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Camera drones would hover above the air as the stage is ready and the contestants are being gathered. it's a gloomy day in a repurposed hauler ship above the Hutt world of Nar Haaska, safe from those zombies that have infested a lot of Hutt Space. Still, huttball will go on.

People are tuning all over from the Outer Rim to see this, Huttball is known to be an especially violent game. And watchers love violence. Not only from the Outer Rim, but further and further Core ward. There are even some senators that enjoy Hutt Ball. This particular game was hyped up and there are large prizes involved. Sure, it's not a game with the legendary Huttball player Bom Trady in it, but still

There area three Hutts doing commentary from a skiff over looking the bout from an angle on high. They would be Dex, Dabba, and Trex

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Dex would begin commentary as they are waiting for the game to start, it their native language Huttese of course (most networks will provide translation closed captioning). "Welcome participants and viewers to this game of Hutt Ball. For those new to the sport, the teams are aiming to take the ball that's in the middle of the arena and take it to the opposing teams goal." "This game is weapons hot and it will be a blast, literally! Violence is not only allowed, but encouraged!" "The show is about to begin, get ready to put your butts in the seats, haha" the trio of Hutts said.

"On the Red Team, we have two Mandalorians. The Anvil and Iron Man!" "Joining them is Feannag!" "This should be a powerhouse of a team."

"On the opposite team we have Mr. Macho a well-known bounty hunter!" Also... someone who calls themselves Death?" "And lastly we have a Sith joining us in Krazy Kel! This should be interesting!"

With that said, on each far end, platforms would lift up the combatants of each team to their respective goal poals plus starting area. There would be a huge ray shield preventing them from moving from the starting line, but once the game is on it will come down of course. The Huttball is already in the middle, being held up in stasis floating, waiting for someone to grab it when the game starts. The particpants have one last opportunity to check their weapons and their gear, or if they are thinking ahead they can scope some of the playing pitch and form a plan. When the announcer says it's time to start, it will start.

One of the Hutt announcers would then call out to the participants. "Contestants, GET READY..." The game is close to beginning.

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"Contestants, GET READY..."

Neffy adjusted his mask so that it sat on his face properly and made sure his blaster was ready. Despite his size his best bet would be to stay on defense. He assumed his two team mates had some form of an idea on what to do on the offensive side of things. He made sure his boot knife was secured and that his karambit was tied to the sheath on the back of his hip. It's been a while since he had used his karambit. He scanned the arena to see what options he had for high ground, and it wasn't much. Shit. Neffy usually relies on high ground with his blaster, for whatever reason when it comes to firing his blaster up close his shots would always go wild and they never hit the intended target. But when it came to firing his blaster at a distance they would always be bang on...well...at least 95% of the time they would be. Two humans, and a Kel Dor? He guessed that his team mate was a Kel Dor anyway. The human on the other hand...he took a quick glance at the human's backside. Looks fairly edible. Neffy smirked under his mask and looked away towards the arena and waited for the game to start.
 

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He breathed heavily, tapping his foot over and over. Clad in a familiar black coat, Laeonas-- or "Feannag" as he'd chosen as a stage name-- looked... odd.

To begin with, he'd had his hair tied in a familiar knot, and had shaved off the unkempt facial hair that had covered his jaw over the past two months. Emerald earrings hung on his lobes, and the boy's face, usually bare and pale, was covered in paint.

Hutt ball had been one of the only formal sports he’d even been vaguely familiar with as a child. Broadcasted on some of the most easily accessible holo network channels, even the impoverished citizens of Brentaal’s lower classes were able to witness the spectacle of a game. Laeonas would spend nights in his bed, the razor thin walls listening to the muffled cheers of his neighbors.

Admittedly it was more pleasant to hear than blasters firing, couples fighting, and sex.

Despite the interest his neighbors and the very few friends he had often showed, the boy had rarely paid attention to the game. He much rather preferred to play games himself-- games like “Kick the ball” or “Throw the ball” or “Catch the ball,” where the rules were as simple as the names themselves.

In time, he’d abandon casual sports in favor of continuing his activity in the various gangs he’d wind up joining. He’d almost completely forgotten that hutt ball was even a sport-- that was until a trip to a bar on Bespin, in which a game had wound up playing on the holoviewer.

He’d vaguely remembered the rules when he’d signed up-- and discovered that there really weren’t any at all. He was expected to get to the ball-- and who he hurt in the meantime couldn’t matter any less.

