will get the game going again. :)

 

[Poffo Sauvage]

Poffo took off, straight ahead, right down the middle of the pitch. He sprinted at full speed until he got to the scoring zone on Red's side of the field. He spiked the Huttball down with authority before turning a few 360's with both hands extended above his head with his fingers asking for the crowd to give him praise and cheers.

"OOOOOOOH, YEEEEE-AAH!" Poffo pretended to look for the other team all of which were KO'd from the round. He was met by a short, balding green Mirilian with a tuxedo and a microphone trying to get an interview from Mr. Macho. "'Green' Pene Yakerton here, and I mean to get an interview with you, Mr. Macho. You have to be pleased with the way this game has started."

"Pleased? Oh, yeah...I'm pleased. I'm pretty pleased, yeah!" He looked at 'Green' Pene and asked, "Pretty pleased...You see what I did there, uh?"

Yakerton sort of looked past the camera, not wanting to acknowledge the poor pun, but felt obliged. "Yes...Yes, people say pretty please do this...and you said you were pretty pleased..."

"Where are they, huh? Where are the big bad Mandos?" Poffo decided to completely change the subject to some smack talk. "Got their fancy jetpacks, expensive blasters, and all that armor looking like they were fresh off the line at Blackwell, yeah! But where are they now, uh? Are there here to gloat!?! No, no, I suspect that they are not. Nothing to gloat about on their end, no. Not a thing, yeah."

"That's true, Mr. Macho. They have nothing to to gloat about I suppose," Green Pene said. "What about you? I suppose you'll want to gloat some considering the circumstances?"

"As a matter of fact, I would like to gloat, yeah. That's why you're here. You're here to watch me bust skulls, score points, and then let me gloat to the quadrillions and quadrillions watching on the other side of the videoscope!" He would sort of pace a little between Green Pene and the camera, forcing the short Mirilian to continually move from side to side so the camera could see him.

"Well," Yakerton said, "Are you going to gloat?"

Poffo looked at him confused for a moment before asking, "I thought I just did that? The whole gloating thing...Yeah, I made fun of their fancy jetpacks and blasters and armor. Remember the line about the droid assembly line? I thought that was a pretty good job of gloating, yeah...yeah, I do."

Green Pene had also grown confused at this point and said, "I would actually consider that more of a string of insults than gloating."

"I have to say 'Green' Pene, I think you're splitting hairs just a little bit. Yeah, I do," Poffo said back. "I think you're focusing in on what I would consider to be relatively small details in the grand scheme of everything that's a-happen-ennnn, if you dig it."

"Umm...yes," Yakerton said as his eyes sort of flicked off to the side trying to regain control of the interview. "Maybe you're right. I thought you might want to gloat...more?"

Macho exaggerated a big head nod over and over. "Oooh, yeah, I get it. I do. Mr. Macho means ratings, and you want all the people watching on their videoscopes back at home from the core words to the Outer Rim to have their eyes on the biggest thing to hit Huttball since an actual Hutt fell from a luxury box onto the pitch three seasons ago, yeah! So I will oblige with you a little gloating, yeah!"

Poffo extended his arms so the full visual of his tassels would be realized. "So let me fill the Red team in on a little secret, yeah, in fact the entire galaxy is going to be in on the news, so the secret is about to come out! If you're watching right now through your videoscope, you're looking at the newest, biggest, best thing in huttball. That's right, the Madness is taking over this sport. I'm the rookie of the year, newest MVP, the brightest of the All-Stars, yeah! Don't put me on no fantasy huttball team, no, no. Don't you insult the Macho Madness like that because I ain't no fantasy, dig it! I'm the real deal on the field and Mr. Macho doesn't yield, OOOOOH, YEEE-AAHH!!!!!"

Poffo spun out of the camera view with his fingers flourishing and his tassels flowing. Green Pene shook his head once and said, "There you have it, folks. The newest huttball phenom, none other than Mr. Macho. But huttball fans, there is shocking news about one very popular huttball franchise, but it is news that I can't report over the holonet. My exclusive report is available on the Green Pene huttline. That's right, the exclusive news, and believe me you will not hear about this anywhere else, can only be found on my exclusive news huttline. To be in the know, call 555-GREEN-PENE. That's 555-GREEN-PENE. Kids, please...get your parents permission before calling. Mr. Announcer, back to you."

@The Good Doctor @Tulos @Tom @EviFoxx @Scoobert

 

[Darth Stolas]

Shortly after the screens announced blue team's goal, the view on them would shift to black, various cameras and observation droids activating in a specific area of the ship. Overtop displayed the announcement of the half-time show featuring the name 'AKAli', one name of a rarely seen artist who mostly put out a mixed variety of albums and operated out of the Pacanth Reach. The ISC President (@Darth Raze ) would receive a text message on his personal datapad and a particular bottle of whiskey from a waitress, with a sealed note.