His fingers curled and uncurled in anticipation, hand hovering over his hip. The lightsaber clipped to his belt waited in anticipation. Under normal circumstances it would've been the last of his weapons to be drawn-- but this was a massive deviation from "normal."

To some, a boy wearing face paint and jewelry would've looked frightening. To others, he might've even looked attractive. Laeonas imagined the gossip about him would go on for a week until they found someone else to gawk at.

Whether they'd be talking about his victory was another issue entirely.


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The lift ascended into the arena, it’s vastness astounding the Kel Dor as he vibrated in anticipation. How had he gotten himself here? The blackouts had guided him; he didn’t know the details nor did he give a damn. He was just excited to be here. The sounds of a cheering crowd were being pumped into the field through a perimeter speaker system and the ambience elevated Bir’s heart rate comparable to rushing into battle. This was no different, after all. Dropping the tattered cloak from his shoulders at his feet, Bir continued to quiver at an increasingly rapid rate. Bare chested as always, the Kel Dor was wearing only his usual black trousers rolled half way up his calves, the skin of the bottoms of his feet directly against the cold steel of the platform. The weight of his lightsaber hanging from his belt called to him, begging for the weapon to be drawn. It was all he had brought and it was all that he would need.

The voices of the Hutt announcers cut through the cheering crowd, both sources unseen. Their words introduced the partner’s at Bir’s side, the two men he would need to work together with if they were to come out of this successfully. Mr. Macho, the fan favorite. It was easy for him to see why. The man was built like a brick house, muscles stacked on muscles. The other, going by the title of Death, was no sub-par specimen either. He towered over both of his partners and his mask shielded his face from view. Mysterious and perhaps dangerous?

Looking ahead, Bir could see the opposing team members a good distance away and between them… the target. The floating huttball held in a stasis and waiting… Bir’s face twisted into a maniacal grin of determination. It would be his. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, his hands hovering at his hips, the Acolyte steeled himself for what was to come. Victory wasn’t assured but he could not deny the sense of confidence that enveloped him.

“Contestants, GET READY!”

 

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Cas was on the Red Team, good. Laren was on the same team. The two Mandos worked together before. This was going to be a piece of cake. Then Laren noticed the manboy next to him. All he could do was shake his head chuckling behind his helm as he tapped Cas- Anvil on the shoulder and pointed to the kid on the team. Laren then took in the sights around. The cheering, roars of the people chanting. It was so fun to be here. This was going to be a great time.

Taking the time to check his equipment, the Mando made sure everything was completely ready to go when this began. He had his lightsaber at his belt, blaster on hip, jetpack fueled up and ready to go, and last but not least his smoke grenades. Sure he could use frags but something about using the smoke was just more fun. It was gut check time and if his opponents couldn't handle it then it made the victory that much easier.

"Alright you two, hope you can kick some ass like I can. This is gonna be a battle."

He looked over to opposing team and used his zoom to see what they were. Some Kel Dor that looked like he should be in a mental home, a muscular brute, and some diptwat. They all look like rejects from a bad Coruscant film. The Kel Dor ugly, and unstable. Cool. A muscle guy, all that muscle slows him down, use speed to deal with his attacks. The final man, well, Laren has a blaster with his name on it.

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Casany Praxor stood as still as a statue as her platform rose from the depths to bask in the light of Nar Haaska, though the world was less of a gem like an emerald and more like a ball of mucus.

The audience didn’t care, was hardly concerned, surely chanting and cheering from their safe havens beyond this hell. They had come to watch six fighters beat the ever living shit out of each other to capture one other ball. If entertainment was what they wanted then they would get it.

The woman armored in red and gold beskar, boots to helm, emerged in her shielded lift to look from one side to the other, first acknowledging two familiar faces.

There was Laren Vano, her vod, donned in black and purple armor of his own, whose face was the undeniable visor straight to the T. The other was… Shit what’s the boy’s name again? Laeonidas?

Oh well whatever. Cas caught her compatriot’s gesture and just shook her head. “Faennag” would do. Fit for a nag. “Iron Man” though… Laren really pulled out the big ones. At least “Anvil” was the very moniker that Cas had adopted since adapting to the life of a bounty hunter. Together, her team would be both hammer and anvil.

Then there was Krazy Kel, likely some crazy Kel Dor or just an idiot; Death, perhaps a bigger idiot to pick such a name; and Mr. Macho who… Yeah… Cas sighed behind her visor, flexing her shoulders.

The violence soon to ensue was encouraged. Mandalorians didn’t really need such encouragement. This one had brought hers, though: blaster rifle, pistol, sword, knife, grenades, vambraces, visor, jetpack, also a poncho and a bag of bad language.

The Hutt of Huttball spoke two words that indicated the game was about to begin, and Casany Praxor was ready. She hoped to the stars that her two companions were just as ready. They had a ball to grab. And if you two kriff this up then I’ll rip all four of yours off.




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This was Poffo's element. Physical competition- check. Opportunities to grand stand in front of a large, galactic audience- check. Potential big money payoff on the other end- check. As the platform rose, Poffo was already spinning in a circle, motioning with his fingers for cheers and encouragement. For whatever reason, he found that his over the top antics won over the crowds, and winning over the crowds often meant winning over woman after his fights or scoring free drinks at the bar afterwards.

With this particular event being watched all over the galaxy via the holonet, Poffo knew he could not disappoint with his antics....or his attire. He went with one of his special jackets and leather pants. The jacket and pants had a black base, but with all the hot pink tassels and sequins, the black appeared to be more of an accent, peaking through now and again. On the back of his jacket in big bubble letters, it read, "MR. MACHO!" The leather pants would read, "OOOOOOH YEAH!" right on the bumkus. The boots were bright pink and matched his massive hat and super-large shades.

He didn't know his teammates, but he liked what he saw. Poffo was not a Sith sympathizer by any means, but if one had to play the game, he wanted him on his team. Then there was the other guy. Sauvage didn't know anything about him, but he was a big sumbitch. He also looked like the type that could hurt indiscriminately. Good enough.

Poffo's interest in inciting the crowd had some practical applications. Maybe the galactic attention would get some high-paying jobs rolling in. It was great advertising...so long as Poffo performed well. He came prepared. The DT-29 heavy blaster was in a holster on his hip. The vibroblade knife was sheathed behind his back. He even brought the little DC-17 he could barely get one of his big, chubby fingers into the trigger guard. It was tucked into an inside jacket pocket.

But Poffo's weapons of choice were the knuckledusters. He was a prizefighter after all, and Poffo could do more damage with the spiked brass knuckles than he could with a medium blaster in all likelihood no better than he was with his aim. When he heard the words to get ready, Poffo slipped the knucks over his fingers. He looked to his teammates and said, "Don't let the tassels and the pink fool you, boys, no, no...No, you better not. When this party starts jamming, Macho does the slamming, yeah! Let's have some fun, and winning....yeah, winning is fun, dig it?"


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"GET SET..."

The people were watching in anticipation, the contestants looked like they were ready as well for the game to start. There we will be blood, there will be broken bones, and probably some hurt feelings but the carnage will be glorious! There were a paus e between the Hutts' words, they know how to draw out the anticipation, before too long the people watching will be on their feet. The shield preventing the contestants from proceeding will flicker

Now all was left for just, one word. And with one word, violence will ensure...

"GO!"


The Hutts said in unison. And with that, the game would begin, the shield was dropped. Good luck to all the players.

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"GET SET..."

Neffy detaches his blaster from his holster and switches the safety off.

"GO!"


The shield fades away and Neffy makes a mad dash towards the stairs on the left hand-side. As he runs up and flips open the bipod that is attached to his blaster, his foot slips through one of the gaps in the stairs and Neffy lands face first on the metal platform. Stunned for a moment, Neffy tries to roll over onto his back but he ends up falling off the metal platform to the ground. That has to be the biggest pile of bull-SHIT that has ever happened. Rolling back onto his front and managing to stand up, he glances to his blaster and notices his bipod has broken. Neffy yanks the remainder of the bipod off and throws it to the side. Well there goes that idea then. Luckily Neffy's position isn't so bad, a large metal beam covers the majority of his body. He raises his blaster to the side of the beam and waits for the enemy. He can see the ball in the center of the arena, the line of sight couldn't have been any better.

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He'd only briefly heard the names of his opponents, but with the massive viewscreens that were present above the arena, he could get a good look at the three of them.

Laeonas guessed that the Kel-Dor was the Sith that the hutts had mentioned. He let out a long sigh, frowning a bit before muttering,
"Tha force just can't stop puttin' me up against these shites..."