In the center of the main gathering area, in view of the primary bar and VIP section windows, panels in the floor opened up and an unlit, multi-level platform stage rose up to the sound of pounding bass and guitar. Vague figures milling about and truly massive all-around speakers were the only things visible at the start. Barkeepers and staff began to hand out a round of complementary drinks for the show, and there was much rejoicing.

"Good evening Huttball fans!!" ​

A voice called from the speakers. Lights flashed into existence to illuminate a collection of droid instrumentalists, singers, and other entertainers of various kinds. Dancers of various species and genders were scantily clad in fine and revealing attire. All of them gathered on the platforms and stage edges amidst lights in a riotous array of colours. Blue and purple formed in the air from holographic projectors and a large screen at the rear. Barrels blasted rainbow streams of sparks from around the stage through the air. Black and pink fog blanketed the center and highest platform, sending erratic tendrils dancing down the sides.

"Are you ready?"
​

One spotlight from above focused center stage. A figure dropped from on high through the curtain of light in a spiraling cloud of sparkling particles that trailed behind it, some onlookers gasping as they watched. It twirled and twisted gracefully in a dizzying display of aerial acrobatics before disappearing into the smoke itself. In the VIP area, party confetti popped from from ceiling containers over the dancers.

A dark-haired young man emerged from the front seconds later, clouds billowing outward around him in delicate, clinging wisps as excited cheers roared out. Glittering earrings dangled from his ears and elaborate stage makeup concealed his identity and accentuated his fine features. Bright, intense golden eyes were accented by sweeping multicoloured wings. He wore a Huttball jacket in Rancors colours overtop a black, gold-patterned button-up and close-fit black pants tucked into fine, short boots decorated with detailed and subtle designs in silver and gold.

Morgan strut a-stage with absolute confidence and a playful expression, glimmering gaze sweeping over the crowd of Huttball-watchers and then finally toward the VIP section. 'AKAli' slightly adjusted the position of his headset mic and the fanged grin widened as the speakers silenced, then looked around at the others around him.

MUSIC

"Should we show them how we do it every day?"​

Lighting synchronized between the stage dancers and those in VIP and bar areas as it the music began, Morgan's voice spurring them to matching movement. The group of dancers around the Firrerreo followed a particular routine as he sang, at times energetic and snappy and at others slow and sensual. Morgan danced similarly in tandem with steps all his own, accentuating lines with with waving or sharp hand gestures, facial expression, and smooth and practiced movement of his body.

He sang with power and skill, transitioning from rapid rapping in basic and languages of the Pacanth Reach to more traditional vocals. Go-go dancers on platforms and in illuminated boxes by the edge of the stage twisted, popped, and writhed enticingly during the performance, matching movements to the flow of the music.

At the end of the first song the speakers transitioned to a faster paced rhythm, speakers booming and buzzing bass, the screen and holograms rippling and flashing as if from the sound itself. Morgan took up an electric variant of the seven-string hallikset and played in tandem with living and droid instrumentalists, the plucking of strings by slender fingers warped by an amplifier and touch controls.

MUSIC

"Love to, do just, what I, want!"​

The choreography of the main dancers shifted with it, a particularly large Barabel on the ground stage joining the bass with the beating of a large drum that faced away from the crowds. Morgan's feet and hips moved with the beat, keeping tempo and step with his performers. Each boom reverberated through the air and glittering acrobats leapt between platforms, every bang accompanied by bursts of light, pillars with rings of light flashing along their length in time with the overhead strobes. "Looking at me? Nah, come get it. Like what you see? Then you've got good vision!"

This was a song to be danced to and many who were drunk or inclined enough sank into the sound, particularly after the free round of drinks. It ended with a bang, the drummer slamming one last time as screens and holograms erupted into shimmering and opalescent explosions of colour while cheers erupted through the crowds.

Eventually the games would resume in earnest. Morgan joined a living band on his instrument in playing a popular song known throughout the outer rim just before, and as the backing music to, the recap and announcements.

THEME
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@Tulos @Tom @EviFoxx @Isen @Scoobert @The Good Doctor

 

[Huttball League]

We now go back to the Hutt commentary team, who are looking thrilled. "Thank you for the great half time performance AKAli' "Yeah, it was awesome, almost as awesome as what we have in store for next round, hahaha""You all are going to be in for a treat yeah."

The Hutts would soon elaborate, announcing to both the audience and the constants thsemelves. "Contestants, due to Anvil, being unresponsive after knocked out in the last bout, she will be replaced with another Mandalorian, @Arbalest!" (@Kell Rook) Where do all these Mandalorians come from, aren't they supposed to be a dying breed? Who knows. "A reminder the score is now Blue Team 1 - Red Team 0. Who will score goal next?"