Laeonas had been relying on his exclusive access to the force in his plans for victory. It was an advantage he hadn't made known to the Hutts-- though he wouldn't have been surprised if they'd come to know by some other means. He surmised that he'd probably cross sabers with "Krazy Kel" once during the match, which if nothing else would definitely be interesting.

Shifting his focus, his eyes narrowed when he'd notice the one called "Death." He'd wondered briefly if picking an old word he knew meant "Crow" for a nickname would've been to serious, but anyone who called themselves "Death" definitely exceeded him in the "Taking yourself to seriously" department. In any case, the man was tall, human, and he carried blasters and at least gave the impression of competence. He'd be a challenge-- but he wasn't the one that drew the majority of Laeonas' attention.

It didn't take him long to recognize the flamboyant giant he'd met on Mataou. He'd distinctly remembered how the man had used a flamethrower like it was a toy. Laeonas had wondered for a few seconds if he ought to use his hand-to-hand skills at any point during the match; but between the gunslinger, the Sith, and a man who probably would've shouted "OH YEAH" after squishing him like a bug, Laeo was more partial to the blaster and Saber.


"GET SET..." Blasted over the loudspeaker. Laeo braced himself for what would probably be a mad-dash towards the center of the arena. He closed his eyes, focusing the sum total of his feelings, taking in a drawn breath, and exhaling in kind.

"GO!"

The shields went down. For a brief second, the boy might have appeared to be moving at a normal speed-- but than, with the force having been gathered behind him, he launched forward. The force had wound into his muscles, and with speed that surpassed that of any normal man of his size and stature, his legs carried him down the central flight of stairs.

The stairs ended, replaced by a small platform whose edges transitioned into more stairs. Looking out in front of him, Laeonas could see the ball, sitting in the center of the arena.

He only stood and looked for a split second before he threw himself into the air. Laeonas had found that he was about ten feet above the final staircase-- and he'd quickly brace in a roll for a landing. He'd hit the stairs with a thud, and roll down-- but his blaster would come lose, clattering and clanging away as he rolled to a stop.

Pulling himself up, the boy's crimson lightsaber would hum to life, quickly coming up in a defensive position... and than he'd let out a groan.
"NNGhh..."

His back had hit the durasteel floor fairly hard, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth. He focused on the pain, drawing on the force to cancel it out. The boy panted heavily, gazing out at the central pit of the arena. The distinctive ball waited in the center, and this time, at a physically normal speed, Laeonas ran for the leftmost staircase to get down there.

He was... vulnerable like this. The boy had only briefly held a lightsaber, so while moving, he might have been able to bat away any blaster shots... if he was lucky.

Sweat ran down his face, but the black paint around his eyes and tracing back to his ears didn't smear. "Feannag" would move quick-- and hope that the two mandalorians on his team were as useful as they were intimidating.


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Grand strategy, trickery, finesse....All of those were tried and true ways of winning a game of huttball. None of those things described Poffo. Luckily for him, directness, aggression, and power plays were equally as successful in this dangerous sport. If Poffo would be successful, those would be the qualities that pushed him through.

The red shield evaporated, the Hutt said "GO!" and the game was afoot. Poffo didn't hesitate. He immediately sprinted up the tallest set of stairs directly front and center of the blue team. At the top of that platform, he didn't stop nor hesitate. He kept his momentum going forward jumping down to the platform below him. It appeared that here, he would have cover from blaster fire from the red team with all the obstruction between them. He thought it would be a straight shot to the ball, easy-peasy-red-team-Mandolorian-squeezy, but he was surprised to see the that his path was blocked taking the lower road. He would have to detour a bit to get to the ball. This almost certainly meant that he would run into opposition before he could reach his destination.

Poffo sprinted to his left and along the way, he could see that mountain of a man (@Neffy Whilstradt @EviFoxx ) tossing parts of a broken tripod away. His teammate appeared to take a more defensive stance, prepared to cover the huttball location with blaster fire. Poffo understood good defense, but in Poffo's very basic strategic mind, one must score in order to win. Before he got to the hulk of a man, there was a set of stairs that led to the bowl section that contained the ball, the holy grail needed to win the game. Poffo looked at Death and said, "I'm going for the gold, yeah, the very token of our great attention known as the Huttball, yeah. I'd appreciate a follow up and a cover if you would be so inclined, brutha."

With that, Poffo started sprinting down the last set of stairs that gave access to the Huttball from the blue side. As he was coming down, he saw a member of the red team (@Tom ) coming down the stairs catty-cornered to him, a glowing beam of red from a lightsaber in his hand. "Another kriffing Sith," Poffo thought to himself, but he also thought, "This is how legends are born."
He even thought the "Oooooohhhh, yeaaaa-aahhh!!!" as an exclamation of the end of that thought. If the Sith was going to try melee with a lightsaber, Poffo would match him with the spiked knuckle-dusters. Unless something changed, they were set for a bloody clash over the ball right out of the gate and right in the center of the playing field. Maybe Death was going to cover him, and he would give the Sith a blaster bolt right up the bunghole so Poffo wouldn't have to test fate in hand to lightsaber combat with a Force user.


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Laren noticed one blue team loser fall to the ground. He couldn't help but laugh at the thought. Then he had seen Faennag fall as well. "Can anyone stay on their feet?" He would mumble to himself. This was supposed to be elite fighters, yet all he could see was idiots. Laren pulled out a smoke grenade and was ready to throw it towards the ball to keep the other team from seeing it, but when he threw it he was distracted by a shot from the "idiot" that fell on blue team. Guess he wasn't as foolish as Laren had thought.

The lil smokey flew next to Faennag and began spraying smoke around them. Him being a force user, surely that was good. Any advantage for his team was good, and would benefit towards their victory. If the blue team was smart they would have their force user Krazy Kel come to Macho's aid. Leaving the only other member of team blue at the very bottom of the arena not even close to the ball. So as a smart strategist would have done, Laren began readying his jetpack.

After lifting himself to fly the jetpack lifted him into the air. Laren toggled his Thermals and had seen where the others were. The ball is clear in this moment. He leaned forward shooting himself toward the ball floating in the center as he was flying towards it, blaster shots flew at Laren thought they were all over the place and not even close to his body. The Mando would look down to see where the shots came from and would stick up a single middle finger as he flew by. When he made it close to the ball he reached for and as he grabbed onto it, it flew out of his hands. Laren would recover from the failure to grab the ball by flying to a ledge where he could see the entire arena and wait for the next opportunity to strike. Then speaking into the red team comms channel,

"Anvil and Fae, when you get the chance to garb the ball, be sure to hold on tight. There's some sort of substance on it that makes it slippery. Doesn't seem Hutts like to play fair. Fae I'm on my way to you just hold on."



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Bir grew ever more anxious for everything to get started and as the final declaration rang out, he sprinted up the nearest set of stairs before coming to a halt at the apex of his ascent. The huttball sat neatly in the center of the arena and everyone was on the move. The energy of both the contestants and the crowd was exhilarating and intoxicating to the Kel Dor and he was desperate to get to the action. Yet as he prepared to leap down to the mutual goal, it was soon covered in a thick fog. Both of the team peacocks (@Isen @Tom ) were lost in the haze as well as the ball, causing the brow of Bir to form into a deep furrow. Where had this smoke came from? It was then that the soaring Mandalorian (@Scoobert ) caught his eye, cutting through the smoke towards the ball and re-emerging empty handed.

”Well hello, little bird!” Bir exclaimed as Iron Man found his roost on a ledge overlooking the action below. With Mr. Macho and Feannag concealed in the haze with their target and the Mandalorian making his failed attempt at the ball, the Acolyte immediately surmised that he had the ability to see through the matterless obstacle. And if he could see the ball, he could see Macho. Iron Man needed to be dealt with.

Unclipping his saber from his belt yet leaving the blade inactive, Bir rushed towards the edge of his platform. The pads of his bare feet felt the edge of the steel and he pushed off, assisting his actions with the Force. Soaring through the air, both his arms and legs fully extended, Bir locked his attention on the Mandalorian above. A determined expression dominated his face partnered with a sinister chuckle and just as he felt he was about to close in on his prey… He fell short.

The descent was as quick as the take off, caused by poor footing from his launch. As he hit the ground chest first, the wind was knocked from Bir’s lungs. Rolling over, a silent laugh trying to find it’s way from the maniacal alien, he would raise his head and look to his left to see the wall of smoke directly ahead.

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“GO!” And Cas was gone. She didn’t waste time falling off platforms or rolling down stairs and instead burst forward as soon as the shield dropped. Her position had been parallel to the central staircase so that one made the most sense as she charged.