All the contestants would have their wounds mended, armor and gear repaired, and ammo reloaded (if they used any). Feannag and Iron Man still have some lingering damage from the damage they sustained though, but they are in fighting shape even if they are a tad slower. Thanks to the benifits of bacta tanks laced with a mild amount of pain killers.

"Oh and one more thing, through out the pitch, we have dropped in new weapons for ya'll to play with. Grab them, use them to your advantage to crush the enemy team hahaha. Or don't, the choice is yours."

Spoiler: Map & Key

1. Neuronic Whip
2. Energy Lance
3. Flame Projector
4. Bowcaster
5. Shatterbeam Rifle
6. Syringe Pistol

Randomized via random.org. Also, all weapons are assumed to be fully loaded.

Some of those weapons are impressive, namely the bowcaster and the shatterbeam rifle but seem impractical, but someone might be brave or foolish enough to use the shatterbeam rifle. The syringe pistol is pretty small, but it could be useful. The Energy Lance and Neuronic Whip could be used in... interesting ways. The contestants would now find themselves back behind ray shields at their teams respective goals, they would be able to see the weapons laying around, they would be able to get the weapons on their respective sides easy once the game start with no issue, if they can agree on what to get.

Anyways, the game is about to begin.

"Players, GET READY"

"GET SET"

"ROUND 2 BEGIN!"

And with that, the ray shield would shut off, the game would begin.

Spoiler: OOC

Iron Man (@Scoobert) and Feannag (@Tom ) due to the grievous injuries sustained last round,, permanent -1 modifiers to all rolls.

@Tom @Isen @Tulos @EviFoxx @Scoobert @Kell Rook​

 

[Akalenedat]

Arbalest was not doing this for the money, the fame, nor to show off. He participated in Huttball because he couldn’t stand to see his people lose to such imbeciles. For Kell, it was about honor and loyalty to his people more than anything else. He wanted to win for the redemption of his peoples’ loss. “You all locked loaded?” Arbalest held his EE-3 readily and prepared to advance.

Strategy...Alright, I’ve got something. Arbalest took to the air with his jetpack to scout out for the enemy while flying straight for the ball as well. He understood that he had zero cover in the air, but he also understood that as soon as someone shot at him, he’d know their positions and continue to draw them out for his teammates to pick off. If he managed to get the ball first, he’d go as far as he could into enemy territory to make the enemies’ trip to his own territory harder.

“I’m going in, cover me!” Arbalest said to his teammates. He flew in a zig zag motion without thinking about where he’d zig next so that his zag was more unpredictable.

(Rolled a 1 to get the ball first lmao.)

 

[Laren Vano]

Coming back for the second round and seeing what he did was not expected. He could still feel the pain from the lightning strike. It was bearable but, still would cause problems down the road. Laren wasn't focused on the words of the Hutts until he looked to his left to see a new Mandalorian at his side. What happened to Cas? Was she alright? So many questions that Laren had, but remained unanswered.

Fae looked just as bad as Laren felt. The purple and black armored Mandalorian would looked to the original teammate he had and speak,

"We have to be aggressive and take out the opposition as fast as possible.."

That was when the Mandalorian that Laren was ignoring, Arbalest, had flew into the air and flew forward. Yep, good luck to ya.

"Looks like they will be the first to eat defeat this round. You ready?"

It didn't matter if they were ready or not. Laren was. It was time to make the blue team pay for what they did to his friend. To his family. She was much like a sister to him. Now these fools will suffer for what they did to Cas. Starting with the big one.

Laren flew forward with his Jetpack and looked to send the likes of blaster shots towards the one called Death.

Rolled to attack Neffy.. out of 20... got a 1... again

@The Good Doctor

 

[Neffy Whilstradt]

This time Neffy was ready. He wasn't going to trip up the stairs like he did last time. He thought about going for the syringe pistol as it would be he would be able to completely knockout someone on the red team, but the issue is, it could easily backfire if someone disarms him. Instead the shatterbeam rifle might be his best bet. Again it was risky, but everything was risky in huttball.

"ROUND 2 BEGIN!"

The shields disappeared and Neffy sprinted towards the shatterbeam rifle. He noticed the new Mandalorian fly into the air. He managed to make it to the shatterbeam rifle. He picked it up and immediately aimed it towards the purple Mandalorian. He's always wanted to take a Mandalorian to bed. Maybe he should ask Iron Man after the game. He doubts that he would be into men the same way Neffy is, but it's probably worth a shot. He's heard good things about Mandalorians when it came to the bedroom.

rolling to see if Neffy's aim pays off with the shatterbeam rifle; aiming it at Laren - rolled a 5...........

@The Good Doctor