Boots thudded off the floor as the Mandalorian bolted even with her blasters secured on her body. They would be put to use soon enough. The central staircase led to an intersection, the walkway splitting off toward another staircase either side, but just before the central staircase was another platform, another staircase, then the Huttball itself.

Stairs, stairs, so many stairs… Who needed stairs? Anyone who didn’t have a jetpack, probably. Cas ignited hers before she had ever descended that central staircase. Instead, she achieved running speed and kicked off, flying forward toward the center platform of the arena where one ball meant the difference between winning and losing.

Cas had told herself that if her teammates failed to get the ball then she would rip their balls off. And they were her teammates. What would she do to her opponents? Hutts didn’t care. Audience wasn’t concerned. Everyone just wanted to be entertained.

Everyone else had decided to bring blasters and lightsabers, smoke grenades and spiked knuckles, into the arena and Cas was not shy about putting her own to use. Neither was her fellow Mandalorian.

Laren tossed the smoke grenade before tossing himself in the air, his own jetpack blazing, and the helmet upon his head functioned much the same as the helmet upon his sister’s.

Her thermal vision peered right through it as she propelled toward the central platform with a WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol in either hand. They would ward off anyone who got too frisky while she was airborne.

They could do their little dance around the arena as much as they wanted. Cas was going for that ball. It would be quick and easy enough to holster her little pistols in time to snatch the ball between free fingers. However...


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"Ooh some lightsabers" The Hutts like the thought of them being used. They add to the potential carnage that could be brought about, with missing libs and gaping holes carved into people. That's ultra-violence right there.

Each of three Hutts on commentary would be laughing at the sight of quite a few of the constants falling or tripping.

"Boy some of them are just trippin. Hey Dabba, you didn't happen to have thrown another sandwich in there did you?" "No no I swear I didn't this time... maybe. But boy, do I feel bad for anyone that put money on the blue team. Haha" "Oh there is still plenty of time for them to get their act together. I believe in them, they have a good chance" the Hutt commentator trio discussed in Huttese

As for the action, the sight of the players tripping and falling was a funny sight for them and probably the viewing audience, maybe less so for people that wagered tons of peggets or credits on them.

Feannag (@Tom) would be able to grab the Hutt ball a wide margin ahead of Mr. Macho (@Isen) even with the smoke from Iron Man's (@Scoobert obscuring it). He saw it and would be able to grab it through the shroud of smoke. Although Mr. Macho sought a brawl, he wouldn't be able to close the distance quick enough to do that or get to the ball first.

With the distance Feannag could move in the area around him in order to carry the ball the the Blue Team goal to score, but that smoke grenade now presents problem for him being aware of his surrondings and Feannag can't afford to dilly dally. If Mr. Macho redoubles his efforts or tries a ranged weapon he could try pursuing him if the saber user leaves the smoke.

Death (@EviFoxx) looks to be in a position to try an intercept Feannang if he moves from the smoke but until then wouldn't be able to see the target. Though he could try engaging other Red Team members.

Although Anvil aimed to use their jetpack to get to the ball, it undershot and could only propel her enough to get on the uppermost catwalk. Although they would sight of the field of smoke from here. There is potential for a huge clash here, as Anvil,Iron Man, and Death look ready for some gunplay. When Krazy Kel (@Tulos) finishes recovering, he too can join the fight Maybe

Be sure to remember to roll dice before you post and after you do so make sure to link the dice roll in your post and still write your action as an attempt and try to be specific with what major action you are attempting. DM will write how it plays out, remember.

And Dice is d20

I'll try to give a more dignified fate than falling or tripping :)
 
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Yet again, Neffy missed all his shots. A sigh escapes his lips but he diverts his attention back to the center of the field, only to realise the ball was missing from it's usual spot. Shit. Scanning the arena quickly with his thermal scope he noticed a small amount of movement from his left and Neffy threw his blaster on to his back and made a mad dash back towards his side of the goal. He only had a small window of time intercept whoever had the ball.

After emerging from underneath a large pipe, Neffy drew out his lucky boot knife and aimed it towards the left side of the field. Pre-emptively throwing the knife was his best bet. But it was also a huge risk. He knew he was going to miss but he had to try. Regardless, he had his blaster ready for whoever he would be facing and his karambit was still there secured in it's sheath.


@The Good Doctor

((made an attempt to pre-emptively throw the boot knife to whoever was running on the left side: roll d20 = 4))
 
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There had been zero way for Laeonas to anticipate what would happen in the following seconds. Things had moved quicker than even his enhanced awareness could register.

First, the so called "Macho Man"-- the hulk of a human who he'd briefly encountered on Mataou-- found his way before Laeonas. Reacting on instinct, Laeonas had taken a swing that hadn't resulted in much besides giving him the opportunity to move closer to the hutt ball.

Fighting the much heavier man would've been interesting; Laeonas was self taught in hand to hand combat, and he'd dealt with larger opponents a number of times before. The one who stood before him had more than just brawn, however-- that was undeniable if you even took a glance at what he was wearing. Being older, and probably possessing greater training than Laeo (whose formal education had been reading and copying techniques from an old martial instructions datapad) Macho probably had a bit of technique of his own.


Losing to the man wasn't something the boy was interested in, even if the announcers and crowd might have loved to see the result of a confrontation between an amateur force wielder and a well trained bounty hunter. There was a possibility of beating Macho-- but the possibility of getting clobbered was higher than he'd have liked. Ultimately, the object of the game was winning-- and Laeonas hadn't made his way to this world for the purpose of getting beaten by a man 30 kilos heavier than he was.

Slipping to the side before Macho could formally engage him, Laeonas had tried to make his way to the ball, but was suddenly unable to see as a cloud of smoke wafted over him. Had he still been as engaged, the boy might not have been able remember the ball's position beforehand. But the boy did remember his position, and he took possession-- even if nobody could see him with their naked eyes.

Wasting no time, Laeonas concentrated, flicking off the lightsaber and gripping the ball with both of his hands, not wanting to risk a fumble. Focusing, he'd try remembering the layout of the arena that had been present before the fog had rolled in. Drawing the force to himself, the boy attempted to leap upwards. He'd hoped that his power would be able to get him to the central catwalk that had been parallel to the one he'd jumped from less than a minute before.

If he succeeded, and if he wasn't brought down by his opponents, Laeonas would run as fast as his legs could carry him.


@The Good Doctor

OOC: rolled to see if Laeo could cover distance on the field quickly.

Result: 3/20 (lmao)

 
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Macho for all of his size and strength, was not as fleet of foot as some of the participants, and that included this lightsaber wielder. He had gotten to the Huttball first, grabbed it and was taking off for the goal. Poffo watched as the man with the Huttball attempted to leap onto the platform. He sort of made it...but it wasn't graceful at all. Mr. Macho saw this as an opportunity.

Mr. Macho sprinted to the platform, and would attempt to reach up, grab him by the ankles and sling him hard back to the bowl where the Huttball was.


6 out of 20 because...Poffo used all of his luck on getting great outfits.
 

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It was quite the show seeing all of these individuals fumbling around. Laren had to figure something out if he were going to help his allies in this game. So there was one thing he could do. He could try confronting the large man throwing the knife towards Fae. The Mando used his working jetpack to get him near Death. He could see that the knife went on a terrible toss, and Macho was chasing down Fae. Lucky for Laren the large man Death should be distracted.

Once the Mandalorian landed behind the large man nicknamed Death, he was ready for a fight. Should he use his blaster? No, too easy. He wanted to savor the fight. He lifted his arm to point the vambrace on his forearm at the gargantuan, and sent the cable whip towards his opponent at a limb to pull back his way..



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Rolled 11 out of 20
 

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As Bir rose from his position, laughter still bellowing from his lungs, he caught sight of the man named Feannag rushing away from the haze… huttball in hand. How had that little pissant managed to evade the Mr. Macho? How had he managed to locate the huttball in the smokescreen, secure it and proceed to make his way towards the goal? This would not do. Macho was working on closing the gap between himself and Feannag but Bir had another plan that could potentially aide the brawler in his endeavor though the Kel Dor’s intent was far more malicious.

Turning to face the runaway slimjim, Bir reached out with his left hand and attempted to wrap a grip around the human boy’s neck through the Force before pulling him back with as much strength as he could muster, igniting his saber and holding it ahead of him in hopes of spearing it through his heart. Of course, the arena had an energy field that limited the lethality of the combatant’s weapons but this was a detail that Krazy Kel had missed. In his mind, he was aiming for blood.

"Come play, you strung out runt of a kath hound! Bir needs a new chew toy!"

Dice Roll 7/20 🙃

@The Good Doctor
 
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